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How much longer will you be able to see advertisements in which a person blissfully runs through a field after taking some kind of antiallergy medication? Or those in which a down-and-out man is suddenly sunny after being prescribed an antidepressant?
Standing in their uniform miniskirts and stilettos, three young women bend over ironing boards, pressing men’s shirts before a live studio audience. They’re competing to be schedine, young women who dance a little, wear little and say little on Quelli Che …
To their admirers, they are Horatio Alger heroes, poor boys who worked their way out of the slums and backwaters of the Cauca Valley. Onetime delinquent Jose Santacruz Londono studied engineering, went into construction and emerged as Don Chepe, a billionaire whose marble citadel looms high above the sugarcane fields of Cali, the country’s third largest city.
David Williams met the modern world in a little town square shaded by pecan and oak trees in remote West Texas, and it was hard to know which found the other more bewildering.
In 1987, television preacher Oral Roberts made a dramatic appeal.
Rising standards outside the Big Five create a new elite Their players are highly skilled specialists, prized for their uncommon physical abilities and welded into a team by a strong figure of authority. Their seasons are long, routinely lasting from early fall to late spring and often extending into the summer.
In a recent television broadcast BBC commentator Brian Walden argued that Nelson Mandela, “perhaps the most generally admired figure of our age, falls short of the giants of the past.” Mandela himself argues that “I was not a messiah, but an ordinary man who had become a leader because of extraordinary circumstances.” Clearly, a changing world demands redefinition of old concepts.
The singer clutches the wireless microphone to his lips and croons the words to a traditional Afghan love song.
Ever since the crowds flooded into Tahrir Square, I’ve begun talking to the living-room television. “Drop that hand!” I shouted at the raised fist of a pro-Mubarak thug a few days ago
It’s not easy watching your own history repeat itself.