Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Mandela and Gaddafi: The Myth of the Saint and the Mad Dog...

By Linda Housman

“Question: Why was Mandela’s life celebrated by the world while Gaddafi after everything he did for Africa was gunned down like a dog?”, a Twitter user wondered days after Nelson Mandela’s passing.



This question becomes even more valid in light of what the mainstream media, in the wake of the former South African president’s death, have been anxiously hiding from the public: the actual close and crucial alliance between Mandela and Gaddafi. Back in the 70s and 80s, when the West refused to allow sanctions against Apartheid in South Africa and used to call Mandela a terrorist, it was none other than Libya’s Muammar Gaddafi who kept supporting him. Gaddafi funded Mandela’s fight against Apartheid by training ANC fighters and by paying for their education abroad, and their bond only became stronger after Mandela’s release from prison on February 11, 1990.

Nevertheless, one of them ended up being “gunned down like a dog” and his death was celebrated by the entire elite of the imperialist world, which celebrations were significantly summarized by Hillary “Warzone” Clinton in a now infamous interview in which she exults: “We came, we saw, he died!”

As for the other one, the same entire elite of the imperialist world crowded into the FNB stadium in Soweto, South Africa, to attend the funeral of their hero, and to verbosely praise Mandela and his achievements with all possible superlatives.

Mandela on Gaddafi

So how did the branded Saint Mandela really feel about the branded Mad Dog Gaddafi? Let’s hear straight from the horse’s mouth what the mainstream media have left out of their laudatory picture of the former ANC leader.

Right upon his release from prison, after more than 27 years behind bars, Mandela broke the UN embargo and paid a visit to the Libyan capital of Tripoli, where he declared: “My delegation and I are overjoyed with the invitation from the Brother Guide [Muammar Gaddafi], to visit the Great Popular and Socialist Arab Libyan Jamahiriya. I have been waiting impatiently ever since we received the invitation. I would like to remind you that the first time I came here, in 1962, the country was in a very different state of affairs. One could not but be struck by the sights of poverty from the moment of arrival, with all of its usual corollaries: hunger, illness, lack of housing and of health-care facilities, etc. Anger and revolt could be read in those days on the faces of everyone.

Since then, things have changed considerably. During our stay in prison, we read and heard a great deal about the changes which have come about in this country and about blossoming of the economy which has been experienced here. There is prosperity and progress everywhere here today which we were able to see even before the airplane touched ground. It is thus with great pleasure that we have come on a visit in the Jamahiriya, impatient to meet our brother, the Guide Gaddafi.”

When Mandela was taken to the ruins of Gaddafi’s compound in Tripoli, which was bombed by the Reagan administration in 1986 in an attempt to murder the entire Gaddafi family, he said:

“No country can claim to be the policeman of the world and no state can dictate to another what it should do. Those that yesterday were friends of our enemies have the gall today to tell me not to visit my brother Gaddafi. They are advising us to be ungrateful and forget our friends of the past.”

In response, Gaddafi thanked Mandela for his friendship, saying: “Who would ever have said that one day the opportunity for us to meet would become reality. We would like you to know that we are constantly celebrating your fight and that of the South African people, and that we salute your courage during all of those long years you spent in detention in the prison of Apartheid. Not a single day has passed without us having thought of you and your sufferings.”

Eight years later, when then U.S. president Bill Clinton visited Mandela in March 1998, Clinton criticized the South African president’s meeting with Muammar Gaddafi. In reaction to that criticism, Mandela straightforwardly replied:

“I have also invited Brother Leader Gaddafi to this country. And I do that because our moral authority dictates that we should not abandon those who helped us in the darkest hour in the history of this country. Not only did the Libyans support us in return, they gave us the resources for us to conduct our struggle, and to win. And those South Africans who have berated me for being loyal to our friends, can literally go and jump into a pool.”

Mandela on the West
Subsequently, let’s hear the ANC leader’s real thoughts on the West that has put him on a posthumous pedestal, and on topics that, to say the least, are not exactly popular among Western leaders.

On the U.S. preparing its war against Iraq in 2002: “If you look at those matters, you will come to the conclusion that the attitude of the United States of America is a threat to world peace. If there is a country that has committed unspeakable atrocities in the world, it is the USA. They don’t care for human beings.”

In a 1999 speech: “Israel should withdraw from all the areas which it won from the Arabs in 1967, and in particular Israel should withdraw completely from the Golan Heights, from south Lebanon and from the West Bank.”

“The UN took a strong stand against apartheid; and over the years, an international consensus was built, which helped to bring an end to this iniquitous system. But we know too well that our freedom is incomplete without the freedom of the Palestinians.” (RT)

The revolutionary Mad Dog

On the day of Mandela’s funeral, December 15, 2013, a citizen from Accra, Ghana, expressed:

“All day long here in Ghana they have been broadcasting live the Memorial Service of Nelson Mandela in South Africa. Courtesy, of course, of the BBC and Deutsche Welle? Why on earth doesn’t Africa have its own Broadcasting Network in this day and age? The news coverage on the BBC is always distorting according to their own interest, and that on Deutsche Welle a bit less, but still not African! And in all of Ghana – a nations with so many media resources – there is not a single foreign correspondent in the lot! Why must Africans always depend on others to tell their own stories to them?! Shame! Shame! Shame!”

In fact, there actually was someone working on an African broadcasting network. Someone who already connected the entire African continent by radio, television and telephone. In the early 90s, this person funded the establishment of the Regional African Satellite Communication Organization, which eventually provided Africa with its first own communications satellite on December 26, 2007. A second African satellite was launched in July 2010 and advanced plans for a continental broadcasting network were made. The person who funded at least 70% of this revolutionary project was the revolutionary leader of the Libyan Jamahiriya, Muammar Gaddafi.

Gaddafi thus angered the Western bankers, since Africa no longer would pay the annual $500 million fee to Europe for the use of its satellites, and of course no “self-respecting” banker was willing to fund a project that frees people from their claws. And this was not the only way in which Gaddafi angered the West to the point that he had to be eliminated from their agenda. The leader of the Libyan Al-Fateh Revolution worked hard and came close to embody the famous 1865 quote by American economist Adam Smith, saying: “The economy of any country which relies on the slavery of blacks is destined to descend into hell the day those countries awaken.”

On the eve of the NATO-led war against Libya, Gaddafi’s booming country largely co-funded three projects that would rid Africa from its financial dependence on the West once and for all: the African Investment Bank in the Libyan city of Sirte, the African Monetary Fund (AFM), to be based in the capital of Cameroon, Yaounde, in 2011, and the African Central Bank to be based in the capital of Nigeria, Abuja. Especially the latter angered France – not coincidentally also the main orchestrator of the war on Libya – because it would mean the end of the West African CFA franc and the Central African CFA franc, through which France kept a hold on as much as thirteen African countries. Only two months after Africa said no to Western attempts to join the AFM, Western organized “protests” against the AFM’s  benefactor, Muammar Gaddafi, started to erupt in Libya… ultimately resulting in the freezing of $30 billion by the West, which money mostly was intended for the above mentioned financial projects.

But Gaddafi helped the African continent in more than just material ways. More than any other African leader, he supported Mandela’s ANC’s struggle against the racist regime in South Africa. Above that, many Black Africans, especially sub-Saharan African migrants and refugees, found a new home in Gaddafi’s prosperous Libya.

Gaddafi understood that in order to develop a strong Africa that would be able to finally throw off the shackles of imperialism, unity was the first requirement. The 2009 Chairperson of the African Union also understood the African culture and recognized that African problems need African solutions. During a 2010 meeting in Tripoli, in which he addressed dozens of leaders from across Africa, he told: “African traditions are being replaced with Western culture and multiparty politics is destroying Africa.” Instead, Gaddafi promoted the establishment of a People’s Government (Jamahiriya) in which the power would not belong to (puppet) governments, but to the African people. And nothing scared the Western capitalists more than a united Africa – Muammar Gaddafi’s dream that was about to come true by the end of 2010.

The lukewarm Saint

When Nelson Mandela endured 27 years of isolation in prison, he paid the price of being the socialist revolutionary and the racial equality fighter that he was. His freedom was taken away by the South African Apartheid regime, a regime that was the result of the infiltration of South Africa by European colonial powers. How come the same colonial powers now consider him to be a hero and a saint? Did the Western elite have a massive change of mind, and thus all of the sudden embraced the exact same ideology that made them put Mandela behind bars a few decades ago?

We only have to take a look at the current situation of the Blacks in NATO-led Libya to understand that this was not quite the case. Libya, in 1951 officially the poorest country in the world, under Gaddafi attained the highest standard of living in Africa. The country’s prosperity attracted many Black African immigrants, during the 2011 war on Libya by the mainstream media purposely misnamed as being “black sub-Saharan African mercenaries”. Gaddafi provided them with work and education. Those immigrant workers, to whom Gaddafi was a hero, a father and a friend, now face the cruelest forms of racism by the Western-installed Libyan puppet regime. Just one telling example is a video in which Libyan “rebels” force Black immigrants to eat the green flag of the Libyan Jamahiriya.

Then why the 180 degrees change of attitude of the West towards Mandela after his release from prison?
Statistics show that still 65% of the Blacks in South Africa remain unemployed, while 90% of the Whites own 90% of South Africa’s wealth. Over the last decades, Apartheid may have disappeared for the visual scene, fact is that Blacks remain poor while Whites remain rich.

Yet the West regards Mandela as the protector of the South African economy. According to a Financial Times journalist, Mandela’s ANC “proved a reliable steward of sub-Sahara Africa’s largest economy, embracing orthodox fiscal and monetary policies.” Canadian The Globe and Mail recently added that Mandela did this “without alienating his radical followers or creating a dangerous factional struggle within his movement”.

In other words, Mandela ran with the hare and hunted with the hounds… mainly economically – and nothing interested, interests and will interest the Western capitalist countries more than economics.

As aptly stated by independent writer Stephen Gowans, “Thus, in [The Globe and Mail journalist Doug] Saunder’s view, Mandela was a special kind of leader: one who could use his enormous prestige and charisma to induce his followers to sacrifice their own interests for the greater good of the elite that had grown rich off their sweat, going so far as to acquiesce in the repudiation of their own economic program.”

“”Here is the crucial lesson of Mr. Mandela for modern politicians,” writes Saunders. “The principled successful leader is the one who betrays his party members for the larger interests of the nation. When one has to decide between the rank-and-file and the greater good, the party should never come first.”

“For Saunders and most other mainstream journalists, “the larger interests of the nation” are the larger interests of banks, land owners, bond holders and share holders. This is the idea expressed in the old adage “What’s good for GM [General Motors], is good for America.” Since mainstream media are large corporations, interlocked with other large corporations, and are dependent on still other large corporations for advertising revenue, the placing of an equal sign between corporate interests and the national interest comes quite naturally.”

I believe the dictionary has a word for that: lukewarm.

What if Mandela had not danced to the tune of the imperialists?What if he did have said words and did have made plans that were too threatening to the interests of the corporate financiers who run the planet – the reason why Gaddafi had to be killed? Then South Africa under his leadership quite likely would have become what Iraq and Libya currently are: a country in turmoil, torn apart by imperialist powers that Mandela, not inconceivable even out of fear for what they are capable of, preferred to side with.

Also the inevitable question arises: where was Mandela when his brother Gaddafi’s country was bombed for nine months by the most powerful military alliance in modern history? Sources have declared by that time his health was too fragile and he was in a too vulnerable state of mind, for which reason his family deliberately kept him away from news that would severely upset him. Whatever the case may be, the significant fact remains that no ANC member stood up for Gaddafi during the war on Libya the way Gaddafi stood up for his friend Mandela during his imprisonment and afterwards.

The lesson for us

At the beginning of a new year, let us allow ourselves to take a few moments to reflect on our destiny and on that of the post-Mandela and post-Gaddafi world we live in. We live in a time of transition on all fronts. More than ever we are faced with the choice of being guided by fear – especially by the fear of losing credibility with the public and being punished by “authorities” when we challenge the powers-that-be – or being guided by the freedom of thought. The latter will result in a higher level of understanding of both ourselves and the world around us, which is the main condition for a much needed (r)evolution and for the establishment of true democracy.

What the world needs now, are “Mad Dogs”. Revolutionaries with a vision who dare to be unconventional and dare to be so all the way. It is time for us to become a Gaddafi rather than a Mandela. It is time to let the walls of fear around our thinking fall away. It is time to break free from the fear of not being liked, of no longer being accepted, of being looked upon differently, of being branded an outcast, a lunatic, a conspiracy theorist or anything bad when we raise our voices.

We need to dare to totally tear aside the veil of Apartheid that mights and media use to cover up what is really going on in the world. Only then real progress can be achieved.

“Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery; None but ourselves can free our mind.” – Bob Marley


Adapted from informationclearinghouse.info

Someone found the COCA-COLA secret recipe hidden in an old newspaper...SHOCKING!!!


Why You Will Always Remain Poor….Want To Be A Millionaire? Get the SHOCKING Revelations: No Traction...

 “I want to be a billionaire".”


“I want to be promoted to CEO.”
“I want to run my own company.”
“I want to retire by 40.”
“I want to do my masters.”
That’s you, right? Lofty dreams. Lofty ambitions.
Now that we are well into 2014, just a week ago you were probably fondly re-iterating these dreams to yourself and perhaps your nearest and dearest.
And yet … is this your day?
6:00: {Alarm Rings}
6.01: {Snooze}
7:00: Wake up, shower, dress, breakfast
7:30: Stage
8:30: Arrive at work
8:31: Twitter. Facebook. Blogs
9:45: Email. Memos. Work
10:00: Tea
10:30: Twitter. Facebook. Blogs
11:15: Work
12:30: Twitter
12:50: Lunch
2:00: Return from lunch
2:01: Twitter. Facebook. Blogs
2:30: Work
3:30: Meeting
4:00: Work
4.30: Put out feelers on evening action – drink ups, nyama, coffee dates, movies, etc
5:00: Exit, stage left
6:00: Coffee joint
7:30: Local
9:00: Home
9:30: Supper
10:00: Movies / Series
12:00: Sleep
Rinse and repeat.
It is, isn’t it?

Chances are you started January like this and before you know it it’s December.
You will then wonder how time flies as you pop the New Year drink. You will then say:
“I want to be a billionaire".”
“I want to be promoted to CEO.”
“I want to run my own company.”
“I want to retire by 40.”
“I want to do my masters.”
And before you know it another year has passed.
The next thing you know you are married, have two kids, a dog, a mortgage and credit card debts.
And come New Year …
“I want to be a billionaire".”
“I want to be promoted to CEO.”
“I want to run my own company.”
“I want to retire by 40.”
“I want to do my masters.”
Notice anything? Your goal is no nearer than it was 1, 2, 5, 10, 25 years ago.
Why?
Because you’re not doing anything consciously to move closer to your goal. You’re not making any traction.


So, you are stuck in the same job you have been at for the last x years, at the same level – or perhaps a level above.
And the world moves right on without you.
On top of that, threats are coming up every day.
Younger, faster, more energetic kids are being churned out of campus every day. Who don’t mind spending the night in the office.
Which you can’t. Because you must pick up the kids from school. Or cook. Or pick up your wife. Or take the baby to the doctor.
What happened?
No traction!
You don’t just magically do your masters. Or magically become a millionaire. Or magically start a business.
You must WORK at it.
Take “do my masters”.
That is an amorphous goal that you will probably never hit.
Break it down like so.
1.    Do research of what master’s degree I want, which includes WHAT PURPOSE
2.    Find out which universities offer
3.    Get the prospectus
4.    Choose the university and course
5.    Find out the fees
6.    Save / borrow / find money to pay
7.    Enroll for the course
8.    Do the course, assignments and group work
9.    Do the dissertation
10. Graduate
11. Plug in to #1
This way there one amorphous goal is broken into several concrete tasks that you can track progress.

You then assign resource to each task. Resources are not just money. Time is another resource, which you probably have plenty of.
However we fail to realize that you cannot be enrolled in a master’s and spend your day as the timetable above. You must find time somewhere. And since the day is just 24 hours, you must make sacrifices.

This requires you to cultivate discipline. You must be ready to say no to your friends. Ready to not follow the crowd. Ready to make tough choices. Ready to pass up fun for the greater goal.

Success is a long game.
If you like sleeping in, wake up early to get an extra hour or two of work. Cut down your going out and use that time to study or do research. Don’t the entirety of Sunday sleeping off hangovers.
If it gets to December 2014 and you find you are still at #1 – then you know you have wasted your year.
And that – that’s a pity

Adapted from thinkersroom.com

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Pastor Drowns While Trying to Recreate Jesus' Miracle of Walking on Water!!!

Walking on water is not easy. Not too many people have the ability. Let’s see, there’s Jesus, and well, that’s about it. Unfortunately for one pastor on the West Coast of Africa, his attempt to become the second man to make this impossible feat a reality cost him his life.

Pastor Franck Kabele, 35, told his congregation that he was capable of re-enacting the very miracles of Jesus Christ. He decided to make it clear through way of demonstration on Gabon’s beach in the capital city of Libreville.
Referencing Matthew 14:22-33, Kabele said that he received a revelation which told him that with enough faith he could achieve what Jesus was able to.
According to an eyewitness, Kabele took his congregation out to the beach. He told them that he would cross the Kombo estuary by foot, which is normally a 20 minute boat ride.
Sadly by the second step into the water Kabele found himself completely submerged. He never returned.
This is not the first incident of this nature in Africa. At Ibadon zoo in south-west Nigeria, a self-proclaimed Prophet claimed to be able to do what the Daniel of the bible did by walking into a den full of lions.
Though he was warned numerous times by zoo keepers, according to NG Newspapers, the Prophet thought of them as nothing more than enemies of progress. The Prophet, with a crowd of people watching, put on a long red robe and proceeded to enter the cage full of lions.
Within seconds of opening the door, the lions ripped the Prophet from flesh to bone. The bible should come with a warning label, “Don’t try this at home.”


SHOCKING DIRTY SECRETS OF EXAM MARKERS: CRAZY THINGS TEACHERS DO AT MARKING CENTRES...!!!

Despite the row that pitted the teachers’ unions Kuppet against Knut over last year’s KCPE and KCSE marking, this important national duty eventually took place as scheduled.


And away from the public glare, scores of markers exchanged notes on nearly everything: their working conditions, school heads, politics, families and so on. But since all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, the “After 4.30 pm” activities the markers engage in provide a welcome commercial break from the daily talk in many staffrooms.  

Since scores of these markers were classmates in college in their heady days, there is a lot of catching up to do. Even with strict pep talks by the centre principals warning teachers about local crime gangs and other ills, curious markers still venture out to discover the nearest towns and what the nightlife has to offer. But it is the old flames from one’s former college, school and county that easily rekindle passion.

‘In-house romance’ tops the list of ‘extracurricular’ activities that take centre stage at exams marking centres and which everybody pretends not to see. Jamal has seen some of his colleagues literary pitch tent at the houses of local women during the marking exercise in various parts of the country.  

“In fact, centre organisers in parts of Nyanza, western and eastern routinely warn markers before they begin marking. They always warn them against local women who they say are very feisty and crafty in trapping male visitors,” says Jamal.

“But these warnings appear to produce the opposite effect — curiosity to sample local ‘goods’,” adds Jamal.

“So some philandering chaps mark out their territories where they frequently visit for a near-homely life for the duration of the marking,” says Jamal.

He further reveals that besides venturing out of those marking centres, some married teachers with greedy fascinations for the forbidden fruit throw caution to the wind and form short-term relationships.

He says one only needs to visit these marking centres at night; some of the activities can put Sodom and Gomorrah to shame.
“A night visit to these places can really shock you. The playing grounds and dark alleys are always littered with silhouettes of teachers in pairs. And they are always either lazily strolling around, ‘exchanging saliva’ and, in some cases, unashamedly engaging in ‘gland-to-gland’ combats,” reveals Jamal, as he lightly taps on the table dismissively, adding that “these things are normal, we are used to them”.

He further wonders: “After the noble exercise of marking exams and you expect to be paid peanuts, is there any cheap and better leisurely activity a teacher can engage in to reward his tired bones and flesh for the hard work?”

He reveals that last year, an overzealous watchman caught two of his colleagues in the act in a dark corner.

And after refusing to part with ‘something small’, the watchman forwarded the matter to their bosses. The senior examiners convened a meeting over the matter the following morning and both were sent away!

“The shocking detail is that both sinners are in stable marriages back home, and yet could not be discreet enough,” says Jamal.

He also observes that Kiswahili and English teachers are talkative to a fault. They make friends easily. Consequently, they throw caution to the wind and display a fatalistic streak when they invade local pubs.

“Language teachers are not as circumspect as physics ones, most are wild, take risks and easily mingle with the local people,” says Jamal. It is this capacity that enabled Jamal’s friend to “discover” a local town in a spectacular way in Kiambu County where they have been marking.  

“This man who comes from the coast disregarded the wise counsel of the centre organiser and went out alone one evening. The charmed marker visited the seedier part of town, talked his way into an instant acquaintance with a twilight lady. Unfortunately, that is how his goose was cooked.  

He woke up the following morning only to find himself fish-naked in a cheap lodging! He had been cleaned of his clothes and personal effects, courtesy of his catch spiking his drink with mchele (drug). He had to endure the embarrassment of walking nude back to the marking centre, and a harambee was conducted to raise his fare back home,” says Jamal.

Kamau, who has been marking mathematics for last 10 years, says that at every marking centre, there are some constant people and groups that spice up the marking and help kill boredom and monotony.  

Before the advent of mobile phone money transfer technology, there were teachers selling phone recharge cards for all networks to make a quick buck. But nowadays, such entrepreneurs sell credit through the phone money transfer services.  “Before the Kenya National Examinations Council (KNEC) refined its method of reimbursing teachers fares according to zones, we would be required to produce bus and hotel receipts and this was big business,” says Kamau.

“Some cunning teachers would print and sell receipts bearing names of hotels from Kenya’s major towns and new bus names purporting to ply all routes,” says Kamau. And before the advent of smart phones with cameras, some teachers with shrewd business minds would moonlight as photographers.  


According to Kamau, at every marking centre, smokers quickly establish a clandestine corner for their activity and also a supply chain. Sports fanatics also seek each other out and make teams to burn their stress away after 4.30 pm. Religious faithful rent the air with early Christmas carols.

Adulterers and adulteresses also seek each other out by an unspoken language and begin their antics and those who take beer congregate on the first day and seek ways of fulfilling their pastime!

Despite the shocking ways most of these teachers come together and socialise, Kamau says, serious things, too, take place. For instance, after or during their bonding, they sell each other plots, cars, and property.

Albert, a history paper examiner, supports Kamau’s assertions and adds that nowadays most marking centres convert one room into a pub for the duration of the exercise to reduce what he calls “teachers’ staggering distance.” But there are a few centres that follow strict religious principles and never accommodate beer-taking markers, forcing them to paint local towns and markets red.

Albert adds that many markers stray to drink out of their centres due to the variety of brands available outside.  “Often, sellers of contraband brews like chang’aa, busaa, Uganda’s waragi and coffee wine establish supply routes and drinking dens to marking centres, especially in western Kenya,” he says.

Notoriety

Shadrack, a married examiner who has just returned home from one centre in Nakuru County, says that the sisi kwa sisi (teacher-to-teacher) variety of notoriety took an ugly turn as they neared the end of the exercise.

The centre organiser had hired scores of young women as casuals who would clean the dishes, lay out the meals and provide catering services.

“This centre organiser had warned them to keep a distance between themselves and the male markers,” says Shadrack.

This law held for the better part of the duration. But as human beings are known to be social, a little teasing began from both directions, adds Shadrack.

“It began as a rumour that some adventurous teacher had been spotted in compromising situations along the hedges and fields with one of the cleaners,” says Shadrack.


This national school’s library had been turned into a pub for the duration of the marking. Two hired ‘maids’ would run it in the evenings.

“In my full view one evening, a home-sick marker engaged one of the maids in sweet talk and as the night wore on, they became a little cosy,” says Shadrack.

“I went to sleep and left them there. But in the morning the grapevine had it that the two ‘sinners’ actually consummated their little act there and then,” says Shadrack.

Diana, a science paper examiner, laughs off all these accounts. “Sex scandals occur in marking centres, university common rooms, judiciary, and the civil service, name it. But then everybody is supposed to mind his or her own business so long as the matters are beneath the radar,” she says. 

She adds that after being together for some time, exam markers, being human beings — stiff social and official barriers weaken — are bound to form relationships. And that they should not be judged harshly.

“That is why a drunkard will be tolerated so long as he or she appears at the crucial daytime hours to mark. What they do afterwards should not be such a big issue,” she says.

Diana wonders if teachers’ antics at marking centres are in any way out of the ordinary compared to the national frequency of infidelity and other shenanigans Kenyans engage in.


CRAZY MONDAY