GILAD SHALIT-ISRAELI SOLDIER HELD AT CAPTIVITY

SITUATION

Gilad Shalit was captured on June 26th, 2006, in an ambush by Palestinian militants. His kidnappers entered Israeli territory through an underground tunnel near the Kerem Shalom crossing (in Israel), where the attack took place. This action violates international law, once it was carried out without a formal declaration of war. Although Gilad Shalit is a soldier in the Israeli Army, he cannot be considered a prisoner of war once the process of his abduction was illegal. The status of Gilad Shalit is that of a hostage, once his abduction is classified as kidnapping. The kidnapping has been used as a basis for negotiation by the terrorist who keep him in captivity.

As a manifest in defense of human rights and for the immediate release of Gilad Shalit, a campaign of collecting a million signatures is being held. Please leave your signature in the following link:

http://giladshalit.amisraelcolombia.org/registros/new?lang=en

RESPECT HUMAN RIGHTS. FREEDOM FOR GILAD SHALIT!

Roast of Joan Rivers- Gilbert Gottfried

You know, there's been a lot of speculation tonight about Joan Rivers' vagina--how old is it? How dry is it? How many men died during its construction? Well, good people, I have had sex with Joan Rivers. And I can tell you from experience that her much-maligned vagina is in fact a glorious thing of unparalleled beauty.


It was early in my career. I walked into a green room. Who do I see? The great Joan Rivers. At this point in my life, I'd already had sexual congress with dozens of Joan Rivers impersonators, and most were total gentlemen, like Mr. Mario Cantone.


But Joan was an animal. She quickly disrobed. Her ashy, yellow, veiny skin was cold and smooth to the touch like a dead komodo dragon, which made my young comic's custard cannon rock hard. She spread her legs and I was immediately blinded by a flurry of bats. When the bats had cleared, I saw it-- the fabled Joan Rivers vagina. It was magnificent, a gleaming pink flower, glistening with morning dew. It filled the room with sunshine and rainbows. A unicorn looked out of it, winking as if to beckon me inside. "Take me," Joan hissed, "fill me with your seed so that I may live another century."


She climbed atop of two cases of Rolling Rock and began thrusting her heavenly loins upon my young comic's goo bazooka. I shouted, "take it all mein Bobby" then she exploded, sending a hot rush of love slime sloshing to the floor where it burned a hole into the sewer below. Spent, I fell backwards tumbling into the furiously masturbating Tom Arnold, only to watch the great Joan Rivers slither away into the open drain pipe.


I'll never forget that sight, because I haven't been able to open my eyes since.
~Gilbert Gottfried