Congressional Republicans On Science

It's a good thing that these elected representatives aren't on anything like the Science & Technology House committee.

Oh wait...  they are.  =( 
Isn't that sort of like Libya or Syria being on the Human Right's Commission at the UN?  Or Mike Tyson lecturing on string theory?  Or the Saudi's chairing a symposium on women's rights?  They each cause equal amounts of cognitive dissonance. 

The Heavy - Can't Play Dead

Honestly, I am looking forward to The Heavy concert next Tuesday night.  "Cant' Play Dead" is one of the most fun tracks off the new album, The Glorious Dead.

Walmart Contagion After 50 Years

While some corporate leaders would see this map as a "great success", I see it as a 50 year progression of a slide towards lower quality, mediocrity, idiocracy, a "throw away society".  Think about the coffee makers, the blenders, the consumer goods that you used to have when you were much younger, in your parents' home, and the significantly lower quality junk that Walmart sells today, if you disagree with my point.

Dumbing down to the lowest common denominator.  It's also very sad that Walmart hands out Medicaid & Food Stamp (WIC) applications to new hires, as they know that they don't pay a living wage.  And like most large corporations (CVS, Target, Walgreens, etc) they keep the majority of their hourly employees below 39.5 hours a week, so that they don't have to book keep them as "full time" employees.

It's been 4 years since I walked into a Walmart, and that was only because they were the only place open in the middle of the night.  It's been almost 15 years sine I intentionally shopped at a Walmart.  I use my wallet and my personal spending discretion to fight this contagion.

Kudos to all those communities around the world who are fighting the opening of Walmart stores in their neighborhood.  "Brought to you by Carl's Jr.  Brought to you by Carl's Jr".

The Heavy, Sept 11th, Crescent Ballroom, Phoenix

Dr Desert Flower saw on her "bandmate" iPhone app yesterday, that The Heavy will be playing September 11th at the Crescent Ballroom in Downtown Phoenix.  (link here)  Tickets are a whole $12 a piece.  We'll be going (and I'll be taking Wednesday off =P )

If you want to hear their new album, The Glorious Dead, Billboard has a nice story on them with ALL the tracks to play online (link here).  2 recycled earlier solid singles "What Makes a Good Man" and "Big Bad Wolf" along with 8 new tracks:
1. Can't Play Dead(4:22)
2. Curse Me Good(4:57)
3. What Makes a Good Man?(3:46)
4. The Big Bad Wolf(3:22)
5. Be Mine(4:14)
6. Same Ol'(4:01)
7. Just My Luck(3:02)
8. The Lonesome Road(3:59)
9. Don't Say Nothing(3:38)
10. Blood Dirt Love Stop(3:56)

The album came out while we were in Mexico on August 21st - somehow I thought it was September 21st, duh.  DDF downloaded it from iTunes and we enjoyed listening to it poolside while drinking ice cold adult beverages in the 104F dry heat, with 84F pool water, wearing SPF50 sunblock.  It was a good afternoon, with good tunes, good company, and good weather.  =) 

I'd like to get the "pizza box deluxe bundle" - if supplies still last ("pizza box" deluxe bundle, which includes a gatefold LP, CD, t-shirt, sticker, and 7" vinyl packed inside a cardboard pizza box bearing the album artwork.) but 35 British Pounds, plus shipping, is pretty steep.

Show Me Your AZ Voting Papers

When I got my new voter ID in the mail, back in June, I thought "Oh... OK... looks like they re-districted us" (since Dr Desert Flower and I have not moved, and our home does not have wheels).  I saved my card in the safe, and proudly took it out to take with me to the polls last Tuesday to exercise my civic duty and vote in the AZ primary election.  I had my driver's license with me as well, but figured I would not need it, since
1) I had my voter ID card
2) A Federal judge appellant panel had just struck down the racially and socioeconomically discriminatory Texas voter registration law where a "government issued photo ID" would no longer be necessary in Texas, and I figured it would have a ripple effect to other states. 

So I head to a Baptist church (my designated polling place) about 5 blocks away. I could have walked, but it was 104F, and I didn't want to be all sweaty when I got home, so I lazily drove.  There were 3 cars and a pickup truck in the church's parking lot in a primarily Hispanic neighborhood.  When I entered the poll, I was the Only voter in the whole place. 

I IMMEDIATELY presented my never-been-used-before Voter ID card, and the poll worker with the long computerized list, looked at it as if I was handing her a dead rat. 
"We need to see your normal ID" she flatly told me. 
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot??  "Normal ID?"  I incredulously replied. 
"Yes, your government issued photo ID, your driver's license" and she looked up at me impatiently, and somewhat indignantly. 
I am a terrible poker player.  The rolling of my eyes and look of combined shock and disgust must have shown very clearly on my face, as I took out my wallet and driver's license. 
"That's what we needed!" she smiled up at me happily, mispronounced my last name in a severely butchered fashion, and had me sign - upside down - on the page next to my name, which coincidentally, had ALL the same information that my Voter ID card had on it, along with a bar code!   I was also the ONLY person on the "P" page, to have signed that morning, at 1130am (polls opened at 7am).  Voter turn out was a paltry 30% in Phoenix last Tuesday.

So OK, it's nice, that the Maricopa County election board can get my Voter ID card to me prior to the election (thanks Helen Purcell!), and the information is correct, and that information matches the laser printed voter list the poll worker has, but it is distressing that the poll worker really did NOT want to see or use or leverage the Voter ID card whatsoever.  Over dinner, with Dr Desert Flower last Tuesday, I expressed my consternation about the Voter Photo ID hassle I'd had earlier (white people problems, yes), and she said "No, I read the signs all over the doors, and outside the poll that said you needed EITHER 1 government issued photo ID, or 2 other means, like a power bill, or rent receipt, that shows your name and address."  So the government issued Voter ID serves no more use than a water bill.  Awesome.  Back into the safe the ID goes, until someday we move and then I'll shred it.

Speak English! It's Umerika!

You're in America, and here, we ALL speak English! 

Well...  after small pox, plague, tuberculosis, cholera, alcohol, and genocide were introduced... now "you speak English!" in Umerika.

Interestingly, in the bottom of this picture, you can see the Mayan peninsula in SE Mexico.  Our chauffeur who drove us in a big black Suburban from the Cancun airport to the Excellence Playa Mujeres resort (2 weeks ago yesterday) said to us: "The name of the city, is actually Bonita Waurez, not 'Cancun'. 'Cancun' is a Mayan name, meaning 'snake nest'.  The Mayans used to warn people, to look out for snake nests, and the name stuck, but in Spanish, the name of the city is actually 'Bonito Juarez' " (link here) [“olla de serpientes” (kaan kun)]. 

Chateau de Camarsac Bordeaux Clairet - Rosé

In the same vein as the white Bordeaux below by Thierry Lurton, Dr Desert Flower and I enjoyed a delicious 2009 Rosé this week, also purchased from Total Wine for about $10.  Chateau de Camarsac Bordeaux Clairet 2009 - Rosé, 50% Cabernet Sauvignon and 50% Merlot,  AVIN code: AVIN0724981807068  /  Screw cap  /  12.5% alcohol.  It actually had nice tannins for a Rosé, and left a few residuals in the bottom of the bottle and the last glass.  Delightful, light, crisp, not overly fruity.  Chilled on a hot August evening in Arizona.  Links here, and here. 

Koalifications

It's the NFL pre-season, and I am trying to get into Bear references, but I am having difficulties ramping up into the spirit this year.  This little marsupial play-on-words made me laugh. 

Château Tour de Bonnet, Entre-Deux-Mers

Andre Lurton makes great wine, and it's wonderful that Total Wine carries it.  For less than $10 a bottle, you can get a delicious white Bordeaux: Château Tour de Bonnet. Appellation Entre-Deux-Mers. Bordeaux 2009. Alcohol content : 12%. Varietals include Sauvignon Blanc 50% Sémillon 40% Muscadelle 10%.  Mis en bouteille au Chateau - as most of the best wines in the world are (and ideally should be).  

Yes, it's a screw top, but that does not diminish it's quality whatsoever.  Dr Desert Flower opened up a bottle last week after a hard day at work.  I asked her "you didn't need me to cork it?" - as I typically use our awesome cork screw to remove each bottle's cork.  She replied, "It's a screw top" - aha!  Between the two of us, it didn't last through dinner. 

When it is 107F outside, and you're eating chicken or salad or fresh guacamole, a chilled Bordeaux white is a wonderful accompaniment. 

Herbrand Street (P)imp

Special thanks to my buddy Ryan, who shared this photo with me via email.

D*mn it feels good being a Lannister.

Why Do DJs Suck So Much?

While Dr Desert Flower and I had a wonderful vacation last week, I have to say that the Cancun resort at which we stayed - Excellence Playa Mujeres - had a terrible night club who employed a distasteful, untalented, obnoxious DJ.  The resort was 15 minutes away from town, driving, through a coastal jungle road, with formidable three gates to get into the resort, so it's not like we could just 'walk down the street' to someplace else. All the bars and restaurants closed by 10:30pm, leaving just the night club / disco called "Alegria" open until 1am.  The night club was crammed into a small space, not much bigger than average sized 2 guest rooms with a 10ft by 10ft dance floor and a semi circular bar that sat perhaps 10 people. 

On one of our first nights there, we ventured to "the club" at 10:00pm and it was dead.  Not even a bar tender was there. Some techno was playing in the back ground, but DDF didn't want to be "the only people in there" so we left, and took a nice walk down the beach instead.  A few nights later, we walked over to Alegria at 11:30pm and there was a DJ, with 1/2 a dozen people dancing, and about 2 dozen people standing around.  The blaring "music" was unbearably loud, and we appeared to be in the 2nd standard deviation of age group distribution, when I convinced DDF that we should sit down and get a drink.  A few seconds later, we were assaulted with the first verse of Mystikal's classic love ballad "Shake Your Ass" (link here) [warning, for those with youngsters reading over your shoulder, or sitting beside you, don't click that link]
Excerpted:  
"Came here with my d*ck in my hand
Don't make me leave here with my foot in yo ass" 
Hearing this, DDF said to me "we're outta here".  As we headed out, we were serenaded with the classic verses:
"Nastier than a full grown German Shepherd Motherf*cker keep steppin
They don't f*ck with me and they won't Yall b*tches cant catch me and you won't
Pay ya fare, fix ya hair throw that p*ssy" 

Apparently, the bard Mystikal doesn't understand how to make a subtle point.  And whoever the side-ways hat wearing, flat biller DJ little boy was who was playing this audio assault didn't comprehend the resorts paying guests' preferences. 

I don't understand adults who like this kind of false bravado rap garbage.  I get why the so called "artists" use obscenity, profanity, and sexism repeatedly in their "songs", as they try to compensate for not having a father who loved them, not growing up in a nurturing house hold, never having read anything deeper than a Playstation or X-box game manual, and treating all the women in their lives (including their mothers, grand mothers, and sisters) as things, instead of people.  I understand how these types of lyrics are the rapper's desperate cry for help and recognition to a world who are not as maladjusted as they are.  But I do not understand the adults who like this, or dance to it, or request it from DJs to be played, nor do I understand the pathetic little DJs who spin this bombastic nonsense to a mostly Caucasian audience in their 30s, 40s, and 50s. 

While over-all the Playa Mejures resort is wonderful, the Alegria night club is a glaring failure, and a smudge on an otherwise excellent vacation. If you go to Playa Mujeres, avoid the disco, and bring your own iPhone loaded with music (the rooms have iPhone compatible stereos).

Jindal's Hypocrisy Continues To Amaze!

Bobby Jindal's Hypocrisy Continues To Amaze!  CBS news (along with many other outlets) reports (link here) that Republican Louisiana Governor Bobby Jindal has said that Federal funding for Hurricane Isaac's land fall are not enough, and his state needs more reimbursement.  Seriously?  What ever happened to Republican small government?  To conservative self sufficiency?  Where's Louisiana's boot straps? 

How does Bobby Jindal have the gall to ask for more federal funding while his entire party wants to SHRINK government, lower taxes, defund all programs that are not corporate welfare for the richest donors?  The hypocrisy is deafening, and it gives me a severe case of cognitive dissonance.

What Can Be Carried Into Mexico

Shortly after take off out of Phoenix, on August 17th, USAir (AKA US Scare, if you fly into or out of Reagan National) handed out Mexican Immigration and Customs documents to all the passengers.  Upon reading the English version I bust out laughing.  Dr Desert Flower had the foresight to retain a copy of the instructions, so that I can post it here.  I highlighted some of the most amusing parts, and scanned it in this afternoon.

Some of my favorites are:

• items to clean and entertain babies
• a copy machine
• two complete personal sports equipments [sic]
• three surf boards
• trophies or awards, provided they can be comfortably carried by the passenger
• a treadmill and a stationary bicycle
• five toys  (6 are just way too many!)

Just HOW exactly can a plane passenger carry some, or any of these, is completely beyond my comprehension.  A treadmill, really?  And a stationary bicycle?  Which boarding zone does one need to be in to get THAT in the overhead?  LOL!  Sure, a boat passenger or someone driving into the country in a U-Haul rental might be subject to these limits, but on a plane, it is superfluously silly.

No Jet Ski For Old Men

On Thursday afternoon, Dr Desert Flower and I took a nice para-sailing trip up in the air, about 200 or 300 feet, behind a large towing boat.  It was great fun and we had a nice time para-sailing (had never done that before).  But then after the para-sailing, the aqua sports sales-guy says "you can take the jet ski for 1/2 an hour, it is only $20 when combined with the para-sailing."  Normally, we'd been hearing all week form other tourists, that it was $67 for 1/2 an hour on a jet ski, so I foolishly jumped at the offer.

The last time I was on a jet ski was more than 30 years ago, at Disney World Florida, where they had these little 15HP under-powered jet skis that slowly tooled around the lake between the Gold Resort & Polynesian Resort on Lake Buena Vista.  My older brother and I had "raced" each other in these wimpy little jet skis on a calm lake with tiny wakes and no wind-driven waves.

The Yamaha 200cc jet skis that the Playa Mujeres Aqua Sports guys rented were "tuned down" to 60 HP, according to "Pee Wee" the main young man who hot rodded around on them, worked on them, and could frequently be seen ramping off the wakes of para-sailing tow boat to get substantial "air", landing effortlessly.  Now, I'd been sitting on the beach, being brought drinks, and slathered in sun screen for the previous 6 days, and as I say and laid there, I noticed the people who rented jet skis exhibited the following characteristics:
 1) most of them were young, much younger than I
2) after going over a wave that made the jet ski "land hard" in the water, nearly everyone eased off on their throttles, right after the THUD of the landing
3) those who stood up 'appeared' to handle the waves and thuds much better
4) those with rear seated passengers went slower, and the rear seated passenger appeared to take the vicious brunt of every wave's impact, while the front seated driver tooled along with visually less apparent abuse
5) the jet skis ran up and down the beach, outside of the roped off swimming areas, at speeds that seemed to approach about 40mph

Pee Wee took this photo of DDF and I, just before we took off.   I eased the throttle, not wanting to jolt the heck out of my wonderful wife.  We went up and down the beach twice, for about 5 minutes, and then she wisely asked to be let off at the shore, before she was thrown off in the deep water somewhere.  I was trying to be gentle, but the waves made it impossible to glide smoothly along at speeds over 5 mph.  I obliged her, and Pee Wee sent me back into the water, pointed away from shore on the jet ski, where I gunned it full throttle.

Um...  Wow.  I was not prepared for the impact, thrill, adrenalin rush, full direction of power, and velocity that "full throttle" unleashed.  Remembering my previous days of repeated observations, I stood up, bent my knees slightly, kept the throttle fully gunned, and plowed through through the Caribbean, somewhat recklessly.  Crashing through wave after wave of other jet ski's wakes, and wind driven waves (it had begun lightly raining and the wind was picking up), I tooled around for about 15 minutes, and (lacking a watch) returned to shore at the Aqua Sports rental area.  Pee Wee said to me "Sir, you steel (h)ave 10 MEAN-uhtes. You can kEEp going.  I will wave the blue jacket when it is time, so you can see to come back."   Ok, why not?

Foolishly, I accepted Pee Wee's offer, and GUNNED it again, crashing through the waves.  My arms (gripping the handlebars and throttle) and legs (bent to absorb the repeated wave impacts) aching just a little by this point.  The Yamaha had a broken speedometer, which constantly read "0" so I have no idea how fast I actually was going, but I charged back and forth, making ridiculously tight turns at the breakwater, and trying not to hit the Hobie cats and sea kayakers who were slowly touring the shore line - I was trying not to be a typical "jet skiing dirt bag".

Pee Wee got very busy helping a squadron of Hobie cats set sail, and I could have continued to tool around for alot longer, but by now, 30 minutes or so since first getting on the jet ski, my middle aged body was screaming at me that it was time to stop.  I think I have pretty good quads, but my  ilotibial bands (IT bands) were aching.  I turned in the jet ski and life vest, thanked Pee Wee and his colleagues, and staggered off on wobbly legs to find Dr Desert Flower on the beach chairs, and get some tequila shots, before the adrenalin wore off.  I am glad I did.  Don Julio Reposado shots, Don Julio Reposado lime margaritas, and a few Courvoisier-coladas later, and I was "feeling no pain" Thursday afternoon and evening.

But the flight on Friday was 4 hours, in coach, ugh.  And hours before that, I had to try to hobble out of bed on legs whose quadriceps had apparently turned into a lead-copper-depleted-uranium alloy where each leg weighed several hundred kilograms and the IT bands had the elasticity of peanut brittle.  But we were STILL staying in an all-inclusive resort, and the Don Julio Reposado bottle in our room was 80% full, the Havanna 7 year old rum 40% full, and the mini-bar still full of Diet Cokes to mix with it. Going DOWN the stairs one floor to get ice was blindingly painful, but going up the stairs was fairly easy.  So fully lubricated and anesthetized with high quality ethanol, we checked out after lunch and got driven to the airport for our 3pm direct flight back to Phoenix.

Upon landing in Phoenix, DDF convinced me to go and get a massage at Massage Envy (where she goes frequently, a few blocks from our home) that concentrated on my forearms and IT bands.  Today, I am ambulatory because of it.  Sitting here at the computer to make this post, is the longest I've sat still all day - and if I don't get up and move around, the IT bands tighten back up again.  Ethanol in moderation, now that I am home and have to pay for each drop that comes out of each liquor bottle.  Surprisingly, my calves and hamstrings are fine... but I attribute that to many accumulated weeks of desert mountain trail hiking, and many accumulated years of 12-speed riding around NW Indiana roads and sidewalks. 

On the bright side of things, I now know that I will NOT be buying (ever) or renting (again) a jet ski, having gotten it out of my system and paying the price for the multiple wave impacts last Thursday.

Time to do an hour of yoga...  as best I can this evening.  =)

Mexican Barracuda

We snorkled in the shallows on the beach yesterday, and saw a 12-14 inch baby barracuda who was hunting little fishies in the shallow water.  Very cool.  Tomorrow, we go snorkeling on the 2nd largest reef in the world, one shallow session, and one deep session, where we are supposed to see barracuda, sting ray, manta ray, and other large fish seen normally in aquariums..  Il faut voir.

Sea kayaking this afternoon was fun, but the current and wind conspired against us to keep it less than an hour.  A good upper body work out for me  =)  .. and DDF did a good job paddling in the front of the kayak as well.  Lots of rum after kayaking..  and now off to a beach Caribbean buffet.  Plantains anyone?  =)

Jello Bird & Cognac-colada

Saturday and Sunday, Dr Desert Flower and I spent the afternoons sitting on the beach, in a chair under a grass covered hut-roof-umbrella-thing, drinking free alcohol brought to us by attentive wait staff.  It's a rough vacation.

View of the Executive Club pool and Ocean beyond, from o

After a daiquiri, a pinacoloda,  and a "Miami Vice" (1/2 daiquiri, 1/2 pinacolada - I learn something new every day), I began experimenting with rum combinations.  Havanna Club 7 year rum is awesome.  High quality.  No hang over.  Delicious stuff.  DDF go a drink called a "Yellow Bird", which of course, the bar tender and waitress pronounced "Jello Bird".  A recipe for  Jello Bird can be found here (link).  I had 2 or 3 Jello Birds (no hooves included) before the bars closed Saturday at 5pm (other bars remain open until 11pm or 1am, but they're farther from our room - and our room is fully stocked with free alcohol - LOL!).

The bottles stocked in our room, by request.

So Sunday, as I finished another 5 or 6 chapters of Guns, Germs, and Steel, I asked the bartender if he could make a pinacolada with Courvoisier instead of rum.  Yes, I know Cognac is supposed to be sipped straight, and not mixed with anything, but heck, it's all inclusive..  so why not?  It was, the best pinacolada I'd ever had, in the hybrid form of a Cognac-colada.  Highly recommended.

In another 5 years, if you want to join us for our 30th, and you can find a sitter for your kids, let us know.  We can come down as a group - the groups of 4 and 6 here appear to be having a Blast together.  And, it is $2k cheaper than going to Hawaii  =)

Now that our lunch is done digesting, we're going sea kayaking.  

Tener Mi Culo Beso

Dr Desert Flower and I are celebrating our 25th wedding anniversary this year by staying at an all inclusive resort on the Mexican Yucatan peninsula that is on the beach, 25 miles from down town, with 3 security gates (the first gate was armed and formidable, the 2nd two were bureaucratic niceties).  It is not cheap, BUT, it is about $2000 less than trying to go to Hawaii for the same amount of time and staying on any of the less populated islands there. Oh, and it's "adults only" - no kids running around, crying, screaming, or taking up beach or pool chairs. And the alcohol...   it flows as fast as free bottles of water, which are ubiquitous here.

I've never stayed at an all inclusive resort before, so I had no idea of the level of ass kissing (tener mi culo beso) that was 'standard fare' at an all inclusive.  The company that runs this resort is named "Excellence" and every single staff member is trained and responsive to make sure that every single guest has an "excellent" time, addressing their every need for cold drinks, good food, fresh towels, a comfortable room, etc.  It's impressive that if you say anything - like "the mini fridge in the room is not really keeping the drinks cold" - that the staff Takes Action immediately.   We mentioned this Saturday, went to dinner, and came back to our room to find that they had changed out the mini-fridge to a new one while we were at dinner.  When you get up to go in the water, a beach attendant runs over to your lounge chair, and changes out the towels that are wrapped around the comfy cushions if they are wet or sand covered - at first I thought this was sort of excessive... but heck, it's nice to be catered to.

The bar tenders will make any drink you can imagine, with premium ingredients - Camus and Courvosier cognac, Johnny Walker Black, Jack Daniels, Absolute, Havanna 7 year rum, Don Julio tequila, etc etc etc,  Tips are not required, and you won't find a tip jar anywhere at an all inclusive, but I gave the bartender a 50 Peso note (about $4) and he calls me by name and asks what my wife and I would like to try next.  There's  a preponderance of the construction worker beer "Corona" here - I say "construction worker" because in Monterrey, where I have traveled for business 3 times previously, they said "in Mexico, the locals drink Modelo or Bohemia or Pacifico; Corona is cheap & nasty and only drank by the poor and low paid construction workers, day laborers (in Mexico!)".   Every bar here has Corona on tap, in bottle or cans, and it fills every minibar as well.  I avoid it for the headache producing swill that it is.  With so many other delicious libations around, it is easy to do.  =)

All the food is free, and it's pretty good. Each meal we've had here, either DDF or I had something we didn't like, and the other had something we liked.  I can't recommend the Chinese Spicy duck (last night) nor the French duck l'orange Friday night upon our arrival.  DDF's Mediterranean  vegetables at the 'Barcelona' restaurant were inedible Saturday night, but the sauteed chick and shrimp that came with it were tasty.  I've had succulent protein - hot wings, juicy ribs, yogurt, cheeses, hamburgers (no bun), shrimp cocktail, omelets, crust-less quiches - and DDF has had sushi, sashimi, pastas, seafood, tacos aand sandwiches - and have not been hungry once in 4 days.  There is a "dead spot" between 4 and 6pm where all the lunch places are closed and the dinner places have not yet opened, but that's more time to sit in hot tubs, cool bubbling hydro tubs, snorkel, swim, walk on the beach, and of course, drink more.

I need to end this post now, as yoga class is starting soon, and when I went Saturday, I learned a few new positions and breathing techniques.   So we're going back this morning, both DDF and I this time.

I'll try to post more this week, later about drink combinations I have created, as well as "white people problems" that DDF and I have thought of while here (like having a white cloth napkin while wearing dark pants - lol!).

U.S.Adipose

The United States is officially now, the fattest nation on the planet.  The Economist (link here) breaks it down, state by state. Consume, consume, consume, and remain sedentary my fellow patriots!  All the HFCS you could ever want!

Paw Paw

"Paw" in Polish means "Peacock".  I found this photo to be lovely indeed.

Happy Eid

Eid's coming soon (this Sunday), and a billion Muslims can break their daily fasting.

Happy Eid-al-Fitr everyone!