I stumbled upon this website today- a bit late, I admit. It shows the world opinion between McCain and Obama.
http://www.iftheworldcouldvote.com/results
This suggests that Obama has a mandate not only to his own citizens but to the citizens of the world.
I can’t imagine there are people in the world who have not been frightened at least one time in their lives. Normal people, those without some kind of emotional disorder, cannot stay frightened perpetually. Fear builds slowly and this is called suspense or it leaps out at you unexpectedly from the mist or darkness. This is called shock.
One of the most frightening moments in my childhood was 
when I was about 6 or 7. Regularly, my family would make the long journey from the big city, St. Louis, to the country, in North western Arkansas. At that time, my grandparents lived in a quirky house which had apparently been a store in the 40s. Indeed the rooms were barely suitable for comfortable living. My mother and father, brother or sister, and I would all sleep in the same room.
Off subject a bit, one of my happiest memories is listening to my parents and grandparents converse after the lights were off. And, as in the real and larger life, one by one their voices would drop out of the conversation until there was silence. They are all gone now and all silently sleeping, except me.
My brother or sister and I slept in this mountainous bunk-bed with myself on the top and with my parents in a larger bed. Sometime in the middle of the night, on one occasion, I woke up and saw my mother standing beside the bed. Her silhouette was backlit by a tiny window high on the wall. She did not move and when I whispered to her, she did not respond. Very strange, I thought. Summoning all my courage, I reached out to her but my hand passed through where she should have been. Most disconcerting of all, off the side, in the dull light, I could see my mother and father sleeping in the bed. How could it be possible.. the shape was definitely my mother’s.. but it could not be my mother. So who was this standing before me? What did she want? It was as though the person was too angry to speak, judging me without a sound.
I tried to make contact again.. “What do you want? Mother?”
No answer. No movement. I began to cry softly at first, a bit loudly as more time passed without reaction. Finally, somebody woke up and called to me but I was afraid to answer. My mother turned on the light and suddenly the shadow was gone. It took me a few seconds to understand what had happened.
The shape had been composed of various overlapping items, layered perfectly together to give convincing illusion of a person standing before me. When the light flashed on, all of these conspiring menacing objects leapt back into their respective places. My sister moaned at my stupidity and the lights and rolled over. It was nearly 5 in the morning and for my grandmother, that was nearly time to rise anyway.
It was all very embarrassing but, thankfully, it was quickly forgotten. Years later, after my mother died, for some strange reason this event had its parallel. The whole process of my mother’s illness, her death and funereal, my brother and sister’s behavior, and the long torturous return to Turkey was just over and the exhaustion and recovery part was just kicking in. When one loses a parent, it is a major dividing line in one’s life.. and you begin to see the world in terms of those who have lost a loved one, and those who have not. People who have lost someone close to them are very different than those who have not. Talk to somebody who has lost a close person in their lives and they will tell you the same thing. Some jokes are not funny and when you watch a film you can know which type of person has written the screenplay.
Around that time, I began to have a spooky and inexplicable feeling that my mother was around me, a physical presence. I could sometimes feel when she was in the room. If I could explain it I would say it was like the difference between being alone and being in a room where somebody has just stepped out. It was not a good feeling. I had this odd sensation that she was not happy with my life there, with the life I had made. I kept trying to dismiss it as merely a part of the grieving process but it was quite disturbing sometimes. I worried that I was losing my mind too. Insanity begins at home.
Despite this fear, I worked up the courage to explain the feeling to a close friend of mine. She was very sympathetic and told me that she had a friend who was gifted on this subject. She would consult her and return with news.
About a week later, she came back with good news. “She told me to tell you that you were correct. Your mother had been visiting you. It is very normal, she told me. Sometimes the spirits of the recently-dead linger awhile. But she wanted me to tell you that your mother had left and she is happy now. She is with your father and she had missed him a lot.”
I was skeptical at first. As skeptical as I had been in the first place. Was it possible to cure one delusion with another? But, in fact, the “visits” happened less and less. I still feel my mother and father come to visit, hovering in the room occasionally, but it tends to give me strength now instead of fear.
Michael Crichton, author of Jurassic Park, has died aged 66 after a "courageous and private battle against cancer", his family has said.
He penned the books Congo, Twister and the popular Jurassic Park trilogy, all of which were adapted into films.
His books have sold more than 150 million copies. He also created the long-running US hospital drama ER.
"He will be profoundly missed by those whose lives he touched," his family said in a statement.
A private funeral service is expected.
Crichton is survived by wife Sherri and daughter Taylor.
The family's statement paid tribute to a "devoted husband, loving father and generous friend".
It added: "Through his books, Michael Crichton served as an inspiration to students of all ages, challenged scientists in many fields, and illuminated the mysteries of the world in a way we could all understand."
A Harvard Medical School graduate, Crichton became the toast of Hollywood when his 1971 novel The Andromeda Strain was turned into a film.
Many of his novels and screenplays were adapted for cinema.
The most successful were the Jurassic Park trilogy, the first of which burst onto the screen in 1993, directed by Steven Spielberg.
ER has won a host of Emmys since it began in 1994, and helped launch the career of George Clooney.
