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Don't be no Judge Judy!


I am totally tripping on the 'Judge Judy' bit right now, thanks to a particular Facebook update regarding GOT's Khaleesi and the late Prince Oberyn of Dorne. Yes, the poor schmuck died due to bad judgement. 

Anyways, back to 'not being' Judge Judy. We all need a little bit of faith, don't we? We are quick to make judgements and categorize people. This includes me too most of the times. But the man I live with shuts me up with a simple answer - "What you gotta do with it? You be. And let them be!"

Wise. Lol. So, here is an interesting video I discovered on Youtube while searching for videos showcasing amazing Salsa. I was looking for a particular video that featured two fantastic kids grooving to the beats. But then I chanced upon this video and my eyes welled up. It is a wonderful that the 'still-young-at-heart' Paddy, 80 years old, displayed a talent for Salsa that beat the shit out of everyone at Britain's Got Talent. Moreso, because Simon the jerk happened to yawn and pressed the buzzer to present this disappointment even before the magic unraveled. He had to apologize (read - eat his bitter words) as Paddy won everyone's heart and Amanda pressed the golden buzzer, sending the dainty dancer and her partner directly into the finals.

Must watch this video to reinstill faith and of course for the fab dance routine!  
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