Every day, I surf to the website of my favourite newspaper, The Guardian . In the past, while I was in Europe, this was the daily I subscribed to. Now, the cyberworld has made it possible for me to read this English newspaper although I am in Jelebu, Negeri Sembilan.

And now I can read the Guardian without some of its sentences snipped out, and without a picture of Naomi Campbell's breast censored out with black ink, as I had once seen when I bought a copy of the paper at the Subang International Airport some time ago.

A couple of days ago, I read an investigative report in the Guardian about Pepsi Cola and Coca Cola. The scholarly study looked into how and why people chose the two brands of soft drinks. The companies which manufacture the two drinks are racing to dominate the world market so intensively that there is not a nook on this globe where the two brandnames are not recognised.

Once I had become politically aware, and wanted to do something which was politically correct, I had stopped purchasing both Pepsi and Coke. This also meant that I had to turn away from Bacardi and Coke - the trendy drink of the 70s in Universiti Malaya, in particular, in the Fifth College. I now choose Pernod ala West Bank [tap water] - the labourer's drink in Paris.

But what I want to expound about here is not about the Guardian , Bacardi, Pernod or Naomi Campbell's inked-on "brassiere". I want to discuss about the election of the president of the United States of America. But I do not want to confess whether I accept or reject the American democratic process - that is a personal matter.