Now I have been laying dormant for far too long. 2 months without a blog post and a whole lot of angst to be blown away. Fuck the world we live in today. Richard Dawkins in his book the God Delusion states that religion is but the cause for most insolence, ignorance and apathy in the world we live in today. A very reputable statement, which I, as a Believer find not too audacious. After all, how many atheists do you see burning effigies of Religious Leaders.
'True peace is not merely the absence of tension, it is the presence of justice' - Martin Luther King Jr
The above statement was my facebook shout out, because where justice fails to prevail, vigilante justice comes in. Now caped crusaders and testosterone charged men wielding pitchforks may have gone out of fashion a long time ago. I have to admit a certain affinity for the 'Achilles Mexican Standoff'. Fuck armies or weapons. A real test of strength and wits lies in a battlefield. Mano-e-mano. No weapons, just plain guts, gore, wits.
Now lets evaluate the pros and cons of this seemingly barbaric form of settling arguments.
A fuckface starts a fight, in a club, calls on his group of goons and buttfucks a perfectly sane dude.
= a bunch of rats against a mongoose
With the standoff, its a fuckface starts a fight, gets his butt kicked in by a perfectly sane dude.
= a rat against a mongoose
too trivial? or too simplified
fucking rats are scum of the earth, constantly linked with disease and whatnot. A mongoose is an exotic animal known to be kept as pets by folks in India and Sub Saharan Africa to keep the fucking snakes at bay, lol what chance does a fucking rat have.
This is of course accepting that the perpetrator of the fight is a small slimy pipsqueak and the dude is a Charles Bronson incarnation.
Ah you idiot, the metaphor was not a physical but rather a mental one:) it takes a bigger man to not throw the first punch:)
Anyway I've been reading up loads of political blogs and I came to this one blog by a Dr. Mohd Ridhuan Tee Abdullah, Senior Lecturer, National Defence University Malaysia cum Secretary General of Islamic Chamber of Commerce Malaysia.
Sounds like a Bogus University no?
anyway, Seeing that he was a contributor to the most recycled magazine of all time 'Dewan Siswa' - that schools made us buy and like the very day I bought it, I tossed it into the recycling box after browsing faces of the sad people that wanted to be Penpals with random strangers. They made us read that crap for Literature. Fuck's sake, Literature is a form of critical appraisal where a reflection is made as to how a work of art has appealed to the reader. Not some cum fed into a mouth of a porn star force to swallow!
Digressing...Back to my point, so this guy Dr Ridhuan Tee, like got into an online battle of wits with Art Harun. Now let us not be biased in our views. But these are transcripts of articles i picked up from their blogs. Honestly, who'd you root for? And i'll come back to the rat vs Mongoose after this.
From Ridhuan T's blog - ertee.blogspot.com
Instead, we always argue to maintain what is not right. For example, what is so wrong if we practice cohabiting before marriage, as long as we believe we are responsible?
My concerned, how if after that, John Doe make a decision not to take responsibility or leave the girlfriend all of a sudden? Some merely manage to marry for 10 days and then divorce. Who will be victimized? Of course the woman. Therefore the rule of law will always protect the fate of the woman.
I have a few Chinese and Malay acquaintance who has made a blunder because of this sex before marriage. To make matter worst, the boyfriend just left. Now, what would happen with this unborn child?
Now to a bit from Art Harun. http://art-harun.blogspot.com/
The events which are unfolding in Malaysia are nothing short of Kafkaesque in nature.
In Franz Kafka's The Metamorphosis, the chief protagonist, a salesman by the name of Gregor woke up one day only to find out that he had transformed into a giant insect. Lying down, he could see his many legs moving about in the air above him. Strangely, rather than wallowing in self pity and descending into a state of utter depression, Gregor's first reaction was "how am I going to get to work?"
A simple word of advice, pick your battles. Admit defeat to the more honourable sovereign victor. Even without reading the contents of their blogs, you kinda have a presumption that there is a clear victor, and there is a clear wannabe.
In the wise words of the unwise Shaun Micheals, ' Don't hunt what you can't kill'.
What do I know about wars? Well firstly, I am Punjabi by birth, the group of people Rahul describes to his batchmates as the True Spartans who were bred for battles. Punjabis have served many wars and by blood, that kinda makes me a veteran. Trust me when I say this, pick your battles.
Cos you don't wanna appear like an effing cunt. i love that statement, because I heard it being said aloud and I laughed. He felt the need to be discreet with the word fuck, but not the word cunt.
Ahh the world we live in today, Fucked we are as Yoda would say.
Shit, we must take. Idiots, we must accept. Morons, we must tolerate. Wanks, we must live with.
Happy new year folks. and if I did swear too much on this post, fuck me. Its my 2nd time typing this darn article. Damn battery died without autosave on the damn blog. Screw Blogspot.
Now a song for the new year, by the now defunct and crappy Smashing Pumpkins. God, grant us some good bands this year.
The everlasting gaze
You know I'm not dead
Now you know where I've been
As you sleep
Torn I am
Weighted down
Patiently
Born of love
You know I'm not dead
I'm just living in my head
Forever waiting
On the ways of your desire
You always find a way
And thru it all
Into us all you move
Forgotten touch
Forbidden thought
We can never have enough
You know I'm not dead
Found below
The creatures scream
Stranglehold
A god machine
Begging to
Tear us out
Worn as hope
You know I'm not dead I'm just the tears inside your head
Forever waiting
On the ways of your desire
You always find a way
And thru it all into us all you move
Forgotten touch
Forbidden thought
We can never have enough
You know I'm not dead
We all want to hold in the everlasting gaze
Enchanted in the rapture of his sentimental sway
But underneath the wheels lie the skulls of every c.o.g.
The fickle fascination of an everlasting God
You know I'm not dead
-and the damn chorus repeats again
