Chapter 18.
Suffering From An Open Mind
Delusion...its the only way into Glendall. A place where creatures like man have proven they can live in harmony within their different races and cultures. Everything you know around you, is just a little bit better in Glendall.
I went to places like that as a kid. You wouldn't need to actually walk. You can go there any time you like.
I think I used to go there because making up a fictional world of my own was better than living in one created by smart people.
Why aren’t the right things important to us?
Right now, a woman on the BBC is forcing correspondents in India to say that terrorists in different part of the city have taken PARTICULARLY British and American people hostage. She keeps asking each person she speaks with, to first and foremost, if they ever wanna be aired on the BBC, claim that the reason is particularly against what the western world represents. She just needs them to do it for a while…till the west gets bored of the story…taking away just what they heard in the beginning.
That terrorists against the white man are at it somewhere in this world again. Unstable regions.
Somehow, we don’t know who these people are, but hunches from the local police or admins are going for the ol’ Islamic fanatic of course. The footage they keep showing…is of a hundred people looking like they’re crowding the front doors of a hotel in a very disorganized way…but helping some people who’ve been shot in clearly visible spots on their bodies into ambulances.
America and Britain condone.
Now they’re hearing from the British governments. Official statement. We need to kill terrorists. It’s those terrorists again. Extremist stuff goin on there.
A gay looking Indian man is suggested by the reporter to say whatever he’s trying to suggest. It’s that they were looking particularly for whiteskins. He does.
A cop whose been shot is carried away. His arms remind me of a weaker version of mine. And I’m not a cop. Far from it. I’ve had no training either, clearly. He’s acting like he’s on K or something. Look at him.
Ordinarily…I wouldn’t be bothered by anything happening anywhere. But right next to this clearly troubled region that now requires much attention and intervention…is MY country. Our religious people aren’t harmful. They’re like the Amish. They really are.
If there was a camera recording just enough footage before, and its still and ongoing situation….why isn’t there any more footage? What on EARTH is going on?
I’ll tell you.
A bomb went off somewhere in Lahore some days ago. Because of it…my idea of entertaining people was delayed for a month. I’m not happy about this. Because these people…don’t…exist. And they’re STILL winning.
I was wondering what it was, y’know. Why I haven’t felt like I’ve had anything to say for so long. I’ve been thinking way too much. I suppose I felt this as a last resort to say something. The reason I didn’t sooner?
I don’t think it does anything. Speaking out. Writing things in blogs. Marches down a bunch of city blocks. Charity gatherings and functions. Public appeals.
There IS no public in Pakistan anymore. No one sees the kind of horrible FARCE we’re being turned into in the eyes of the world…no one cares. Why should they?
We’re just waiting.
Maybe it takes a hundred people to make us snap. Maybe it takes a thousand. Here’s the idea.
Don’t come into this region.
Behind me, the woman on BBC asks them to please PLEASE say they were particularly looking for people the US and Britain sent here as martyrs.
No. Not martyrs. Diplomats. Whatever.
They still don’t know who’s responsible. The damage has been done though. No one really asks about who the dead were.
No one asks why that police officer looked like the heroin addict he’s supposed to arrest.
No one counts the population in the slums of Mumbai city.
They do this all the time. And we don’t laugh. We never laugh.
They play a game. And the world watches and says, “Wow…I wonder what’s happening inside. I just heard a blast. These damn terrorists.”
No one responsible. No crazy dude sitting on an oil barrel with an uzi in his hand making a cell phone call…talking to someone about what they perhaps even WANT…since as it stands right now…they’re just a bunch of dudes who ran into a hotel, threw some grenades in random places…and shot some people. Now they’re holding them hostage…but as the guy just suggested…even thought they have no idea who it is…they’re probably willing to die.
If I click post on this blog right now…everyone in that hotel will die by the end of this.
But I won’t. I’ll instead hope that I didn’t pass that fine line between mildly amusing and downright BORING and you’re still reading this…long enough for me to ask you…
Someone comes into your house tomorrow morning…and tells you and your family how you’re going to start living all your lives from this moment on. You are to adopt his language…his clothes…his idea of good music…behaviour…food…and law.
He tells you it’s in the interest of letting you be you…only…more FREE.
He’s right.
But he doesn’t say please. Instead he walks right in and starts. So you ask him to leave. And he does. But he doesn’t look right in the eye.
So then he goes and stands outside your window and calls his friends. They make you watch them toss things into and wreck your apartment with various ideas and chemicals and bombs. You throw things back and tell em to piss off as much as you can…but they always come back and wreck your shit more.
Then they offer to clean it up for you. THEIR way.
Would you be weak about it? Or still say no?
I wonder if I’m seeing things that really aren’t happening or just suffering from an open mind. I wonder if we jumped from stereotyping people as terrorists to calling it racism SO quickly…it actually made us OK with what happened in the first place…long as it’s not ALL of us anymore.
2 hours. No idea why the cameras aren’t rolling. Isn’t WORLD news anymore. It’s all we needed. Now they’re reporting a good thing happening in some European country. And now, 25 kids in Nigeria are dead again.
Fine balance.
I don’t know how long it’ll take for the world to feel it’s ok to invade us and start fixing things now…but I just hope someone tells me the plan soon because…I’m not falling for it anymore. These bombs outside the Rafi Peer festival. Something very fishy going on. Truly religious people actually DON’T care if some colourful idiots are dancing somewhere in a stadium.
Apparently…all it takes to create a sense of security is a bunch of cops on a road and NO order this time for a suicide attack…likely plotted by the same people who put those cops there in the first place.
Ah, puppets.
03:51 now. People just wanna know what’s going on. They’ll believe anything they’re told. So it’s Muslim fanatics. Let’s wrap up the day. We don’t know what they want. They just randomly bomb things and kill people. They come from across the border. A little place called Pakistan.
And yet…no one wonders why some people just randomly walked into a situation they have no way of walking out of. Not one witness. Not one phone call. Nothing.
2 of them are dead. By tomorrow…you won’t be keeping up with this news further than the newspaper that gets printed and sent to your own home…tallying correctly with the news on t.v.
Even if these TERRORISTS speak out about what they want…you’ll never know. They’ll be dead by the morning. We’re still hot on the suicide idea.
04:30. Some terrorists have now been arrested and detained. They never want to talk to authority. Why don’t they say something to the public? Saying too much? Police wanna beat the right words out of them? Who ARE they?! Why don’t they want to talk right at the publics face?
I’m pissed enough to wake up and start caring again.
Tell whoever you can. Leave us alone.
Or come get your revolution.
I’m clicking post.
