Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Mad Men And Savages


Chapter 25
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The Answer Is Secret


Oh my god! Karachi is burning!! Karachi is burning!!

No it isn't. It's just a rough ass Monday. What's wrong? Why all the shock? Had we thought we were OUT of this mess? Was sitting and letting your country get overrun by land lords merging with multinational capatalists supposed to make Karachi a safe haven for us all? Didn't that one discussion you had with two friends while getting drunk on a Friday night mean you did your part?

Muslims bombings Muslims eh?

It’s a fucking farce. It's not even what's happening. What would be the point? The whole damn WORLD mourns for Ashura. Are we immediately supposed to believe that if a bombing takes place during one of the recessions it HAS to be blamed on an opposing SECT of the same religion?

Open your fucking eyes. The people who bomb houses of worship and religious gatherings are not members OF that religion. It makes no fucking sense. Not that I'm giving them ideas...but seems to me that bombing anti Al Qaeda-esque military bases...or a new clothing store selling skimpy looking outfits...or a new restaurant which secretly sells booze...or private parties where people can get together and have orgies or even a concert held by Atif Aslam all seem to be more up an outraged fanatical muslim organisation's alley. Ok fine bombing Atif Aslam is more up MY alley than theirs but whatever.

Here's a question. Why the manipulation? Why, when you say Islamic agendas and loyal followers do you cut straight to a video of mad lunatic looking people waving rocket launchers in the air...chanting things that probably make some amount of sense but are never translated. Why is it when I watch a man on CNN interview this old dude sitting in front of the Bhutto death square selling flags and posters of a dead chick's even more dead political party...being an urdu speaker, I find he said a LOT more than the lame stuff the translator chose to pick out and broadcast...shoving the level of the actual old guys volume down so low it's totally inaudible.

There was a dude who totally went insane and shot up some place in the US called Fort Hood. Killed 13 soldiers. Now, no one should ever have to die at all...but if they do...don't you atleast wanna know WHY? I do. I did. Now I don't...why? I'm more into their latest blockbuster…”The Syrian who stole Christmas”. Don't you want to know WHY he did the underwear explosive thing? You DO? You won't soon. It won't matter. A Palestinian dude is gonna attack an Israeli settlement...he'll use a bomb instead of a smart missle...and in war, much like most socialite circles around the globe...a man who doesn't use the EXPENSIVE state of the art weaponry to create genocide is worse than a terrorist...he's POOR. He's DESPERATE. More than that…he’s the new guy we decide to be the face of terrorism for a few days till the story does its job.

The US soldier...who shot up Fort Hood...was a fully sane 'able to speak for himself and make an announcement to the world press' kinda guy. He was ONE of THEIR SOLDIERS!! Why didn’t they let him speak his mind and explain himself? Where is he? Don't know? I just looked it up. The last anyone reported on him was...GOOGLE NEWS! In the article? A YEMENI IMAM (Islamic cleric)...that’s right…a YEMENI…IMAM…tells...GOOGLE...that the soldier once came to him, and I quote "sought advice from him about killing US soldiers"...

Just went to the imam and said, "Hey man of the cloth to a religion that justifies murder...I wish to kill lots of US soldiers...how do I do it?"

It's surprising to see how quickly the whole conspiracy theory of BlackWater and other secretly driven multinational private organisations creating pockets of power in this country spread to the point of becoming overdiscussed and now abandoned like yesterday's news. That's actually where the powers at be put even their OWN faith in these theories. They fuel them to the point where not enough proof supporting these ideas turns them into little more than senseless rants from a man whose life was destroyed by a simple machine. It's called a paper shredder, and it destroys the very evidence he spends his life trying to find. In poorer countries, this machine is replaced by something called...a FURNACE. All information you wish never to keep any record of, goes into this device...as do the people who have this information and refuse to cooperate. But I’m sure to a man mowing down a steak somewhere with his banker friends right now, the idea of multimillion dollar deals involving weapons and warheads being made in SECRET is just pure science fiction till Michael Moore can find a document and make a 3 hour snoozefest about it.

I'm all for conspiracy theories when it seems fairly obvious that there IS one going on. The word Taliban and BOMB seem synonymous with each other now. How did THAT happen? I’m not totally on the side of a global group that doesn’t want pornographic films made, but people don't seem to use their eyes anymore. Atleast not for anything more than looking around hoping to catch a reflection of themselves in another person. Someone who agrees with your twisted logic and makes the world a slightly better place to live in for a while. Just waiting for another blast somewhere because it gives you the notion that talking about dangerous current affairs makes you look more concerned or maybe even a little smarter while shoving your face with truffles from some exclusive chocolate shop in zamzama. Yea. I know the reviews from your lame facebook status. They're to fucking die for.

But so is a decent cause.

Instead, we waste so much time getting our views from channels like DAWN and GEO which are little more than telemarketers for fear and DEATH these days, I wouldn't be surprised if that clueless Ranger unit leader heard details about his own subordinate’s death from some shmuck paid to put the idea in his head that JAHANZEB found someone suspicious and when he approached him about it the guy pulled the cord. Of course top that off with regular articles or video specials on political parties making new bills, or NGO's that actually DO some real grassroots work in this country for education, sanitation, employment, healthcare whatever, and you have yourselves a news industry that truly CARES about the people instead of say, attempting to push for the idea of news channel heads as president of this country.

FREE PRESS!!! (craftily faded to change to) REPRESS!!! DAWN NEWS! UNDERSTAND THE DIFFERENCE!

Yes...they're two different words entirely. What's your fucking point? Where do you get YOUR news from? Excuse me while I go off and position a camera on my rooftop right NOW for a bomb that'll go off tomorrow afternoon. Some people will do anything to get that exclusive.

We seem to forget that the entire purpose of these bombings happens to be making us afraid of 4 things:

1. Stepping out of the house. (The government has it under control)

2. Going anywhere NEAR a mosque. (God is obsolete)

3. Attending religious seminars or gatherings. (People who believe in God are bakward goons asking for a targeted attack)

4. Having an original thought. (When the media wants your opinion...they'll give it to you)

So...unless you're a complete DOLT...you will realise that yes, the people responsible for these attacks ARE far from Muslims...but not in that weakly ironic and hopelessly needling way you like to post on your facebook wall hoping that some bearded dude in a position of power will read it and go GRRRRRR alright SHAMYLA! YOU WIN! I WASNT GONNA DO THIS TILL WEDNESDAY, BUT NOW YOU'VE GONE TOO FAR! I CAN'T TAKE YOUR MOCKING WORDS ANYMORE! PACK IT UP GANG! ITS OVER! THE JEWS WIN!

The people responsible, my fellow cunts...are members of your local and foreign governments that have indeed worked together tirelessly for decades to bring their own warped version of liberty and freedom to this country in the wonderful form of late night with Mathira and MTV. Ah, Mathira. She holds a LIVE show every night from 2 to 3 in the morning...subjected to nothing but ridicule from women in burkhas who have the nerve to tell her to dress properly from now on despite the fact that THEY'RE the ones making late night phone calls to a TV show called "Love Talk"...and drunk men who, on a good day, can muster enough strength to speak in entire sentences which mostly revolve around telling her they think she looks pretty and they'd like to BEFRIEND her. Yet if she stops doing her show, these assholes are the first ones to bitch about the Islamisation of the country. They don't want to see women in sleeveless outfits at 3 in the morning, but they don't want Vibe to suddenly UP it's standards from the piece of crap channel it IS either.

And why is that? I'll tell you why. Yes I will. The west has ALWAYS led the way in what they’d have you believe is the shining example of modern civilised living. Imitation works. But we always somehow manage to secure our place as the least developed in ANY of these things.

You DO realise that capatilsm, once the saviour of the planet as we knew it, is conveniently being shown as the enemy now, yet at the same time companies like FORD MOTORS get on the public healthSCARE bandwagon by joining with large hospital organisations which cover a whole lot more items on the list of natural ailments if you purchase their cars and become loyal customers. Seriously. Buy a Ford...live longer.

And now, companies are creating machines that run on something called HHO. A broken down re-engineered form of water that can create enough energy to burn through a metal plate in seconds yet leaves human skin unaffected. The beauty of the system (not counting how it totally opens up new possibilities for so called miracles thousands of years ago when men were seen walking through fire and created entire religions BASED on these illusions)? Only companies that have been creating engines for the regular cars that ran on fuel harvested from the blood of innocent people have any ACCESS to this damn technology. They STILL hold the resources, the skill, the information and scale of work it requires to eventually put these engines into mass production. The same companies, led by the same people, exploiting the same resources, controlling the same money and power to create the next step in healthy cooperative human living. Which by the way, they can do tomorrow. But they won't. For ANOTHER two reasons.

The fuel hasn't run out yet.

The global warming scare hasn't taken its hold on your pathetic little brain.

Then why bring that freedom and liberty to this part of the world? Because by the time we start indulging in the fattening perks of a so called MODERN society...we'll also start being considered the world’s number one polluters and industrial giants. A way of living, which, by the time we achieve it and even BEGIN to reap the benefits of, will be obsolete because THEY SAY SO. This time...a country will be invaded because enough people will believe it's not only threatening another nation, but slowly choking the entire planet to death with its wicked backward ways. You and I, UNfortunately...will not be around to see this happen. History will rewrite itself...and the countries that currently practice major industrial production and even a little thing called weather modification (shooting deadly chemicals into the air to control things like humidity level for comfort and rainfall for dams), will write a big fat sorry to the UN or whatever it changes its name to and just walk away with the masses thinking "Awww...atleast they apologised."

Big Fat Capatalist wearing a monocle: Look...I'm uhh...sorry I killed everything and everyone you ever loved. Soooo...we cool?

Native American: No.

Big Fat Capatalist wearing a monocle: What choice do you really have? I own everything.

Native American: You're right. I'm going to create a God that will make this all better AFTER we die.

Big Fat Capatalist Wearing a monocle: Sure....sure...soooo…we cool right?

We can single out any one person with a different opinion and call him insane...and the world will follow...and you know why? Because as soon as he starts making sense to more than three people, BOOM! A bomb goes off on 10th Moharram and you're back to square one, flipping curiously through news channels telling you your wonderful government caught a suspect and so far only has the knowledge that this many people have died, and it was caused by a single man wearing some sort of bomb vest. Where’s the suspect? What’s he got to say? And can I for once…just once…hear HIM speak directly INTO a fucking camera as his statement to the people?

Have you ever SEEN a bomb blast?

Have you seen one go off in the middle of a packed crowd?

Let me explain what happens.

When a bomb goes off...particularly one of the kind where roughly 4 maybe 5 kilos of explosive have been strapped to a vest? For a radius of 35 to 40 feet? You're lucky if you can still keep all five senses, sight, hearing, SANITY etc. If you're truly blessed...all your limbs are still intact.

Fifteen to twenty feet? NOTHING survives. The shock and shrapnel will kill anything beathing.

Ten to five feet from the point of the explosion...little more than intestines are or a bloody sandal is found.

1 foot or less?

Nothing. A big black hole in the ground, and a LOT of bad memories.

NOTHING survives the epicenter of a blast using 5 kilos of explosive. Nothing. Yet instead of believing that a SMART person casually walked around in the crowd, quietly dropped a bag with a timed explosive and walked off to about as far as he could in a frame of 4 minutes...we immediately jump to the image of a training camp somewhere in the mountains with a whole LINE of men chanting mad slogans, being treated just a LIIIITTTLE more special than the rest of the crew. These are the men everyone in the camps wishes they were. These are the suicide bombers. The ones willing to go anywhere at any time and with complete disregard for everything around them, quit the world in a blaze of glory and close their eyes so tight they see heaven. MAD men and SAVAGES. So many in number now they're crawling out from under the very rocks they hide behind. We can't seem to find most of them though...but that's ok...our military's on the case. Sure a couple hundred people from nearby villages die in the raids and missile fire. Just collateral damage. Beat the shit out of someone they DO manage to kidnap till he confesses to crimes he never committed from less fear for his own life and more of it for the families the secret army promises they’ll rape and murder if he doesn’t cooperate.

I'll tell you why you avoid talking about it. Why if anyone brings up this topic in the middle of a dinner party you'll think it’s a drag. The reason is that talking about these issues in a country where less than 2 percent of the population controls ALL the money and power, can rarely lead to anything but a drastic measure on the part of its people. Stop going to work for 3 months. Don’t use electricity anymore. Go fucking insane. And see what happens. Watch how the controllers break down to their knees finally admitting how much more they need YOU than YOU need THEM.

Or?

Stop bitching and moaning about being exploited and taken for a ride if you refuse to DO shit about it. But you still won’t and here’s why. Simply because...it's literally all you have.

As Pakistanis...you don't dominate the world stage in ANYTHING...political strength...money...fashion...film...industries of ANY sort...this is all you have...the bombs. You feel like heroes just for surviving one day out here and being able to say yes I saw it all when it was happening. Funny how big a lie that really is. You ignored it and now it wants attention. The longer you put it off the longer it'll stick around. But did you ever even really want it gone? Or is sitting in your homes all nice and snug talking to people over the internet about how it affects you psychologically and emotionally to live through this shit literally the only thing that makes you unique in this world? Wear Hush Puppies on your feet to get noticed here…wear the image of a person from a torn country to get noticed there. It’s highly systematic…I’d be surprised if any one of you were aware you were even doing it. I doubt I’ll ever give you credit for such a long term philosophy.

I saw something the other day. One of the higher ups in national air travel security in the U.S was giving an interview on CNN. He was casually speaking about how, in order to INCREASE the effectiveness of anti terrorism on flights to and from the U.S, we must change our global strategy from this:

Everybody gets treated the exact same way and is run through a simple series of checks like having your luggage scanned, then walking through a full body scanner designed to send x rays through your clothes to check for any concealed weapons.

To THIS:

Past the luggage scan everyone is free to go off except a few specifically profiled people. Who will be taken to a side, and embarrassed by being the only ones subjected to those checks.

The interviewer seemed to agree with him when he said in THIS way...we can actually make our security standards seem LESS predictable and therefore this will be an EPIC win against terrorists. And similar idiots like the interviewer sit and watch this guy talk absolute nonsense and scratch their chins and say 'he's got a point'.

So what happens when a guard trained to spot a nervous man through his behaviour looks at a totally hot chick in the line a little longer than he's supposed to...missing an obvious hint dropped by someone who he should've been watching? What happens when a so called terrorist showing no signs of anxiety walks right onto a plane with chemicals sewn into his underwear that he could've mixed and used sitting in the airplane toilet? What happens when he succeeds and the whole plane goes down in the middle of an ocean never to be seen again...apart from a single passport floating unharmed on the surface of the crash area...which says Syrians are the new Iraqis? What happens? Do we blame the airport security head for his dickheaded move? Do we blame the guard for missing an obvious sign because he was watching some broad’s tits? Do we blame the terrorist? Do we blame the organisation he belonged to?

Nope. The answer is secret option 'moron'. We blame Syria. Yea. Not the country. The PERSON. Because they're backward and uneducated and instead of sharing power and wealth with these lesser fortunate souls...some people would believe its a better move to just invade and occupy. Y'know...like the British with the Indians years ago. Only today they can’t do that at all right? They have the whole problem of news channels around the world belonging to each country reporting constantly on the REAL truth about the matter and that’s becoming a REAL difficult issue to control.

Or is it?



Monday, November 9, 2009

Tumbling To The Ground


Chapter 24.

For Something Thicker



Iqbal day. Seems unfair I can't get beer on a holiday commemorating a man whose poetry leads you to believe he was probably one of the biggest drinkers this nation has ever seen. Advantage though...the electricity didn't go today. Disadvantage? I wasn't prepared for this random act of kindness from those thieving bastards that run the electric supply company. I still switched off my PC and took my nap (yes, like the one your grandfather takes because his love problems are bigger than mine, i.e: he actually GOT to marry the woman of HIS dreams) and wasted those precious hours of the day when I could be sitting here typing away at some useless theory or the other, helping no one and fuelling my insanity simultaneously.

Yes. I claim I'm insane. And yes, it makes me think I'm cooler than you. How'd you guess?

So many MOVEMENTS all of a sudden. And not just the high society hippie SHAMS going on in THIS country, but all around the world. The other day a gay comedian managed to get a crowd of 3000 people to focus on a much larger picture concerning the mannerisms and methods the catholic church used to enforce its teachings in the past and the diabolical yet primitive way in which it intends to choose and empower its clerics in the near future. His main objective, of course, apart from holding present priests responsible for atrocities committed 600 years ago, was to force the church to make it alright to be gay no matter how ICKY (religious terminology) devout Catholics might find that kind of behaviour to be.

Meanwhile...the most powerful woman in Pakistan...Atiqa Ohdo...continued to flood my facebook inbox with pro Pakistani tripe that concerns a very small percentage of the nation seeing as most of them are having a problem with those OTHER things, you know, FOOD, WATER and ELECTRICITY.

So you wanna fight bullets with words. You wanna fight bombs with blogs.

Some dude called Saad Khan drowned during a badly conceived game show. Like Fear Factor meets The Running Man. There are no losers. Only winners and dead people. I was genuinely surprised that wasn't the USP (Unique Selling Point. I have a friend. He went to college.) of the show to begin with, and that the death was actually an accident. Being a paranoid man though, I couldn't help thinking this was an elaborate way to give the masses of this shit hole the believable illusion that multinationals aren't completely taking over this country with each passing minute. Or maybe it was just a huge step taken to improve the quality and standards of game shows for television locally. A win win really. Except for the guinea pig who left behind a wife and three kids.

Then I thinks to myself I thinks...isn't it about time we brought the world together using the one trait human beings haven't managed to shake over the past 20 thousand years? Yes, that's right. Blood lust you cretins. Whens the last time you switched between channels showing the aftermath of a bomb blast in Peshawar and a peaceful artistic exhibition opening night at some lame gallery and actually spent more time watching the latter? You wouldn't pull the trigger to execute a murderer but you'd sure as hell watch it if someone else did, admit it.

Ahh all those women I could've impressed with my newly acquired ZIPPO TRICK skills at the protest we were gonna hold for Saad Khan at the Park Towers roundabout...about seven fucking months ago. Bring your own DIYAS children. You'll need the light. Movements in this country have darker agendas than the sad events surrounding them.


So! Bringing the world together using blood lust. I imagine...soon as Punylever or Prostate and Gamble or conglomerates like it get enough power to control these kinds of things...I dream of a world where we won't be fighting each other anymore because we'll be too busy watching carefully selected groups of individuals worldwide fighting each OTHER. In huge arenas.

Where the head of the loser gets lobbed off and sold to the highest bidder. And the women will swoon after him saying things like "Did you know? He's a COLLECTOR." It's gonna be pure ratings MAGIC.

Poor Peshawaris. They live in buildings so dilapidated, one explosion sends seven of them tumbling to the ground, and we have the nerve to focus on the actual BLAST as the main problem plaguing this country and it's people...not the illiterate thugs LEADING them...

Atleast make it HARD for the terrorists I say. Give them something to fuckin' WORRY about perhaps? I was stopped about half an hour ago by rangers on the road because my busted headlight seemed suspicious. I asked him if they'd gotten reports of a busted headlight car that needs to be checked. He said "Nah man...we just randomly wave down vehicles we feel like waving down in the mere hopes that we might find something in them." This is the plan of action provided to these Rangers by one of the most feared intelligence agencies in the world. But I'm starting to believe the ISI is more LOATHED than FEARED. Our guys probably just stop answering the phone when shit gets real like most Pakistanis do. I won't lie. I avoid the hell out of people when I'm too bothered with my own shit...but then I wouldn't put myself in charge of running a damn country either. But if that LAX kinda behaviour doesn't put the terror in the hearts of men driving a lorry carrying one hundred and fifty kilos of plastic explosives into the Marriot, I'm stumped as to what might.

Who even knows what the damn war is about anymore. We're too busy fighting it. On the front. In our own homes. Most of us just in our minds. There was a time when blood was worthless once it was spilt for something thicker. Now it seems that was just an excuse. Wasn't even the plan.

Who else demands we be told what the damn plan is?

Anyone?

No matter how horrific. It couldn't be worse than rationalising millions of deaths daily by applying whatever twisted logic was born in your mind off that limited amount of knowledge you possibly might have about the history of the world. Or you could stay busy watching how the tip of the iceberg IS getting just a little cleaner every year. Sure MORE women were raped this year than any preceding it...but isn't that just because there're more women ON Earth this year than the last?

Your popularised notions of right and wrong make me wish I had a stomach better at holding in all that vomit that comes out as a result of hearing them. Nothing is getting better. And your ability to turn around and look at the things you WANT to see is to blame. But I expect little else from a species that gets addicted to soft drinks and fancy shoes by the age of 6.

Death trickles down the ladder of power, kids. Watching a president make a call to kill soldiers while killing rebels while aggravating their surviving peers into killing innocents is like killing a matchstick to kill a cigarette to kill yourself.

Give yourself cancer if you have to...but then try not to get married and have children that gotta see your balding chemotherapied ass struggle to stay alive every damn day.

You'd think there was at least something CLOSE to a solution for removing cancerous bigots in the worlds highest positions of power in here. I'm afraid I'm still working on it. I promise it'll involve guns and explosives. I tried to use harsh words against a tank once...you can't hear them over the shells.

But as far as solutions go...if I thought celebrating life brought about anything but more inevitable death...I'd advise you to stop reading and YouTube that little Chinese girl that raises her hand and says "What...EVAAAA" in such an adorable way it makes you kinda forget how sad it is that a wonderful mind like hers is soon going to be ruined by the next Lindsay Lohan album.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Is That A Kaafir?

Chapter 23.

The Entire Concept



Ahh Ramadan. The holy month of fasting. The one time of the year when an artist is probably struggling LESS than you are. Finally, a reason other than my horrible skills with women to blame for the lack of sex for some 30 odd days. Sure, sometimes we forget why we're told to fast in this month. It's become more of a tradition than a religious thing. I guess there has to be SOME time of the year when I should be able to buy pakodas off a stand somewhere in the middle of...well...anywhere. This is what life should be like forever. Hot oily foods prepared without following any sanitation code whatsoever...shorter work hours...people that're frustrated, hot and thirsty but too hungry and tired to fight you back when you kick them in the ass and run away. Even that one guy at every office who was never taught the beauty of the 'PERSONAL SPACE', and talks right up close to your face like he's inspecting your forehead for alien life forms keeps his distance because he knows his mouth probably smells like a cat shat in there...ate it's own shit...digested it...shat again...and then died...two days ago. Oh, fasting, is there any problem you can't solve?

Why do we wait for some MOON sighting to bring our society to this near utopia?

Oh right...because ordinarily we'd rather be greedy, slimey WANTITALLS...and 30 days of moderation is probably all human beings today can even bear. The month is supposed to teach us patience, apparently for everyone and everything except people who don't fast. Why make the fasting essential only this time of year? I say we rewrite the consitution. But then again so does everyone else, since your constitution is now primarily made up of stuff written by landlords who hired lawyers because they knew how to use a pen. But what about a year long Ramadan-esque struggle? Isn't one of the best examples of a happy society another wonderful event exclusive only to the days of this month? Yes...I mean housewives that DON'T complain every waking moment of the day because they finally get a break from their husbands jumping them each night after promises of doing chores the next day they intend to break.

"YES!! DROP THEM TO SCHOOL IN THE MORNING FOR ME BABY!! DROP THEM!!!"

Sometimes I wonder if I made a 24 hour channel airing various shots of good looking men walking into VERY messy houses and cleaning them with mops and sponges and soap while soft music plays...how long would it be EXACTLY before housewives realise they're watching what they consider porn.


So I saw a link recently. Apparently, people in Saudi Arabia are shifting to a new form of liberal marriage called MASYAT or something. It allows men and women to live in seperate households and managing to remain GHAIR (unrelated) mard or aurat to each other, yet they can reap the main benefit for which most Saudis consider marriage in the first place instead of continuing their homosexual hand holding exploits outside mosques. That's right. These men and women get to have sex with each other and outside of wedlock now...it's the law.

Ahan...so the place that STARTED God is abandoning Him too. We should all sing and dance while we can...because hell will be burning with not so human souls and the only thing our worldly instruments will be good for is kindling the fire.

What I love is how some people make a big deal about this, and some don't...but nearly everyone is quick to forget when little events like this take place. The world changed that day. For a liberal man like myself...I'm actually happy for the people of Saudi being given this freedom. But what I'm saddened for...is the religion so many people died to promote, preach, practice and spread throughout the centuries. I mean...if we were gonna dick around with the entire concept by getting some senior scholar to sell his belief when he was convinced the time is right...why even BOTHER maintaining the integrity of the Book? Sure the verses stayed the same for a thousand years...big fucking whoop. If I can change the meaning or the interpretation of the verse at the drop of a dime, or whenever I see it'll benefit my position of authority among a nation full of repressed and sun baked loons pretending to protect the heritage of something...how long before we DO have a new version of the book? Even if we don't...how can we keep telling other religions off for changing their scriptures when infact our adherence to our own is so damn shoddy? Damn it, now NO ONE'S gonna take Muslims seriously. Atleast when they thought we're all terrorists we instilled some serious FEAR in their hearts. Now what? We're finding LOOPHOLES around the 'no sex before marriage' clause?! Is there even a fucking POINT to sinning anymore?


We fast because people DIED of hunger in a hot dry desert trying to preserve a new way of life. Probably the SHITTIEST fucking way to go next to being set on fire (God bless victims of witch hunts). They survived on dates and half a glass of water a day. Today...we party the HELL out of iftari time don't we? We're literally tossing half eaten samosas out the window. We got so much food around. No sense of desperation or hopelessness. We're taking showers...sitting in air conditioned offices...

Here's how I see it. The same book they completely disregarded when they introduced this new Saudi law, kinda tells us this is going to happen. Everyone is gonna be Muslim, but very few will even know what that means, yada yada. Flipping through...your truth sayers will be considered evil and the people you consider pious and honest will be just the opposite...yada...no one will be following the true word yada yada....


SO! Seems logical to say we're all part of a prophecy. Doesn't that mean we kind of NEED people to keep getting more and more immoral? Say I strap a bomb to my chest and hold 18 people hostage and force them to find God. That's wrong. So I blow myself up in the name of religion to destroy a group of people my own God told me will be infecting the planet like INSECTS apparently (though I think that's quite a racist comment...bugs are just tryin' ta get by, yknow?)...in an attempt to force or scare these same people back to something they can never be because God's the one saying EVERYONE will eventually be LIKE them. But doesn't that mean I'm literally singlehandedly (I say literally because that single hand you use to press the button on a vest bomb is usually the only thing that survives the blast) going against prophecies written in the same book I'm trying to promote? Do I go to heaven? Do I go to hell? Call 'em whatever you want...heathens...infidels...non believers...kaafirs...liberals...hippies...drummers...MIMES...*shudder*...if they're a part of the book's prophecies...killing them is kind of challenging God's word on their existence in the first place isn't it? How do terrorists seem to miss this one MAJOR flaw in their plan?

Oh, right...because terrorists are the simplest and most effective way to destroy the notion of a religion which scared other authorities so much that in order to get it accepted again and to protect it's so called future...Saudis are now allowed to fuck anyone they want.

So...I guess the terrorists DID win...they're fighting for a people who are so shit scared of 'em THEMSELVES, they're changing the damn rules and the prophecy finds its way to coming true yet again. What a genius, this God guy. I'm like the HUGEST fan of His work. Believe it.

But our historical differences will always remain unfaltered...no matter how hard we try. Just when brown people wanna impress white people by passing liberal laws in the birthplace of their sometimes quite STRICT religion...a French prime minister almost passes a law making it illegal for women to wear a headscarf. That's right...a country that says we give our people all the liberties they might want, from making out in the streets to avoiding world wars to not shaving their legs...is taking away a woman's FREEDOM to wear a headscarf if she wants to. We're NOT going to get along...EVER...but at least I'm not delusional about it. Yes...I'm not a religious man...and yes...most European countries are considered forward and open minded...but I have no doubts that in actual fact it's ok to call them perverse godless mongrels since they wouldn't give a shit anyway. It's just a damn crusade. Live your life the best you can. And stop believing every source you're so dependant on will you?

I don't know...maybe it IS ok to believe in men more than one believes in God like most people today. We should all pick one type of human to worship instead.

If we get to do that I know who I'm picking. That guy I like to call, "The Thread Killer". We've all seen this person. He's the one who makes a comment on any on going discussion thread anywhere in the world, which is so LAME that no one ever speaks on that thread again. The reasons can range from being off topic, to making a selfish remark, to insulting or offending another person, to even just having a face that no one wants to respond to. No matter what the reason, one thing is for certain. It's almost ALWAYS a socially unacceptable one. And THAT'S why I believe in that guy. Anyone who takes a bullet to remind us how far too far really IS...is alright in my book. He just prepares us for a time when entire laws will be passed making it okay to say that shit to begin with. He's secular...focuses on the greater good in the world and perhaps it's future instead of the hereafter, which is why he states whatever is on his mind...and loves people above anything else which is why he's so quick to diss them on their immoral behaviour. He's a forward thinker.

Or is that a kaafir?

Which is like saying I'm a lesbian because I'm sexually attracted to women, not into sex with guys and have breasts.

Ramadan Mubarak everybody.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Things That Are Wrong



Chapter 22.

Changes In Tune





Dreams.

Dreams are God's way of telling us to wake up.

I've realised way too many people make statements ending with the words "you know?", you know? And often enough, you really don't.

"So since my uncle grabbed my ass when I was twelve, I obviously understood how to stop relying on family for personal issues since they were where those issues were originating from in the first place, you know?"

Uhhh...no. I don't know. You see I...quite enjoyed my uncle grabbing my ass, you weirdo.

Some people will say anything to get noticed. Others are nice enough to restrict it to their blogs. People lie to make their lives sound more interesting than they really are, and somehow we've become ok with that over the years.

How do we seriously swallow (and not the GOOD kind of swallowing) some of the absolute tripe our own friends tell us when we weren't even there to see it happen? Trust? Like you trust the news?

We need to start looking at things that are wrong with ourselves. And I mean REALLY look. Just...borderline self LOATHING, but not quite. See in my opinion, it can actually be a very healthy thing to know full well what your flaws are. One advantage definitely being beating others to the punch when they're about to point one of them out. Don't give them the satisfaction I say. They get enough of that from going to expensive coffee shops with their laptops pretending to relax while struggling with the (Insert current favourite American TV series here) catch phrase of the day to remind themselves why they hang out with each other in the first place.

They belong to a group.

I'm the guy who really doesn't quote fictional characters from "How I Met Your Mother." I have few friends because of it.

Yes, we live in a world where even FICTION can be used badly in the wrong hands. For instance, love. Directly proportional in amount to the number of things you buy your loved one on dates that apparently matter, i.e: birthdays, anniversaries, Valentine's Day etc. Love is a fictitious luxury that only the rich can afford but only the poor know the value of. And if you don't believe in all of it, you're an outcast (also known as an asshole). Maybe you'd be a visionary if it was 2000 years ago. But times change, and eventually, the machine wins.

Personally? I don't understand how you don't find it absolutely refreshing to run into someone who has a completely conflicting opinion on things to your own. Makes me one step closer to realising how small a chance there is of another ME hanging around somewhere in this world.

Which is only something I fear to encounter because running into another Faraz Lodhi - the two of us being totally full of ourselves - I wouldn't know:

A.) Who to agree with more than the other.
B.) If all those years of theatre really DID turn me into a flaming homosexual because my first instinct would be to make out with myself. You sexy beast, you.

Though I seriously doubt EITHER of us would call the next day. Because there are some things you just KNOW.

Like those few channel numbers you remember on your tv set because your cable operator keeps changing frequencies so often you don't bother setting them to preference. You just commit those few channels you know don't totally suck ass to memory and keep punching the numbers on the remote to move between them.I agree that TV is better than real life. Atleast you get to change the channel every now and again. But the closest real life gets to television is when you're on one of your favourite channels and some totally LAME movie is playing, so you think "Let my try 18 next, I'm sure there'll be something good on it". Only to realise you were already ON channel 18, you know...the one playing the piece of CRAP flick you have to sit through before things get any better or worse. Much like life.


Yes, friends, learn when it's ok to distant yourself from the shitty things around you to be able to breathe for a second and know how horrible a person you really are. How are you going to learn anything if the only people you talk to are your friends and lovers? They're just sorry souls who feel lucky to have YOU around. Everything's different when viewed or heard from a distance. The perception changes, just like when a car loudly blaring a Bombay Vikings song changes in tune when it gets far enough. The song remains the same, but somehow the note it's being played in goes lower or higher, does it not? I imagine it's because only SOME of the vibrations made by the stereo are actually reaching you now. Unfortunately, the car has to be WAY far before the song begins to sound at all bearable. And how is a story any different?

I'm sick of people. They're overrated. Here's why I say I'm ahead of my time. Because I live the way your descendants will. Alone. Indoors. Paranoid. They way God intended. Completely dependent on man made items so that soon we won't even need to leave the apartment anymore. There will be a few spots left on the globe they'll turn into tourist attractions where only the filthy rich can visit on weekends. The rest of it will we war torn, burnt, uninhabitable or too dangerous to hang around as they'll have you believe through the information getting pumped into your homes via devices that would make an iTouch look like a 3rd grader's attempt at a science project.

Because by then, a 3rd grader will most likely be able to create an iTouch anyway.


It's becoming so easy to control human life. What it believes to be truth. What it considers fun. What it considers entertainment. What's allowed, and what isn't.

What was the point again? Ah yes. Self hatred. Get on board. Whatever you're doing with your life...it's not good enough. It's affecting nothing but your own self interest. Listening to WE ARE THE WORLD is a hypocritical act if you don't take the time out to help a stranger in your day. You're told to fear your neighbour because if you start helping each other, there goes another security guard company led by some corrupt ex military asshole to loss of clientele.

And you don't really think they'll let it happen...or that you have any control over their decision in that matter, do you?

We can all be better people than we are. We just have to stand for something. I know it's damn tempting to come on tv and sit on a couch across from some chick whose main claim to fame is being married to the bassist from Junoon, and say you don't care what people think, if you don't like someone, you're totally vocal about it right in their face. But try to remember the last time you told someone you didn't want to be around them anymore when it WASN'T affecting your pathetic financial situation. It's easy to tell a guy who chews pan and speaks like a mela that you hate his guts when he isn't offering you a gig in a Telenor ad worth 3 lakhs.

What's difficult is what I do. Have a spine and stick to your morals despite the outcome.

We work for criminals. All of us. If not directly, I'm positive the guy YOU work for, TOTALLY works for one. But as long as they keep wearing their white shirts and black ties and secure their bad habits behind locked doors, its ok. I guess if you don't find out about it, it never really happened.

It takes one explosion, 13 killed and a confession beaten out of a man belonging to some so called terrorist group to warp your entire reality. I can't believe I live on the same planet as such a weak and ignorant species. Even animals know more than we do. We've never seen how they behave when we don't have a camera shoved in their face.

In fact the same goes for men.

I wish I was strong enough to keep things inside though. That takes serious strength. Pretending to be role models for people we THINK are living their daily lives based on the actions of their heroes. It does nothing but soften these already pudding headed bastards lining the streets of this city like maggots on a corpse.

Reality. It's the key to healthy living. And not the kind of reality that's followed by the word TV to make for some of the most watched programming in the world today. Let me tell you something (like that's not what I've been doing so far), true reality doesn't MAKE it to television. A human being's behaviour immediately changes when they know more than the 3 people in the room at the time are going to be seeing it. Everyone's a fucking star today. Was a time once when it required skill, artistry, a command over certain entertaining traits and something downright SPECIAL to be one.

Now it requires a lack of shame and morality...and the ability to do ANYTHING for a piece of printed paper with some dude's face on it whose name you can't even remember.

Your vices are the FIRST thing a stranger should know about you.

Your so called virtues, the last. If he or she should happen to be forgiving enough to still wanna find out more about you once they learn you're a man who prefers to be drunk by 12:30 in the afternoon because you like to get it out of the way.

You know?

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Because Jackson Dies


Chapter 21.

What The News Is




Michael Jackson's dying. Enough people gather outside that hospital they're showing on tv, he really will. I was watching when there were four people outside that hospital. News travels fast. Over 400 people now. Death is pop news.

Michael Jackson's leaving us. A huge pop star of the eighties and the nineties.

Something evil is happening in Iran.

I like to think he's just leaving us. Like Tupac.

Internet services in various spots on the globe crash, disabling interaction in key places around the world. Must be high bandwith causing an overload. That's what they're saying. Must be true.

Why shouldn't there be high bandwith? Michael Jackson's dying.

No pictures from the prime of the pop star. Just videos. Pictures, he's all white and weird. He looks like a mad man who has his own island. It was time to leave. Gave great music...but something evil is happening in Iran.

Confirmed now. He's dead.

Keep watching very very carefully. No bodies. You won't see him. Not clearly. Not like Benazir Bhutto.

Ahan...

THAT could've been a sniper bullet even if she really IS dead. No autopsy. No way knowing.

Where can I get some news on Iran? Yes, news channels, you CAN break away to something else now. WORLD FOCUS?!

God bless the poor bastard...but I'm surprised the sunlight didn't kill him a decade ago. Man was BEGGING to be a story. But this...

They were ready to lose him. Got back most the money he took from their hands too...just sued him. Using his image as a mop to wipe up the blood from his career after they shot him with accusations. Dirty stinking Muslim convert.

I'm sorry the world cares about this more than anything else on Earth right now. Says great things about the man...but then again, he's only dead cuz' they needed a distraction.

6 hours of uninterrupted world focus on someone they used to love. They'll extend the life expectancy of this story by digging up new dirt on him. They'll piss on him and destroy him. A piece of my childhood. I remember. First pair of shoes I ever owned had his name written under them. Thought I could dance like him.

Turns out...no one could.

One good thing. Next few days we're gonna start re living his work. Such great songs. We'll get back to the horrible things happening in the world on Tuesday.

Power outages in the city. Some airheaded lovernotfighters believe even God cries because Jackson dies. A smart man knows they control the weather. Just an easy way to excuse themselves for not providing the power to communicate with our own neighbour.

Wonder if they'll hit his new faith some how. Taliban radicals didn't want a convicted pedophile and crotch grabbing stage whore to ruin the image of their God. Killed him. Kill them.

Should've seen it coming. World issues raising tensions. Need a straight six hour blackout from everything going on in the world. Should be enough time to get in and execute deadly changes. Changes that prevent real change from taking place. World will be the same tomorrow...thanks to the window of ignorance created round the world.

Five hours after announcing his heart failure, they're still on trying to find Michael Jackson's cause of death. Doesn't make sense. That's the seventeenth time someone's told the one paragraph story of his rush to the hospital. Why don't they switch to something else till they learn some new fact? He passed out, reached the hospital, announced dead.

Bah. They tell us what the news is. You don't decide. THEY do. Now watch till it makes you sick with wonder what the hell else is going on. Watch HEADLINES!! A bunch of idiots go on about how good he was!! Family members. Friends. Fans. Like they'll ever know the bond I had with him as a child wearing nothing but shades and dancing to BAD.

Didn't need Michael Jackson anymore. That Barack Obama's dancing all their slave dances now. He's a real hit at those correspondence dinners for the press. Real, FUNNY guy. Wonder who Chappelle's writing for these days.

They don't need the services of one of the greatest voices in the history of entertainment. Now he's just a monkey fucker.

Remember him for his great music. He didn't fuck kids in the ass. But move on and focus now.

They killed the poor bastard and told you it wasn't them.

I'm praying for him.

And the blind sheep that follow his death and make it the biggest thing at the breakfast table in an hour.

Rest in peace, titan. Welcome home.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Bloody Flags and Fake Promises



Chapter 20
.

To Fulfill Prophecies




Wanna hear something funny? Tough. So do I, but it seems everytime I turn on the television or go online, someone's figured out something new before I had a chance to dream it up and predict it was going to happen anyway. Usually I just go into a mad paranoid state of mind and watch the news, especially the little scroller thingies most people tend to ignore at the bottom of the screen. That's where all the juice is.

So here's what's happening. The ruler of the most powerful nation on Earth (or atleast they kept telling you in their movies since the 40's till you actually ended up believing it) has changed the colour of his skin but his kin remains the same. You may call it the best way to shut their entire public up for atleast another four years, but I call making a black man president an even more backward step than most ignorant white people care to draw attention to. Isn't it a very crude form of reverse racism when you call it progress just because a BLACK man runs the country now instead of perhaps an ABLE one?

These next four years are going to see the worst off record wars being fought between nations we've ever had the chance to NOT know about. None of the hands ruling this planet are going to let the world forget another 50 years from now what happened the last time they let a Democrat win the US election. Either that, or they'll just change whatever it was that a democratic party stood for in terms of values over the past 30 years. I suppose people have to find some sort of solace in the fact that they chose their president through a systematic fair voting system, forgetting that the final two contenders were chosen BY corrupt hands in the first place.

I've never seen a campaign spent on the way this lavish Obama Drama was treated. Just another reason to get out of the house and hold hands, convincing yourself you're contributing to history. Did anyone really think he wasn't going to be sitting in that chair today? They grilled him for his first hundred days. Can't remember if they treated Bush the same way, but expecting the ROOKIE to make visible "YES WE CAN" changes to the disaster his predecessors left behind in a mere 3 and a half months is asking a bit much even for the Americans. Guess the best they want to remember from this so called change is the day thousands of them stood in the same spot to see history being made. Almost like you truly believe your entire history isn't being shaped even now in a small room by a man with a pen, a vivid imagination and a lot of ideas involving the deaths of millions of people he'll never have to run into personally.


If great people have always come along and evidently CHANGED history...why does it keep repeating itself?


Jay Leno cracked a joke on his show recently. Forgetting what it was now, I remember focusing on the crowd's reaction at the time. They stifled their laughter. The joke was on ex president Bush, and it turns out they don't feel like laughing at him anymore. Atrocities committed by the States globally under his reign are yesterday's news. Let's poke fun at the Afro. He's the one who has to take the blame for the blindness of his people for the next four years. Sometimes I think that's the only reason democratic nations even exist anymore. The public likes choosing one person to be the face of all their actions and opinions as a people. That way, even if the whole world hates you, you know it's because of the guy in the chair, and eventually he'll move off as well.


And now, Pakistan. Proud owner of a regular slot on the Daily Show with Jon Stewart. I guess the most intelligent way to let a Jewish man use the media to decide what global issues are truly important WOULD be to have that man be a self confessed agnostic. Too bad all the pundits disappear conveniently for Thanksgiving when Israel starts bombing Palestine. But THIS must be the big story. Out of control radicals may have access to nuclear missiles in PK. Suddenly nothing bad seems to be happening anywhere but here. I realise this as a woman dressed in a suit on CNN keeps a very lighthearted tone in her voice as she's taught to during pieces on hope and inspiration and things like a 6 year old girl showing signs of becoming the next Da Vinci with her watercolour set. Only this time she uses the same voice to tell us about two men in Greece (another European country where apparently bad things haven't happened since Caesar) who escaped a maximum security penetentiary for the second time like those bald dudes from PRISON BREAK. I guess it's heartwarming when a couple of Europeans challenge authority and break the system, even if they ARE convicted felons.

Guess it isn't ok when a terrorist-skinned group of Pakistanis deny accusations that they're in cahoots with Al Qaeda. It's a damn life sentence.

We're being asked, very steadily, to start putting all our faith in science now. Smarter countries do it subtly. A crop circle here, an unexplained broken wind turbine there. Again...AAJ TV in Pakistan tries to do the same thing and they instantly lose their credibility as a news channel forever in our eyes. They report a 4 inch tall alien life form that was pelted to death by 6 year old Punjabi hands. An autopsy WAS going to be performed on this marvel discovery, but conveniently, the bomb blast in Lahore seemed to take away every single surgeon's attention away from proof of alien life. Had AAJ not completely made that crap up, a single slice from a scalpel would tell us that the 4 inch item on the screen was a rubber doll someone had set on fire.

Sadly...when that UFO DOES appear, you'll all fall for it easier than I fall for gorgeous women who can sing.

It's the way of the future, people. Now we have the fossil of a monkey man with a huge tail finally proving that we did infact descend from simians. Guess we were ready for it. If only Darwin was alive to see the same fossil people he never believed existed actually placed in some shoddy place within Germany to begin with. Now it should start becoming a little easier to come to grips with the new belief system. Where man becomes the new God. Just far enough to reach the point where he's ABOUT to create matter from non matter, and then the Big Guy pulls the plug. It's probably smarter to have only one God around anyway. Less confusion that way. Fewer options to fight for power.


I once walked into a bank to cash a cheque. Yes, really, just once. Where standing in line, a backward thinking Maulvi type dude had the audacity to tell me it's buggered to be wearing shorts. I would immediately have gone into a conversation about how these are known as '3 quarters' to anyone not ignorant enough to have a bank account in a place that offers interest, but I realised his intention was not to set me straight, but to either pass the time till his turn came up the only way he knew how...OR...to use me as a vector to go off onto some little temporary recruitment run where the rules state that if you manage to gather enough people into a circle of useless apes just listening to you rant about what you believe is right or wrong, you win. I told him politely that he wasn't winning any wars in this life or gaining a nice spot in the next one by saying what he was saying. I told him perhaps it's an alien concept to some, but many people in this world prefer to be considered spiritually closer to whats inside their hearts and souls instead of the length of their beards and the strength of their over excessively used non alcoholic fragrances.


Fighting ignorance with ignorance, I rudely told him that one of the signs of the Day of Judgement as foretold by his own religious scriptures, is that men will openly lay with other men, and the dreaded first step is staring at a man's legs, so he should fucking quit it. Since really, there's so many better things to be doing in line at a bank.

Like finding a woman behind some desk and staring at HER legs.

It's not ok. It's not ok and it sure as hell isn't fair that a man who prays so religiously and damn near VIOLENTLY that his head has a spot of dead fuckin' skin in the center, gets to tell me I'm doing things wrong when I'm the one who bows my head down in respect of women and he keeps on staring at some chick in sleeveless clothes (which is an EVENT to some of these cretins) because he knows he can catch the Maghrib shuttle to God's bosom later that evening, and everything will be ok again.

It's not fair that these corrupt bastards have given themselves a convenient way out of all the mess they get themselves into by praying one damn holy night in the year and immediately starting the rape and pillaging of entire nations and communities and people the next day, as long as they make sure they speak God's name right before the bullet hits em'. They hide behind long beards and white clothes like a fat man wears a black shirt to make sure no one notices his armpit stains, only to have em' dry off hours later and leave that wierd white saltish looking shit behind. The kind you take a look at, and suddenly feel saliva gushing into your mouth like someone opened a damn faucet in your throat before you're about to vomit.


Funny how some of these people are so backward, they're closer to being naked than the ones wearing 3 quarters to beat the heat. Its where one of our oh so many problems lie. As Pakistanis, no one has a damn thing to do in this country anymore except pick at other people. Everyone in this country is out to save souls. None of them starting with their own. Well, these would be God lovers aren't going to take me down to hell WITH them. They're better off spending time BELIEVING in him instead of BECOMING him if you ask me.


Aah swine flu. Was there ever a more opportune time to create an epidemic that fully supports Muslim philosophy in order to get more mileage out of the fear created by it? It's like the biohazardous equivalent of rumours that Neil Armstrong heard the sound of Islamic prayers when he landed on the moon. Oh, fuck off. My God these people get so orgasmic thinking about the Creator, a few well placed words and it's easier than ANYTHING to control them.

Lying's become so easy now. We have more than a million displaced people from a made up war that's killed fewer soldiers on both sides than civilians caught in the middle. Problem is that more people outside the borders care about these refugees than you or I do. Sure we talk about how these fanatics are making this country a hell hole, sure we post out opinions about the lack of basic human rights in this country up on a useless blog that no one reads, but everytime we look at them and say this is what we're headed towards if we for instance move to Shariah law, we take a step backwards ourselves. Too scared of letting go of all our modern luxuries. Apparently, as the song would suggest...I want my fucking MTV.


A man who could've switched places with another one atleast 5 times by now, claims to be the leader of these Islamic radicals. Baitullah Mehsud. Sounds like something a talentless J R R Tolkien fan coughed up. Security demands that he never show his face on camera, which makes him even harder to find than that Bin Laden guy we're forgetting about since his reign of terror was harsher during another era. Current events worldwide are like a badly written tv series...the season changes...and they remove old characters to make room for new ones. The good guys change and so do the bad guys. But the viewers stay just as loyal as they ever have been, long as the special effects in the next season promise to go UP a notch.


Masses destroy this planet. Not the corrupt people leading them. It's sad but true. Masses have the ability to overthrow their leaders and change the face of the Earth in a fucking week. The unfortunate thing?

They need to come together as brothers and sisters. And that ain't happenin' because as soon as somebody up top sees their people being hospitable to another race, they'll start a psychological war by bombing an embassy somewhere using a terrorist of the same skin tone. Partially also because SISTER in most underdeveloped parts of this country is just a six letter word. The meaning of which is highly debated by men who live in villages and just aren't attracted to their pets anymore.

It's all around us. But instead of shrugging it off when we see a beautiful piece on some Mexican family's struggle, we actually get suckered into focusing on how Mexican people are really nice, instead of focusing on why they're suddenly being shown the kind of tolerance no one cared to show em' 2 decades ago. It's just not their time to be under the heel anymore. It's us for a while. And NO one seems to care.


Artists should probably lead the world. But they'll never fight for power, and people only come together under bloody flags and fake promises. Hence current ruling powers around the globe. They use people's own aggression against them. Agression caused by the same rulers that create financial crises, famine, war, disease, and crime with the push of a button or the signing of a paper. Everytime the world shows signs of coming together and working with or for one another, the guys on top smash everything to bits using techniques now probably over 20 thousand years old. Empires have always gained strength through the desperation of the people belonging to them, and there's no reason it should ever change. We're just smaller criminals led by bigger ones. Each time we take the crap we see on tv at face value without delving into it's meaning more seriously keeping past centuries or coming ones in mind, we pound one more nail into the coffin we're burying this planet in.


We're overdue on another world war too. They'll tell you made up facts for so long that by the time the first nuke is launched, you'll believe it was YOUR decision to have launched it. They don't need to justify their actions when their puppets will do it FOR them. In my opinion, it's easier to fulfill prophecies that HAVE been written down in holy books...that way the people who believe in these things (making up most of the world's population) will be MORE than ready to accept even the most horrible of things happening. Whereas in a progressive civilised society some things should never be allowed to happen, the one WE live in will resort to the age old "Allah Maalik Hai" theorem as a means to comfort themselves long enough to just ignore everything.


Faith. It kills man's only reason to think rationally about the problems in the world around him.


For the past 2 years...the National Geographic and the Animal Planet seem to keep hinting that many species of animals like elephants and apes which have always been known to behave rather peacefully, suddenly seem to be going a little berserk. Now I'm not sure...but it seems to me the beginnings of trying to make man come to grips with yet another evil we intend to indulge ourselves in over the next 40 years...taking over their land. I'm supposed to be scared of elephants now because it'll make it easier for me to justify killing most of em' when this vile creature known as the human being fucks its way into a population explosion the likes we've never seen. I'll take a shot. "The Wildlife Rehabilitation Act"?

If you're an animal rights activists today, be warned. You keep showing love for these fuckers much longer, you're treacherous terrorists tomorrow.

Better start asking yourself this question. When's the last time you saw a bit of news on the television which DIDN'T make you think, "Ah, I KNEW this was going to happen."


Wanna know why you knew? Because the men and women controlling the history of the world don't need to try so hard any more. Hollywood has made most things easy to believe now. So if you hear about a comet headed our way tomorrow, don't panic, it's just population control. I don't believe anything I see anymore. You'd best do the same.


As for me? I sit at home trying to make something of my own life, because I'm learning to be just as selfish as the rest of mankind. Baby steps. And even though OUTSIDE the home is probably the best place to start, I just don't think I'm mentally prepared to be the pacifist I've been all these years anymore. I find myself wanting to say things to that guy with the leg fetish at the bank that he's not ready to hear regarding his approach to his beliefs. I need some time to come to grips with the fact that before 2013, this world is going to see things that'll shock many, but surprise very few. Instead I guess I also find myself wishing I believed in statistics strongly enough to fill these writings with what people refer to as FACTS. I've always been an airheaded spiritual clown that way. You shouldn't even bother reading this...no one else is. Not apart from people in the research department at the headquarters of some super secret society whose job is to primarily read up on people's predictions and make sure global events unravel in a completely contrary way. I believe they exist. So strongly that I type whack shit most of the time in the mere hope they'll go the opposite route of what I say and accidentally create world peace.


Lodhi ONE. Illuminati ZERO.