I saw off another friend of mine to the airport today...
It is still snowing in the town,
A mesmerizing image of whiteness
Whirling flakes doodling the air
In a hectic dance of lightness
I envy them and close my eyes
And think how much I hate the planes
The ones that take away my friends
While I am rocking on a train
My ears loving music notes
My eyes still shut to see the dark
And people drawn in their thoughts
Those mean, abusive eating sharks
I’m giving up myself to them –
My sharky thoughts as well, and see
An oozing heart that dripping blood
To paint my velvet reverie
The gently rocking train again
Reminds me my enormous hate
Towards the iron-hearted planes
That don’t unite but separate.
Heathrow-Wood Green
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Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Saturday, February 26, 2005
A Wish
I need some changes
To bloom as a flower in March
Surrounding the cages
And turning them into gardens
Do you think it's too much
To bloom as a flower in March?..
I need some leaf whispers
To fuse with a nightingale's song
I want the yellow to get dispersed
And the green to penetrate my being
Do you think it is wrong
To fuse with a nightingale's song?..
I need to build up a chapel
To whisper my nonsense
And pray to an apple
Fallen into my palm
Is it making a sense
To whisper my nonsense?..
To bloom as a flower in March
Surrounding the cages
And turning them into gardens
Do you think it's too much
To bloom as a flower in March?..
I need some leaf whispers
To fuse with a nightingale's song
I want the yellow to get dispersed
And the green to penetrate my being
Do you think it is wrong
To fuse with a nightingale's song?..
I need to build up a chapel
To whisper my nonsense
And pray to an apple
Fallen into my palm
Is it making a sense
To whisper my nonsense?..
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
"One Roof with Two Weathers" a Persian saying
Over 400 people killed in an earthquake in Zarand, Iran and we have managed to forget it so quickly. It took us just 24 hours to send those terrifying images of dead bodies to oblivion and go back to our favourite theme of Bush and his adventures. Now in Europe: “The United States and Germany say they have agreed to put their differences behind them, ending many months of sometimes bitter disagreement stemming from their row over Iraq”...
Why am I saying that now, after 24 hours? The same picture was even yesterday; on the day the quake shook Iran and absorbed the country into sorrow again; over a year after the demonic Bam quake with over 32 000 dead.
All the Western networks preferred to follow Bush in Europe, step by step, and tell us what sort of new poisonous nonsense he was spreading around and what he was chatting about with his European “allies” behind a glass of so terribly hated French Chardonnay in an “old European” hotel conference hall surrounded by his disloyal European friends trying to call on their previous loyalty to America again… “Guys, I’m tired being lonely. Please don’t be cross with me anymore and get back. My burden is getting too heavy now…” Pathetic call to America’s only powerful “friends”.
That was more important than Iranian deaths thousands of miles away. Of course, dude! They were not precious American or European lives. They were just Iranians! How many? Over 400? So what? It doesn’t matter how many of them have died, but it does matter who has died, of what nationality. If they would have been the first class citizens of the globe, we could have witnessed a three day mourning even in the Far East and even further on the Moon, if an astronaut happened to find himself there on that day… But they were just few hundred of Iranian lives not worthy to mention at the beginning of news slots. That would upset first class citizens’ moods in God-chosen countries. Let them live their happy lives. They deserve it.
Who would dare to remind me equilibrium and equality in the world now? How long we could be fed with this sort of garbage idealism that has no basis in the real world?
Why am I saying that now, after 24 hours? The same picture was even yesterday; on the day the quake shook Iran and absorbed the country into sorrow again; over a year after the demonic Bam quake with over 32 000 dead.
All the Western networks preferred to follow Bush in Europe, step by step, and tell us what sort of new poisonous nonsense he was spreading around and what he was chatting about with his European “allies” behind a glass of so terribly hated French Chardonnay in an “old European” hotel conference hall surrounded by his disloyal European friends trying to call on their previous loyalty to America again… “Guys, I’m tired being lonely. Please don’t be cross with me anymore and get back. My burden is getting too heavy now…” Pathetic call to America’s only powerful “friends”.
That was more important than Iranian deaths thousands of miles away. Of course, dude! They were not precious American or European lives. They were just Iranians! How many? Over 400? So what? It doesn’t matter how many of them have died, but it does matter who has died, of what nationality. If they would have been the first class citizens of the globe, we could have witnessed a three day mourning even in the Far East and even further on the Moon, if an astronaut happened to find himself there on that day… But they were just few hundred of Iranian lives not worthy to mention at the beginning of news slots. That would upset first class citizens’ moods in God-chosen countries. Let them live their happy lives. They deserve it.
Who would dare to remind me equilibrium and equality in the world now? How long we could be fed with this sort of garbage idealism that has no basis in the real world?
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Meet Me
Hello,
I’m ambiversion
Curious as an ant
The meaning of “subversion”
Subverted on demand
Hello,
I’m ambivalent
As Gemini’s designed
Don’t look in me for a talent
To be a Leo-signed
Hello,
I am amphibic
Not able to be settled
But mockery and mimic
Can push me to a melt…
I’m ambiversion
Curious as an ant
The meaning of “subversion”
Subverted on demand
Hello,
I’m ambivalent
As Gemini’s designed
Don’t look in me for a talent
To be a Leo-signed
Hello,
I am amphibic
Not able to be settled
But mockery and mimic
Can push me to a melt…
Sadhu
Fresh start as a sadhu
Lost in my thoughts and blind to everything
No need for a guru
No need for a mouth
It doesn’t have to eat
It doesn’t have to speak
I want to climb a peak
As far as one could not imagine
No need for a guru
No need for my ears
Cuz don’t they have to listen
They don’t have to be seen
I will forget the meanings
I will forget all words I’ve learnt
No need for a guru
No need for my eyes
Nothing to have a look at
They don’t have to be looked at
Fresh start as a sadhu…
Lost in my thoughts and blind to everything
No need for a guru
No need for a mouth
It doesn’t have to eat
It doesn’t have to speak
I want to climb a peak
As far as one could not imagine
No need for a guru
No need for my ears
Cuz don’t they have to listen
They don’t have to be seen
I will forget the meanings
I will forget all words I’ve learnt
No need for a guru
No need for my eyes
Nothing to have a look at
They don’t have to be looked at
Fresh start as a sadhu…
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Friday, January 21, 2005
Could You Be Happy If You'd Wish?
Is it possible to keep oneself happy all the time?
Yes, if you would depend on yourself only.
No, because you never depend on yourself only...
When you come home and see your bird soaked in sorrow and drenched in apathy, while her eyes look at you, but don't see you penetrating your image by the heavy grief of her dazzling eyes, you feel like an empty place with your stupid smile evaporating in air and your silly playing eyes X-rayed by stronger pair of eyes and infected by them...
When you try to piece together few lines in your work-absorbed sporadic mind to recite an ode for her to inspire her for a beatiful song and instead you see the sorrow melting and pouring down from her crystal eyes pushed by the power of a loud heart-breaking Requiem, you forget the purpose of odes altogether...
When she leaves you with your annoying laptop resting on your aching laps and flies back to her cage to rest (from sorrow), you feel like nothing else but following her, confining yourself in her cage and sharing her sorrow and getting more and more infected and feeling the suffocating power of her grief with no words. As if body language does not mean any motion to be heard or read by the one beside. As if body breathing is a way of talking to each other and exchanging the feelings between each other too. The strongest feeling of the bodies will prevail. In this case the bird's body breathes stronger and makes you breathe slower and feel nerdy, not able to prove your reason to keep happy...
To see the light at the end of the tunnel, I need to find the tunnel first. It seems I can see it already... I gotta take my bird with me to see it together!
Yes, if you would depend on yourself only.
No, because you never depend on yourself only...
When you come home and see your bird soaked in sorrow and drenched in apathy, while her eyes look at you, but don't see you penetrating your image by the heavy grief of her dazzling eyes, you feel like an empty place with your stupid smile evaporating in air and your silly playing eyes X-rayed by stronger pair of eyes and infected by them...
When you try to piece together few lines in your work-absorbed sporadic mind to recite an ode for her to inspire her for a beatiful song and instead you see the sorrow melting and pouring down from her crystal eyes pushed by the power of a loud heart-breaking Requiem, you forget the purpose of odes altogether...
When she leaves you with your annoying laptop resting on your aching laps and flies back to her cage to rest (from sorrow), you feel like nothing else but following her, confining yourself in her cage and sharing her sorrow and getting more and more infected and feeling the suffocating power of her grief with no words. As if body language does not mean any motion to be heard or read by the one beside. As if body breathing is a way of talking to each other and exchanging the feelings between each other too. The strongest feeling of the bodies will prevail. In this case the bird's body breathes stronger and makes you breathe slower and feel nerdy, not able to prove your reason to keep happy...
To see the light at the end of the tunnel, I need to find the tunnel first. It seems I can see it already... I gotta take my bird with me to see it together!
Sunday, January 16, 2005
American Fascism. Part 3
Hi again,
After defining wrong definitions of “democracy” and “republicanism” in “Republican Republic of the United States of America” let us see what the real self of the current political establishment in America may be called.
The present government of the US has based its principles of survival upon lies and misnomers by calling all its opponents within the country “unpatriotic forces” and outside the US – “terrorist groups and states”. Whoever dares to question America’s rightness is condemned to be included in the list of traitors and terrorists. For internal rogue groups and individuals there is one more word in American neo-conservative vocabulary: “liberal”. To them Liberalism is a danger threatening “the republic”.
While originally “liberal” has got the meaning of intellectually independent, broad-minded, magnanimous, frank, open, and genial and according to unbiased dictionaries “liberalism” is “a political theory founded on the natural goodness of humans and the autonomy of the individual and favouring civil and political liberties, government by law with the consent of the governed, and protection from arbitrary authority”
. In other words, liberals are anti-anarchists and supporters of civil and political liberties. Now we know why the US establishment confronts them.
1. We mentioned American lies, but the biggest one is obvious to everybody across the globe: the main excuse to attack on Iraq. The dangerous lethal weapons promised to be removed from Saddam’s disposal proved to be nothing more than a sheer lie. Weapons of Mass Destruction produced by America massively and distributed among its satellite states like Israel have not been discovered even by American survey groups in Iraq. They lied repeatedly and officially even at the General Assembly and some people alongside with a few governments trusted in American words and backed the destructive “pre-emptive measures” of Bush. Nevertheless, the campaign is bound to be known as an illegal one in history, since it did not enjoy the UN’s approval. America got bogged down in Iraq quagmire by means of Bush administration’s lies. This point indicates reactionary policy of the US government;
2. The US still suffers from different types of chauvinism. American chauvinism exhibited by white Americans against black ones is not a subject of the past yet. Arabs and Muslims together with the French have joined the club of “untouchables” who get touched a lot at the airports and on the streets due to their origins.
And there is another kind of chauvinism observed in the relationship between the rich and the poor in the country. An American journalist Charley Reece calls it “State chauvinism” and says: “This system has sucked both power and money away from the local and state governments, where they can be used most efficiently and democratically, to Washington, where the price of admission is a lot of money. We just experienced a presidential contest between millionaires financed by millionaires.”
3. Whoever doubts in imperialistic nature of the US political establishment has to apply for a medical check-up. American imperialism is something very vivid and striking and you ought to be blind not to notice it. All the current US-led wars are being done in the name and for the sake of American imperialism and its immense inexplicable expansionist lust. Just go to the link below to got shocked by a lengthy list of American imperialistic efforts to usurp the world’ control:
http://www.neravt.com/left/invade.htm
The current war is the latest proof of American imperialism as Michael Thorburn put it at an anti-war forum organized in Chicago by the Anti-Imperialist News Service on February 16, 2003: “This war is not about "eliminating weapons of mass destruction" or disarmament because it is U.S. imperialism itself which is militarizing the Persian Gulf and filling the region with nuclear weapons. The war is about U.S. imperialism imposing its military blackmail and domination throughout the Middle East.”
Thus, three points above could easily prove the existence of 3 elements in American politics: being reactionary, chauvinistic and imperialist.
Now let’s compare these points with the general characteristics of fascism by American experts:
“. Fascism is commonly defined as an open terror-based dictatorship which is:
• Reactionary: makes policy based upon current circumstances rather than creating policies to prevent problems; piles lies and misnomers on top of more lies until the truth becomes indistinguishable, revised or forgotten.
• Chauvinistic: Two or more tiered legal systems, varying rights based upon superficial characteristics such as race, creed and origin.
• Imperialist elements of finance capital: Extending a nation's authority by territorial acquisition or by the establishment of economic and political domination of one state over its allies.
Though a dictatorship is the most common association with fascism, a democracy or republic can also be fascist when it strays away from its Tenets of sovereignty. In the 20th Century, many Fascist countries started out as republics.”
And as our neo-conservative “friends” insist, The United States of America has started out as a republic too.
After defining wrong definitions of “democracy” and “republicanism” in “Republican Republic of the United States of America” let us see what the real self of the current political establishment in America may be called.
The present government of the US has based its principles of survival upon lies and misnomers by calling all its opponents within the country “unpatriotic forces” and outside the US – “terrorist groups and states”. Whoever dares to question America’s rightness is condemned to be included in the list of traitors and terrorists. For internal rogue groups and individuals there is one more word in American neo-conservative vocabulary: “liberal”. To them Liberalism is a danger threatening “the republic”.
While originally “liberal” has got the meaning of intellectually independent, broad-minded, magnanimous, frank, open, and genial and according to unbiased dictionaries “liberalism” is “a political theory founded on the natural goodness of humans and the autonomy of the individual and favouring civil and political liberties, government by law with the consent of the governed, and protection from arbitrary authority”
. In other words, liberals are anti-anarchists and supporters of civil and political liberties. Now we know why the US establishment confronts them.
1. We mentioned American lies, but the biggest one is obvious to everybody across the globe: the main excuse to attack on Iraq. The dangerous lethal weapons promised to be removed from Saddam’s disposal proved to be nothing more than a sheer lie. Weapons of Mass Destruction produced by America massively and distributed among its satellite states like Israel have not been discovered even by American survey groups in Iraq. They lied repeatedly and officially even at the General Assembly and some people alongside with a few governments trusted in American words and backed the destructive “pre-emptive measures” of Bush. Nevertheless, the campaign is bound to be known as an illegal one in history, since it did not enjoy the UN’s approval. America got bogged down in Iraq quagmire by means of Bush administration’s lies. This point indicates reactionary policy of the US government;
2. The US still suffers from different types of chauvinism. American chauvinism exhibited by white Americans against black ones is not a subject of the past yet. Arabs and Muslims together with the French have joined the club of “untouchables” who get touched a lot at the airports and on the streets due to their origins.
And there is another kind of chauvinism observed in the relationship between the rich and the poor in the country. An American journalist Charley Reece calls it “State chauvinism” and says: “This system has sucked both power and money away from the local and state governments, where they can be used most efficiently and democratically, to Washington, where the price of admission is a lot of money. We just experienced a presidential contest between millionaires financed by millionaires.”
3. Whoever doubts in imperialistic nature of the US political establishment has to apply for a medical check-up. American imperialism is something very vivid and striking and you ought to be blind not to notice it. All the current US-led wars are being done in the name and for the sake of American imperialism and its immense inexplicable expansionist lust. Just go to the link below to got shocked by a lengthy list of American imperialistic efforts to usurp the world’ control:
http://www.neravt.com/left/invade.htm
The current war is the latest proof of American imperialism as Michael Thorburn put it at an anti-war forum organized in Chicago by the Anti-Imperialist News Service on February 16, 2003: “This war is not about "eliminating weapons of mass destruction" or disarmament because it is U.S. imperialism itself which is militarizing the Persian Gulf and filling the region with nuclear weapons. The war is about U.S. imperialism imposing its military blackmail and domination throughout the Middle East.”
Thus, three points above could easily prove the existence of 3 elements in American politics: being reactionary, chauvinistic and imperialist.
Now let’s compare these points with the general characteristics of fascism by American experts:
“. Fascism is commonly defined as an open terror-based dictatorship which is:
• Reactionary: makes policy based upon current circumstances rather than creating policies to prevent problems; piles lies and misnomers on top of more lies until the truth becomes indistinguishable, revised or forgotten.
• Chauvinistic: Two or more tiered legal systems, varying rights based upon superficial characteristics such as race, creed and origin.
• Imperialist elements of finance capital: Extending a nation's authority by territorial acquisition or by the establishment of economic and political domination of one state over its allies.
Though a dictatorship is the most common association with fascism, a democracy or republic can also be fascist when it strays away from its Tenets of sovereignty. In the 20th Century, many Fascist countries started out as republics.”
And as our neo-conservative “friends” insist, The United States of America has started out as a republic too.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
American Fascism. Part 2
First of all, let us see what THEY mean by “democracy”.
Another US neo-conservative Harry Atwood’s definition of democracy is as follows:
“A government of the masses. Authority derived through mass meeting or any other form of "direct" expression. Results in mobocracy. Attitude toward property is communistic--negating property rights. Attitude toward law is that the will of the majority shall regulate, whether is be based upon deliberation or governed by passion, prejudice, and impulse, without restraint or regard to consequences. Results in demagoguism, license, agitation, discontent, anarchy”.
Of course, you can’t find this unique and weird description of democracy in any well-known dictionary, because it belongs to biased and illusive vision of neo-conservatives only.
Now, what do they mean by “a republic” they cherish so dearly?
We can notice it in a matt comparison of “democracy” and “a republic” by a desperate American neo-conservative:
“In a democracy, the majority rules either directly or through its elected representatives. As in a monarchy, the law is whatever the government determines it to be. Laws do not represent reason. They represent power. The restraint is upon the individual instead of government. Unlike that envisioned under a republican form of government, rights are seen as privileges and permissions that are granted by government and can be rescinded by government”.
Thus, if you believe him, democracy is a government’s Weapon of Mass Destruction and human rights are undermined by the government under democracy. While, I suppose, everybody knows what this ancient Greek word of demokratea means (just a reminder for conservatives: rule of people, people’s dominion).
And “respublica” has got a similar meaning. It is derived from two Latin words res (thing) and publica (public); it literally means 'the public thing(s)'. I think American neo-conservatives should have confronted the very idea of “a republic” for it sounds more communictic and semantically undermines “individual things”.
But in accordance with the most general definition, “a republic” is a political system in which the supreme power lies in a body of citizens who can elect people to represent them or a form of government whose head of state is not a monarch; "the head of state in a republic is usually a president".
Yet in America “a republic” is made of a mixture of elements from three other forms of government: monarchy, aristocracy and democracy: the Presidency is a substitute to the monarchical office; the Senate represents the aristocracy; and the House of Representatives represents the people – an element of democracy. Certainly we know how the latter represents democracy in America and the latest elections in the degrading empire proved our serious concerns about the course of democracy in America.
Actually, democracy is and has to be an element of a republic. Otherwise that neither would be democracy, nor should it be considered a republic. Both ideas would be betrayed. The exact scene we are witnessing in America these days. Even the founders of the republic in the US would be appalled by what their conservative progeny have done.
Thus, after sorting out this deliberate American confusion between two notions of “democracy” and “a republic”, I will come back in a while with my discovery of the real State American fascism which is still passing through its initial phases of formation.
Another US neo-conservative Harry Atwood’s definition of democracy is as follows:
“A government of the masses. Authority derived through mass meeting or any other form of "direct" expression. Results in mobocracy. Attitude toward property is communistic--negating property rights. Attitude toward law is that the will of the majority shall regulate, whether is be based upon deliberation or governed by passion, prejudice, and impulse, without restraint or regard to consequences. Results in demagoguism, license, agitation, discontent, anarchy”.
Of course, you can’t find this unique and weird description of democracy in any well-known dictionary, because it belongs to biased and illusive vision of neo-conservatives only.
Now, what do they mean by “a republic” they cherish so dearly?
We can notice it in a matt comparison of “democracy” and “a republic” by a desperate American neo-conservative:
“In a democracy, the majority rules either directly or through its elected representatives. As in a monarchy, the law is whatever the government determines it to be. Laws do not represent reason. They represent power. The restraint is upon the individual instead of government. Unlike that envisioned under a republican form of government, rights are seen as privileges and permissions that are granted by government and can be rescinded by government”.
Thus, if you believe him, democracy is a government’s Weapon of Mass Destruction and human rights are undermined by the government under democracy. While, I suppose, everybody knows what this ancient Greek word of demokratea means (just a reminder for conservatives: rule of people, people’s dominion).
And “respublica” has got a similar meaning. It is derived from two Latin words res (thing) and publica (public); it literally means 'the public thing(s)'. I think American neo-conservatives should have confronted the very idea of “a republic” for it sounds more communictic and semantically undermines “individual things”.
But in accordance with the most general definition, “a republic” is a political system in which the supreme power lies in a body of citizens who can elect people to represent them or a form of government whose head of state is not a monarch; "the head of state in a republic is usually a president".
Yet in America “a republic” is made of a mixture of elements from three other forms of government: monarchy, aristocracy and democracy: the Presidency is a substitute to the monarchical office; the Senate represents the aristocracy; and the House of Representatives represents the people – an element of democracy. Certainly we know how the latter represents democracy in America and the latest elections in the degrading empire proved our serious concerns about the course of democracy in America.
Actually, democracy is and has to be an element of a republic. Otherwise that neither would be democracy, nor should it be considered a republic. Both ideas would be betrayed. The exact scene we are witnessing in America these days. Even the founders of the republic in the US would be appalled by what their conservative progeny have done.
Thus, after sorting out this deliberate American confusion between two notions of “democracy” and “a republic”, I will come back in a while with my discovery of the real State American fascism which is still passing through its initial phases of formation.
American fascism. Part 1
I am stunned by a discovery which occurred during last few days.
Certainly, I knew and could feel the breeding of a new kind of fascism under a new name in the United States of America. However, I was not very certain about its complete coincidence and harmony with the general notion of “fascism” the world has witnessed in various countries with different appearances in different times.
Nowadays the German fascism is considered as the peak of this harmful and destructive ideology. We have to wait and see if American fascism will surpass its German counterpart and how.
There is a wrong perception of American democracy spread around the world by means of latest information technology and people even within the States do not realize the real stance of their own country in this issue and they believe that America is a democracy.
A fierce defender of American neo-conservatives (read neo-fascists) insists that America has never been a democratic country and he adds: “The word democracy appears nowhere in the Declaration of Independence or the Constitution -- two most fundamental documents of our nation. Instead of a democracy, the Constitution's Article IV, Section 4, guarantees "to every State in this Union a Republican Form of Government." Moreover, let's ask ourselves: Does our pledge of allegiance to the flag say to "the democracy for which it stands," or does it say to "the republic for which it stands"? Or do we sing "The Battle Hymn of the Democracy" or "The Battle Hymn of the Republic"?”
Of course I know how incoherent it sounds to the people who know what real democracy means and what is a republic. This political structure has been described by most of dictionaries as the political orientation of those who favour government by the people or by their elected representatives. The Internet Brainy Dictionary describes democracy even more clearly:
“Democracy: Government by popular representation; a form of government in which the supreme power is retained by the people, but is indirectly exercised through a system of representation and delegated authority periodically renewed; a constitutional representative government; a republic.”
According to the above description democracy is the same republic.
In my humble opinion, only politically-illiterate beings can compare democracy with a republic, since by “democracy” we mean ideological structure of a country, while “a republic” is the administrative structure of a government. Since a republic can be democratic at the same time and the history has seen many examples of this fusion. Because “democracy” and “republic” do not contradict each other. On the contrary, they improve and perfect each other by this cohesion.
But what has caused the American confusion between these two categorically different notions?
A good question for the second part of the posting.
Certainly, I knew and could feel the breeding of a new kind of fascism under a new name in the United States of America. However, I was not very certain about its complete coincidence and harmony with the general notion of “fascism” the world has witnessed in various countries with different appearances in different times.
Nowadays the German fascism is considered as the peak of this harmful and destructive ideology. We have to wait and see if American fascism will surpass its German counterpart and how.
There is a wrong perception of American democracy spread around the world by means of latest information technology and people even within the States do not realize the real stance of their own country in this issue and they believe that America is a democracy.
A fierce defender of American neo-conservatives (read neo-fascists) insists that America has never been a democratic country and he adds: “The word democracy appears nowhere in the Declaration of Independence or the Constitution -- two most fundamental documents of our nation. Instead of a democracy, the Constitution's Article IV, Section 4, guarantees "to every State in this Union a Republican Form of Government." Moreover, let's ask ourselves: Does our pledge of allegiance to the flag say to "the democracy for which it stands," or does it say to "the republic for which it stands"? Or do we sing "The Battle Hymn of the Democracy" or "The Battle Hymn of the Republic"?”
Of course I know how incoherent it sounds to the people who know what real democracy means and what is a republic. This political structure has been described by most of dictionaries as the political orientation of those who favour government by the people or by their elected representatives. The Internet Brainy Dictionary describes democracy even more clearly:
“Democracy: Government by popular representation; a form of government in which the supreme power is retained by the people, but is indirectly exercised through a system of representation and delegated authority periodically renewed; a constitutional representative government; a republic.”
According to the above description democracy is the same republic.
In my humble opinion, only politically-illiterate beings can compare democracy with a republic, since by “democracy” we mean ideological structure of a country, while “a republic” is the administrative structure of a government. Since a republic can be democratic at the same time and the history has seen many examples of this fusion. Because “democracy” and “republic” do not contradict each other. On the contrary, they improve and perfect each other by this cohesion.
But what has caused the American confusion between these two categorically different notions?
A good question for the second part of the posting.
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Triumph!
Where is Champaign to bottom it up!
The miserable bunch of American fascist neo-conservatives with Cracker as their chain-leader has been defeated by one person and that’s me – “little Quizzer”. Lol.
You can go to his blog (uncivilrights.blogspot.com) and see for yourselves how disgracefully they’ve been bashed, so that poor Cracker had to delete all my comments and ban me from his blog. You know the reason: he could not stand my democratic logic.
Tonight his keyboard was jumping on his lap, because he lost his nerves completely with my comments popping in each second after they’d been deleted by him. Then he had to permit only comments from team members – American fascist web gangsters.
Anyway I gave him some more opportunity to get stunned with few more comments from my end.
Look at one of his postings:
“Europeans believe each individual is a part of the State, and the State grants these individuals rights. Without the State, the individual is nothing. These two philosophies pit a true capitalistic republic society against a socialistic/communistic society. It is this basic difference why Europeans do not, nor cannot consider private donations as part of America’s overall generosity”.
My comment followed as below:
“I know how bitter it should be to be defeated, especially when that occurs in your own blog. Then you start deleting logical comments and leaving only stupid confirmations of your meaningless ideas left by your soldiers and poodles.
Nevertheless, I want to repeat for pinheads like you, Cracker, that there are 2 sectors in each society: state and private ones. Therefore, in all cases we should point out what belongs to the state and what is private. Europeans, as the true founders of democracy in the world, do not believe that each individual is a part of the State. They are not like some Americans who can sell their own selves to the State and got confused between 2 notions of Patriotism and poodleness.
And still when we look at the list of state donations, the richest nation (America) is not the first and it stands behind Japan. According to the list of private donations German Michael Schumacher is the most generous donor with his $ 10 m donation, not the richest person of the planet (American Bill Gates) with his £ 3 m.
That sounds quite logical. By deleting these comments you are revealing your dictator coward face, Cracker.
Cheers,
Q”
Another essay of stupidity by Cracker:
“Hillary Clinton had the gonads to say that we had much to learn from the election in Ukraine...let me repeat that...Senator CLinton said we had much to learn from the election in Ukraine. Is she implying someone should have spiked Kerry's brie with poison or something, or is she saying our election process is corrupt?”
It has been bashed by the next comment of mine:
“Cracker and the gang,
Let me tell you that Senator Clinton was absolutely right. Maybe your system is not as corrupt as in some other countries, however, your electoral system with that goddamn Electoral College institution is by no means democratic and you really have to dream of a similar electoral system as in Ukraine.
Ukrainian nation showed to you all that they have learnt the lessons of democracy much quicker and better than you, while you’ve been preparing to teach them how to live democratically. How can the votes of just one state define the results of the whole election in the entire country? You have to grow up to understand what democracy really means.
Cheers,
Q”
And his conclusion about democracy reveals his true self:
“I believe the Europeans use the term "democracy" in the proper context because that is what they believe. Americans, on the other hand, are confused by term and use it in the wrong context while disgarding the term "republic." Whatever the case, we must never succumb to a democracy and fight for our republic”.
I commented his stance as follows:
“The antonym for “democracy” is “dictatorship”, not “republicanism”. Finally you are hinting, dude, that this blog belongs to a bunch of miserable dictators”.
At the end of our long battle commenced by his disgraceful “Call to Arms” ridiculed by Americans themselves, I said:
“Dear readers,
Now you are witnessing the disgraceful defeat and the end of the thread of baseless childish ideas of Cracker. He could not imagine how he would be bashed and broken by the same “little Quizzer” in his own blog, that his “great” gang would ran away as a bunch of coward dogs frightened by the strength of Quizzer’s logic and the weakness of their void “teachings”.
It must be quite obvious to everybody why the comments have been deleted. No braveness and no logic in crackers. That’s the only logical conclusion of this battle.
But it is too far away from the end of story.
Cracker and the gang! Keep on deleting my comments and reading them again and again on a daily basis. You want a grilling? You will get it!
Cheers,
Q”
All of them have been cowardly deleted by Uncivil Cracker (uncivilrights.blogspot.com) and thus, he has silently admitted his defaming defeat.
I am sorry to reveal your real features to everybody, including your cronies, Cracker!
Hmmmmm, I’m loving it!
No, I don’t mean McDonalds, of course. I mean this pleasant feeling of a wonderful triumph over pinheads!
The miserable bunch of American fascist neo-conservatives with Cracker as their chain-leader has been defeated by one person and that’s me – “little Quizzer”. Lol.
You can go to his blog (uncivilrights.blogspot.com) and see for yourselves how disgracefully they’ve been bashed, so that poor Cracker had to delete all my comments and ban me from his blog. You know the reason: he could not stand my democratic logic.
Tonight his keyboard was jumping on his lap, because he lost his nerves completely with my comments popping in each second after they’d been deleted by him. Then he had to permit only comments from team members – American fascist web gangsters.
Anyway I gave him some more opportunity to get stunned with few more comments from my end.
Look at one of his postings:
“Europeans believe each individual is a part of the State, and the State grants these individuals rights. Without the State, the individual is nothing. These two philosophies pit a true capitalistic republic society against a socialistic/communistic society. It is this basic difference why Europeans do not, nor cannot consider private donations as part of America’s overall generosity”.
My comment followed as below:
“I know how bitter it should be to be defeated, especially when that occurs in your own blog. Then you start deleting logical comments and leaving only stupid confirmations of your meaningless ideas left by your soldiers and poodles.
Nevertheless, I want to repeat for pinheads like you, Cracker, that there are 2 sectors in each society: state and private ones. Therefore, in all cases we should point out what belongs to the state and what is private. Europeans, as the true founders of democracy in the world, do not believe that each individual is a part of the State. They are not like some Americans who can sell their own selves to the State and got confused between 2 notions of Patriotism and poodleness.
And still when we look at the list of state donations, the richest nation (America) is not the first and it stands behind Japan. According to the list of private donations German Michael Schumacher is the most generous donor with his $ 10 m donation, not the richest person of the planet (American Bill Gates) with his £ 3 m.
That sounds quite logical. By deleting these comments you are revealing your dictator coward face, Cracker.
Cheers,
Q”
Another essay of stupidity by Cracker:
“Hillary Clinton had the gonads to say that we had much to learn from the election in Ukraine...let me repeat that...Senator CLinton said we had much to learn from the election in Ukraine. Is she implying someone should have spiked Kerry's brie with poison or something, or is she saying our election process is corrupt?”
It has been bashed by the next comment of mine:
“Cracker and the gang,
Let me tell you that Senator Clinton was absolutely right. Maybe your system is not as corrupt as in some other countries, however, your electoral system with that goddamn Electoral College institution is by no means democratic and you really have to dream of a similar electoral system as in Ukraine.
Ukrainian nation showed to you all that they have learnt the lessons of democracy much quicker and better than you, while you’ve been preparing to teach them how to live democratically. How can the votes of just one state define the results of the whole election in the entire country? You have to grow up to understand what democracy really means.
Cheers,
Q”
And his conclusion about democracy reveals his true self:
“I believe the Europeans use the term "democracy" in the proper context because that is what they believe. Americans, on the other hand, are confused by term and use it in the wrong context while disgarding the term "republic." Whatever the case, we must never succumb to a democracy and fight for our republic”.
I commented his stance as follows:
“The antonym for “democracy” is “dictatorship”, not “republicanism”. Finally you are hinting, dude, that this blog belongs to a bunch of miserable dictators”.
At the end of our long battle commenced by his disgraceful “Call to Arms” ridiculed by Americans themselves, I said:
“Dear readers,
Now you are witnessing the disgraceful defeat and the end of the thread of baseless childish ideas of Cracker. He could not imagine how he would be bashed and broken by the same “little Quizzer” in his own blog, that his “great” gang would ran away as a bunch of coward dogs frightened by the strength of Quizzer’s logic and the weakness of their void “teachings”.
It must be quite obvious to everybody why the comments have been deleted. No braveness and no logic in crackers. That’s the only logical conclusion of this battle.
But it is too far away from the end of story.
Cracker and the gang! Keep on deleting my comments and reading them again and again on a daily basis. You want a grilling? You will get it!
Cheers,
Q”
All of them have been cowardly deleted by Uncivil Cracker (uncivilrights.blogspot.com) and thus, he has silently admitted his defaming defeat.
I am sorry to reveal your real features to everybody, including your cronies, Cracker!
Hmmmmm, I’m loving it!
No, I don’t mean McDonalds, of course. I mean this pleasant feeling of a wonderful triumph over pinheads!
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Thanks For The Forum, Cracker!
I didn’t know that one day I’d become a prominent figure in the US, at least among its fascist neo-conservatives. But I have. A short-sighted American fascist called Cracker first started deleting all my comments in his blog, assuming that it would put me off for good and I won’t get back to tickle him anymore. But it was rather attractive to me and I started visiting his site again and again and laughing at his funny hopeless situation.
Just imagine a Cracker sitting somewhere in Axis of Evil and biting his nails cowardly, shedding hot tears on his cheeky face, trembling nervously and jumping as a wacky lunatic time to time with appalling shouts after midnight.
I am sorry to cause him all this pain, but he wants it. He masochistically needs it and provokes me go back there and laugh at his stupidity.
His “Uncivil rights” is a really uncivil blog with a bunch of uncivil civilian or non-civilian uncivilized people in a “civilization” called America. That is actually a corner of miserable gossipers with tonnes of nuts thrown in front of their monitors and chewing chins with huge eyes behind thick eye-glasses looking with horror at their screens. Horror of my appearance!
I don’t want to hurt them. I just want to interrupt their swearing and gossips about their outer world which they have no clue about. I stop them bragging vaguely about nothing or about horrible things. They are happy that people are dying in Iraq and Afghanistan. They don’t know how to distinguish a freedom-fighter from a terrorist. They preach hatred and are spreading it around. They worship G. W. Bush and regard his speeches as holy sayings… How can I just listen to them silently?
And now they have enlarged my image hugely and have dedicated a longest posting to me which has turned into a kind of forum with me as the chairman of the debate. Or a sort of news conference with pedantic annoying reporters and a self-confident sarcastic politician, who really enjoys their laughable objections and questions. And I reply their messages or comments with no intention to hurt them if they did the same. However, really evil people in that site now are ready to split my throat and drink my blood and beating their poor heads on their computer desks. Perhaps I’m not allowing them to go out for a drink party and keeping them attached to the screen with my postings. But to me, I am just reacting, and reacting in conformity with their wordings.
I am really grateful to Cracker for making me so proud and putting me in the limelight in front of American fascist-conservatives.
But now I can guess that very soon he will realize his blunder and will remove the Forum altogether with my comments. But will it be his last trouble with me in his blog?
Click on the title and you can see Cracker's "Call to Arms" against Darius and Cracker band's disgraceful defeat.
Just imagine a Cracker sitting somewhere in Axis of Evil and biting his nails cowardly, shedding hot tears on his cheeky face, trembling nervously and jumping as a wacky lunatic time to time with appalling shouts after midnight.
I am sorry to cause him all this pain, but he wants it. He masochistically needs it and provokes me go back there and laugh at his stupidity.
His “Uncivil rights” is a really uncivil blog with a bunch of uncivil civilian or non-civilian uncivilized people in a “civilization” called America. That is actually a corner of miserable gossipers with tonnes of nuts thrown in front of their monitors and chewing chins with huge eyes behind thick eye-glasses looking with horror at their screens. Horror of my appearance!
I don’t want to hurt them. I just want to interrupt their swearing and gossips about their outer world which they have no clue about. I stop them bragging vaguely about nothing or about horrible things. They are happy that people are dying in Iraq and Afghanistan. They don’t know how to distinguish a freedom-fighter from a terrorist. They preach hatred and are spreading it around. They worship G. W. Bush and regard his speeches as holy sayings… How can I just listen to them silently?
And now they have enlarged my image hugely and have dedicated a longest posting to me which has turned into a kind of forum with me as the chairman of the debate. Or a sort of news conference with pedantic annoying reporters and a self-confident sarcastic politician, who really enjoys their laughable objections and questions. And I reply their messages or comments with no intention to hurt them if they did the same. However, really evil people in that site now are ready to split my throat and drink my blood and beating their poor heads on their computer desks. Perhaps I’m not allowing them to go out for a drink party and keeping them attached to the screen with my postings. But to me, I am just reacting, and reacting in conformity with their wordings.
I am really grateful to Cracker for making me so proud and putting me in the limelight in front of American fascist-conservatives.
But now I can guess that very soon he will realize his blunder and will remove the Forum altogether with my comments. But will it be his last trouble with me in his blog?
Click on the title and you can see Cracker's "Call to Arms" against Darius and Cracker band's disgraceful defeat.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Riddle of The Day (a personal note)
I guess I lost a dearest jewel of mine today, just few hours back... But I'm not searching it and you don't look for it either...
Monday, January 03, 2005
Doubting Archbishop
Is it only disasters which make people think of the principles of Being, God, Punishment and Reward and metaphysical notions? The massive Asian calamity has triggered off chains of relevant debates in different blogs and circles.
But Rowan Williams’s view on the matter is distinguished among all of them given his high religious status as Archbishop of Canterbury and the main figure in the Anglican hierarchy. His opinion has been printed and circulating under a shocking title: “Of course this makes us doubt God's existence”. It would have never been considered extra-ordinary would it been said by Bush or me. But Archbishop’s doubt makes us think more thoroughly over the metaphysical divine issue.
The question could have never been put more straight-forwardly and correct.
“Faced with the paralysing magnitude of a disaster like this, we naturally feel more deeply outraged – and also more deeply helpless. We can't see how this is going to be dealt with, we can't see how to make it better. We know, with a rather sick feeling, that we shall have to go on facing it and we can't make it go away or make ourselves feel good.
“The question: "How can you believe in a God who permits suffering on this scale?" is therefore very much around at the moment, and it would be surprising if it weren't – indeed, it would be wrong if it weren't. The traditional answers will get us only so far. God, we are told, is not a puppet-master in regard either to human actions or to the processes of the world. If we are to exist in an environment where we can live lives of productive work and consistent understanding – human lives as we know them – the world has to have a regular order and pattern of its own. Effects follow causes in a way that we can chart, and so can make some attempt at coping with. So there is something odd about expecting that God will constantly step in if things are getting dangerous. How dangerous do they have to be? How many deaths would be acceptable?”
These questions do not shatter my belief in principles of Being though. I do not depict God as a huge human-shaped ogre whose only business is how to punish or reward his creatures. I believe in Asha (Arta, ereta) – the system of Rightness created by God; a system corresponding to norm in everything in Universe. Breaching the norm in anything with no exception causes problems and disasters. Sometimes it may never depend on human beings.
But Dr. Williams deserves to be praised for his open-mindedness, his redemption from any sort of dogmas and made his country proud for enduring such an open pluralism in its church.
While the debates are going on the tsunami toll has risen to at least 144 000 people. Most of the dead bodies belong to Indonesia (94 081).
I doubt that imperialists like Bush and Blair have learnt a lesson out of the disaster. They are still failing to watch with their own eyes (if they are not shut) that they may never become almighty and replace God; that the world can be destroyed even without their evil efforts. They have got much more powerfull rivals like tsunamis, quakes, gales, fires etc.
But Rowan Williams’s view on the matter is distinguished among all of them given his high religious status as Archbishop of Canterbury and the main figure in the Anglican hierarchy. His opinion has been printed and circulating under a shocking title: “Of course this makes us doubt God's existence”. It would have never been considered extra-ordinary would it been said by Bush or me. But Archbishop’s doubt makes us think more thoroughly over the metaphysical divine issue.
The question could have never been put more straight-forwardly and correct.
“Faced with the paralysing magnitude of a disaster like this, we naturally feel more deeply outraged – and also more deeply helpless. We can't see how this is going to be dealt with, we can't see how to make it better. We know, with a rather sick feeling, that we shall have to go on facing it and we can't make it go away or make ourselves feel good.
“The question: "How can you believe in a God who permits suffering on this scale?" is therefore very much around at the moment, and it would be surprising if it weren't – indeed, it would be wrong if it weren't. The traditional answers will get us only so far. God, we are told, is not a puppet-master in regard either to human actions or to the processes of the world. If we are to exist in an environment where we can live lives of productive work and consistent understanding – human lives as we know them – the world has to have a regular order and pattern of its own. Effects follow causes in a way that we can chart, and so can make some attempt at coping with. So there is something odd about expecting that God will constantly step in if things are getting dangerous. How dangerous do they have to be? How many deaths would be acceptable?”
These questions do not shatter my belief in principles of Being though. I do not depict God as a huge human-shaped ogre whose only business is how to punish or reward his creatures. I believe in Asha (Arta, ereta) – the system of Rightness created by God; a system corresponding to norm in everything in Universe. Breaching the norm in anything with no exception causes problems and disasters. Sometimes it may never depend on human beings.
But Dr. Williams deserves to be praised for his open-mindedness, his redemption from any sort of dogmas and made his country proud for enduring such an open pluralism in its church.
While the debates are going on the tsunami toll has risen to at least 144 000 people. Most of the dead bodies belong to Indonesia (94 081).
I doubt that imperialists like Bush and Blair have learnt a lesson out of the disaster. They are still failing to watch with their own eyes (if they are not shut) that they may never become almighty and replace God; that the world can be destroyed even without their evil efforts. They have got much more powerfull rivals like tsunamis, quakes, gales, fires etc.
I've Got To See You Again
Babysitting, receiving Saimoddin and Azer (his son) and listening to Norah Jones were all I did today. And I'm still whispering:
Lines on your face don’t bother me
Down in my chair when you dance over me
I can’t help myself
I’ve got to see you again
Late in the night when I’m alone
And I look at the clock and I know you’re not home
I can’t help myself
I’ve got to see you again
I could almost go there
Just to watch you be seen
I could almost go there
Just to live in a dream
But no I won’t go for any of those things
To not touch your skin is not why I sing
I can’t help myself
I’ve got to see you again
I could almost go there…
No I won’t go to share you with them
But oh even though I know where
You’ve been
I can’t help myself
I’ve got to see you again
Lines on your face don’t bother me
Down in my chair when you dance over me
I can’t help myself
I’ve got to see you again
Late in the night when I’m alone
And I look at the clock and I know you’re not home
I can’t help myself
I’ve got to see you again
I could almost go there
Just to watch you be seen
I could almost go there
Just to live in a dream
But no I won’t go for any of those things
To not touch your skin is not why I sing
I can’t help myself
I’ve got to see you again
I could almost go there…
No I won’t go to share you with them
But oh even though I know where
You’ve been
I can’t help myself
I’ve got to see you again
Sunday, January 02, 2005
Trapped in the Past
...He was scared by our sudden intrusion with my birds. Lying down on his mat in the middle of his spacey lounge with his unshaven face and bigger right eye he looked a bit odd and much older than his age. The bloody Sun Signs book was over his head on the table. The same book that has spoilt his last days of the past year and the first day of the new one with its bitter truth.
The book says: “A taciturn expert at circumlocution he is. A scatterbrain and a chatterbox he is not. Don’t expect this man to bare his soul when he first meets you. Cancerians never confide in strangers, and there are certain things even their best friends don’t know…” Perhaps these words had had a hair-raising effect on him and made him call me, his best friend, to disclose the hidden parts of his life, his bitter adolescence, his heart-breaking experiences in the family, his disillusions and some other little facts.
By no means had I felt insulted that I was not aware of all those things. However, it was his wrong perception and it made him feel even worse: for two days he preferred to stay indoors rather than fulfilling his promise to come and see my birds on New Year’s Eve.
I didn’t know and don’t know yet how to give him a new lease of life. Whatever I said perhaps remained unheard. Sometimes I could see him nodding very feebly though, as if he did agree with my rhetoric that he had to come out of the past, move on, think of today and look forward to the future. I was trying to find a light at the end of the tunnel and show it to him.
Nevertheless, he was not willing to step out the flat, as if a huge ogre was waiting for him just outside with a big dagger to stub him… I don’t want to go on with this story, but it has added some more bitterness to my current days. Ahura Mazda is the one who can help me overcome these misgivings…
In the outer world while tsunami toll is believed to exceed 150 000, strong international criticisms have made the stingy US government increase its miserable $ 35 m donation to $ 350 m! But it doesn’t make the most powerful country in the world the biggest donor of the quake-stricken countries. Japan became the single largest donor on Saturday with $500m. Ordinary people in UK have collected £ 50 m (over $90 m) and more coming in every hour, since the campaign is still going on at the tube stations and across the country. Indeed, money is the best way to help in such a situation.
It seems like a sign of “the end of the world” – a most persistent belief of many religions that endured. Is it really a way to Armageddon?
This apocalyptic belief traces back to Asho Zoroaster’s teachings. However, in those sacred teachings end-of-time means a glorious consummation of order (Spenta-Mainyu) over disorder (Angra-Mainyu), known as “making wonderful”, in which “all things would be perfect, once and for all”. (Norman Cohn, a British historian).
But until the strongest country is ruled by a moron, disorder will prevail.
Down with the Moron! Hail the Order!
Good chanting before the bed-time after the first day of the year...
And this strange experience of going to bed alone. It is never going to end.
I miss Her whispers more than my little birds miss her home-made cakes...
The book says: “A taciturn expert at circumlocution he is. A scatterbrain and a chatterbox he is not. Don’t expect this man to bare his soul when he first meets you. Cancerians never confide in strangers, and there are certain things even their best friends don’t know…” Perhaps these words had had a hair-raising effect on him and made him call me, his best friend, to disclose the hidden parts of his life, his bitter adolescence, his heart-breaking experiences in the family, his disillusions and some other little facts.
By no means had I felt insulted that I was not aware of all those things. However, it was his wrong perception and it made him feel even worse: for two days he preferred to stay indoors rather than fulfilling his promise to come and see my birds on New Year’s Eve.
I didn’t know and don’t know yet how to give him a new lease of life. Whatever I said perhaps remained unheard. Sometimes I could see him nodding very feebly though, as if he did agree with my rhetoric that he had to come out of the past, move on, think of today and look forward to the future. I was trying to find a light at the end of the tunnel and show it to him.
Nevertheless, he was not willing to step out the flat, as if a huge ogre was waiting for him just outside with a big dagger to stub him… I don’t want to go on with this story, but it has added some more bitterness to my current days. Ahura Mazda is the one who can help me overcome these misgivings…
In the outer world while tsunami toll is believed to exceed 150 000, strong international criticisms have made the stingy US government increase its miserable $ 35 m donation to $ 350 m! But it doesn’t make the most powerful country in the world the biggest donor of the quake-stricken countries. Japan became the single largest donor on Saturday with $500m. Ordinary people in UK have collected £ 50 m (over $90 m) and more coming in every hour, since the campaign is still going on at the tube stations and across the country. Indeed, money is the best way to help in such a situation.
It seems like a sign of “the end of the world” – a most persistent belief of many religions that endured. Is it really a way to Armageddon?
This apocalyptic belief traces back to Asho Zoroaster’s teachings. However, in those sacred teachings end-of-time means a glorious consummation of order (Spenta-Mainyu) over disorder (Angra-Mainyu), known as “making wonderful”, in which “all things would be perfect, once and for all”. (Norman Cohn, a British historian).
But until the strongest country is ruled by a moron, disorder will prevail.
Down with the Moron! Hail the Order!
Good chanting before the bed-time after the first day of the year...
And this strange experience of going to bed alone. It is never going to end.
I miss Her whispers more than my little birds miss her home-made cakes...
Friday, December 31, 2004
New Year's Eve with Jesus
No Daddy to open a fizzy Champaign, no Mum to put a delicious cake with candles in the middle of the table, no Farzan to set a dazzling firework and even no Payrow, Khavar, Payman, Parviz, Rokhshid… to help him and watch the spectacle. And therefore, no mood to take a toast. Where’s She to sit beside me? Just me and the kids whom I have to entertain by making a surgery on my lips to produce a smile… And memories of the passing year.
Just few hours left to farewell 2004. Jesus Christ! 2004! Oh Nazarethan! You are getting older and older, but will you ever get wiser? Of course, I do not intend to pin all misdoings of your greatest follower on you, but everything is being done in your name and in the name of your younger fellow Mohammad.
If you are really watching me or by any chance flying around my head and laughing at our indisposition please, make a favour and be a Saviour. Save the world from the one who puts your stamp on whatever he does. The one who said: “I believe that God wants me to be president” and many believe that You made him president again. The one who kills thousands of people around the world ruthlessly declaring that “the Lord of life holds all who die, and all who mourn”. The one who gets too excited by his temporary successes and roars: “There is power, wonder-working power in the goodness and idealism and faith of the American people”. The one who does not realize why he is hated by millions of people across the globe and stupidly puts a questioning confirmation: “But we are so good! Why do they hate us?” Please tell him why he is the only one who adores himself indeed and whoever voted for him had been misled by his lies and there own illusion. And please tell him that he is actually forming the very axis of evil he assumes he’s fighting now…
The year began with his State of the Union address full of bushisms. And plentiful of claps and applause by his surrounding poodles in the White House.
With his doggy eyes stinging the cameras he said:
“As we gather tonight, hundreds of thousands of American servicemen and women are deployed across the world in the war on terror. By bringing hope to the oppressed, and delivering justice to the violent, they are making America more secure. (Applause.)”
Please tell me if a single word of him was true. He has occupied the world, as he admits, by hundreds of thousands of American soldiers, but has it created any hope for the oppressed? Is it really delivering justice to the violent? Can’t you see those atrocities and their consequences in Iraq and Afghanistan on a daily basis? Crying children, women and elderly people? Can you recall what happened in May? Exactly. The very Abu Graib prison abuse scandal which made headlines around the world and caused the biggest embarrassment for the whole American nation. They were supposed “to bring hope to the oppressed”, to deliver democracy and freedoms. And that was the way straight to American world: if you don’t like our values we will torture you naked and take your photos in humiliating poses.
How can you forget Fallujah with over 1000 killed “insurgents” and more “collateral damage” not recorded in American resources? How can we distinguish a partisan from an insurgent in Iraq these days? Which one is a freedom-fighter and who’s a terrorist? Who does define these terms? In such a case, I can call George W. Bush the biggest terrorist of the globe with the same success. That’s him who’s terrorising alongside with his buddy Osama Ben Laden. Do you remember my anecdote about 3 Bees? Don’t want to bother myself with recollecting the third one. Not worthy.
2004 was the year of prosperity for terrorism. Wrong American-led policies ended up with 200 people getting killed in Madrid in March, 300 people, mostly children, losing their lives in Beslan in September, suicide attacks in Saudi Arabia, Uzbekistan, Russia, Turkey, let alone Iraq adn Middle East. So, is it actually what “making America more secure” means? Listen, dude. If you wanna build up a strong fort by devastating the forts around, at the end of the day you will be the loser. The growing number of your foes will unite and build a stronger fortress to fight you. Haven’t you said this axiom to your fellow, Christ?
Poor African nation of Sudan lacked the precious oil and had to face a major humanitarian crisis, after a two-year campaign of ethnic violence waged by government-backed Arab militias against black tribal farmers. Reports say 70,000 people were killed and more than one million displaced in the western Darfur region of the country. So, what Mr. Bush doing then? He was scrutinizing the geological map of Sudan and could not see any lucrative adventure in that piece of the globe.
The passing year was full of political elections, but the political map has changed just slightly. The same ex-Enron adviser Hamid Karzai presided in Afghanistan with George’s Christian blessing and same George seized the power in the biggest empire of the world by ridiculing his weak opponent. Nevertheless, Ukrainian battle was a historic one for the country. The leader of the current government’s opposition Victor Yushchenko allegedly was poisoned with Dioxin in an assassination attempt before the election and as a result he’s inherited disfigured face features from the campaign. However, it seems he has won the battle and said: “Ukraine has been independent for the last 13 years, but from now on it will be free!”
When will somebody say the same about Tajikistan, Afghanistan, Uzbekistan or Iran?
The most painful event and the biggest tragedy of 2004 took place just a day after your Christmas, Jes. Exactly like last year in Bam with about 30 000 dead Iranians. This time it was a powerful evil tsunami (like powerful evil Bush administration) in South Asia. The most powerful earthquake in 40 years hit the shores of Indonesia, Thailand, Sri Lanka, India, Somalia and Kenya killing about 120 000 people. Thousands more are still missing… I can’t call that a happy end, Jes.
This is when your follower and Mohammad’s siblings have to show the grandeur and humanity of their beliefs. US, as the richest country of the world, has pledged $35 m and Saudi Arabia as a biggest oil-based economy - $10 m. This is a matter to compete for, say, with Britain who’s pledged $96 m. Shame on you, Washington!
So, that would be my toast for tonight: to see ashamed Washington becoming more human and civilised, since it has seized the world power and its ruler must be wiser, Jes.
Try your magic to put some brain under his scalp, Jes. Unless you wanna show him the way out of the White House in 2005 straight to the International Court in Hague.
Where is your glass? Found it? Cheers, Jes!
Just few hours left to farewell 2004. Jesus Christ! 2004! Oh Nazarethan! You are getting older and older, but will you ever get wiser? Of course, I do not intend to pin all misdoings of your greatest follower on you, but everything is being done in your name and in the name of your younger fellow Mohammad.
If you are really watching me or by any chance flying around my head and laughing at our indisposition please, make a favour and be a Saviour. Save the world from the one who puts your stamp on whatever he does. The one who said: “I believe that God wants me to be president” and many believe that You made him president again. The one who kills thousands of people around the world ruthlessly declaring that “the Lord of life holds all who die, and all who mourn”. The one who gets too excited by his temporary successes and roars: “There is power, wonder-working power in the goodness and idealism and faith of the American people”. The one who does not realize why he is hated by millions of people across the globe and stupidly puts a questioning confirmation: “But we are so good! Why do they hate us?” Please tell him why he is the only one who adores himself indeed and whoever voted for him had been misled by his lies and there own illusion. And please tell him that he is actually forming the very axis of evil he assumes he’s fighting now…
The year began with his State of the Union address full of bushisms. And plentiful of claps and applause by his surrounding poodles in the White House.
With his doggy eyes stinging the cameras he said:
“As we gather tonight, hundreds of thousands of American servicemen and women are deployed across the world in the war on terror. By bringing hope to the oppressed, and delivering justice to the violent, they are making America more secure. (Applause.)”
Please tell me if a single word of him was true. He has occupied the world, as he admits, by hundreds of thousands of American soldiers, but has it created any hope for the oppressed? Is it really delivering justice to the violent? Can’t you see those atrocities and their consequences in Iraq and Afghanistan on a daily basis? Crying children, women and elderly people? Can you recall what happened in May? Exactly. The very Abu Graib prison abuse scandal which made headlines around the world and caused the biggest embarrassment for the whole American nation. They were supposed “to bring hope to the oppressed”, to deliver democracy and freedoms. And that was the way straight to American world: if you don’t like our values we will torture you naked and take your photos in humiliating poses.
How can you forget Fallujah with over 1000 killed “insurgents” and more “collateral damage” not recorded in American resources? How can we distinguish a partisan from an insurgent in Iraq these days? Which one is a freedom-fighter and who’s a terrorist? Who does define these terms? In such a case, I can call George W. Bush the biggest terrorist of the globe with the same success. That’s him who’s terrorising alongside with his buddy Osama Ben Laden. Do you remember my anecdote about 3 Bees? Don’t want to bother myself with recollecting the third one. Not worthy.
2004 was the year of prosperity for terrorism. Wrong American-led policies ended up with 200 people getting killed in Madrid in March, 300 people, mostly children, losing their lives in Beslan in September, suicide attacks in Saudi Arabia, Uzbekistan, Russia, Turkey, let alone Iraq adn Middle East. So, is it actually what “making America more secure” means? Listen, dude. If you wanna build up a strong fort by devastating the forts around, at the end of the day you will be the loser. The growing number of your foes will unite and build a stronger fortress to fight you. Haven’t you said this axiom to your fellow, Christ?
Poor African nation of Sudan lacked the precious oil and had to face a major humanitarian crisis, after a two-year campaign of ethnic violence waged by government-backed Arab militias against black tribal farmers. Reports say 70,000 people were killed and more than one million displaced in the western Darfur region of the country. So, what Mr. Bush doing then? He was scrutinizing the geological map of Sudan and could not see any lucrative adventure in that piece of the globe.
The passing year was full of political elections, but the political map has changed just slightly. The same ex-Enron adviser Hamid Karzai presided in Afghanistan with George’s Christian blessing and same George seized the power in the biggest empire of the world by ridiculing his weak opponent. Nevertheless, Ukrainian battle was a historic one for the country. The leader of the current government’s opposition Victor Yushchenko allegedly was poisoned with Dioxin in an assassination attempt before the election and as a result he’s inherited disfigured face features from the campaign. However, it seems he has won the battle and said: “Ukraine has been independent for the last 13 years, but from now on it will be free!”
When will somebody say the same about Tajikistan, Afghanistan, Uzbekistan or Iran?
The most painful event and the biggest tragedy of 2004 took place just a day after your Christmas, Jes. Exactly like last year in Bam with about 30 000 dead Iranians. This time it was a powerful evil tsunami (like powerful evil Bush administration) in South Asia. The most powerful earthquake in 40 years hit the shores of Indonesia, Thailand, Sri Lanka, India, Somalia and Kenya killing about 120 000 people. Thousands more are still missing… I can’t call that a happy end, Jes.
This is when your follower and Mohammad’s siblings have to show the grandeur and humanity of their beliefs. US, as the richest country of the world, has pledged $35 m and Saudi Arabia as a biggest oil-based economy - $10 m. This is a matter to compete for, say, with Britain who’s pledged $96 m. Shame on you, Washington!
So, that would be my toast for tonight: to see ashamed Washington becoming more human and civilised, since it has seized the world power and its ruler must be wiser, Jes.
Try your magic to put some brain under his scalp, Jes. Unless you wanna show him the way out of the White House in 2005 straight to the International Court in Hague.
Where is your glass? Found it? Cheers, Jes!
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
My Fair Tsunami
Her eyes became blue for whole last three days and she left the blueness of her eyes in the depth of the sorrow of my ones. I still hear her gasps and mutters. They still spin around my ears and I see her image of Great Sorrow walking around the house hastily and searching the pictures of her brother she hadn't known she’d lost just a while ago. “Where’s my Little Mouse? Mushake man ku? Kasafat! Chera bordish az man?! You, bastard! What have you done with him?!” The words were addressed to the skies and if her anger was a wave of an ocean, it could have created another tsunami to smash three times as many shores as have been smashed in Asia recently.
The glance pictures of him became withered and squashed in her hot trembling nervous hands. She would take it away even from me, if I would try to have a look. She was cross with the world and unfortunately, I was a part of it.
But then she felt a need to hug a body and spill out her enormous grief and anger on one’s shoulders. She found my normally wide shoulders thinner, since her anguish was extremely huge. My words were useless… “Especially sentences”. Could have Jesus Christ come down on his “birthday” to cope with the grief we had? Could have he explained what and when and, most importantly, why? Why have they decided to take him away after 20 years of robbing hearts and minds of dozens of people around? He was clever and kind; he was beloved by his family and mates. So, why?!
No, he was busy. Jesus had his birthday party thrown all around the globe. The globe which had not yet braced itself for a huge disaster – a real tsunami, with a big appetite, which would take over 50 000 lives away… Much more than 3 000 in New York over 3 years ago. The US has pledged $15 million. Is it more than America’s daily military expenditure in Iraq? Are you nuts?!
However, she left. Her tears washing her pretty face, her eyes attached to the “little birds”, her lips whispering words of gratitude and love… she left. And we will miss her heartfelt laughter and merry greetings while opening the door for 3 whole weeks. May Ahura Mazda be with you and bring you back home safe and sound, my Bird!
The glance pictures of him became withered and squashed in her hot trembling nervous hands. She would take it away even from me, if I would try to have a look. She was cross with the world and unfortunately, I was a part of it.
But then she felt a need to hug a body and spill out her enormous grief and anger on one’s shoulders. She found my normally wide shoulders thinner, since her anguish was extremely huge. My words were useless… “Especially sentences”. Could have Jesus Christ come down on his “birthday” to cope with the grief we had? Could have he explained what and when and, most importantly, why? Why have they decided to take him away after 20 years of robbing hearts and minds of dozens of people around? He was clever and kind; he was beloved by his family and mates. So, why?!
No, he was busy. Jesus had his birthday party thrown all around the globe. The globe which had not yet braced itself for a huge disaster – a real tsunami, with a big appetite, which would take over 50 000 lives away… Much more than 3 000 in New York over 3 years ago. The US has pledged $15 million. Is it more than America’s daily military expenditure in Iraq? Are you nuts?!
However, she left. Her tears washing her pretty face, her eyes attached to the “little birds”, her lips whispering words of gratitude and love… she left. And we will miss her heartfelt laughter and merry greetings while opening the door for 3 whole weeks. May Ahura Mazda be with you and bring you back home safe and sound, my Bird!
Friday, December 17, 2004
Home, Sweet Home...
It was a greatest dream, however not complete. I wanted it so much and I enjoyed it terribly...
The holiest person in the world was just by me for a whole month and I could see her eyes every morning, blinking as a star in the sky and asking if I want to wait for the car with Zarrine or whether I’m leaving on my own or am I going to the office today at all? Her worried voice over the phone: “I’m still waiting for you, my son… Why are you so late tonight? Didn’t you tell me that you wanted to enjoy your annual leave in here? But you are still working! Come back home as soon as you can!”
As those beautiful old days, when I was in pain from the severe control of the family. The same control I’m calling “beautiful” now. I felt as her little naughty baby, the most rebellious one, who preferred to spend his days outdoors with his thoughtmates and comrades. And sometimes with his first loves… For whom the house meant a bed to sleep. It made me feel a bit guilty too, as it used to do in those far-away beautiful days and I wanted to go back home as soon as possible.
But how? They were there! The people I had craved for so much. I could breathe from the same air with 2 fairest ladies in the town who I love as much as my own sisters. 2 drops of beauty: internal and external.
I remember how I managed to trouble their minds by my stupid question: by and large, do you really feel happy? Do you really need a husband to have a complete feeling of happiness? And their answers were as sincere as they could be. When I made up my own conclusion about the level of their happiness, both of them nearly burst into tears and insisted that they were the happiest people in the world! I think even if they are not the happiest ones, they are still very happy people of the world.
However, as I told before, the dream was not completely sweet. There were moments of bitter truth in the social and political life of the country that could and did damage my mood and an unhealthy wind from London was devastating at the end of the dream.
Most of all, I missed all of them; all my angels back in London. Now I am flying to them on the iron wings of a plane with no patience to embrace each of them one by one to present my hottest and sweetest kisses.
As you see, one can never feel complete. Wherever you go, the sky is of the same colour. It is not the soil in London or Moscow or Dushanbe or Teheran that can provide you with happiness; it is about the souls on those soils that can form up your happiness… I wish they could gather under one roof one day to make my happiness full and complete!
The holiest person in the world was just by me for a whole month and I could see her eyes every morning, blinking as a star in the sky and asking if I want to wait for the car with Zarrine or whether I’m leaving on my own or am I going to the office today at all? Her worried voice over the phone: “I’m still waiting for you, my son… Why are you so late tonight? Didn’t you tell me that you wanted to enjoy your annual leave in here? But you are still working! Come back home as soon as you can!”
As those beautiful old days, when I was in pain from the severe control of the family. The same control I’m calling “beautiful” now. I felt as her little naughty baby, the most rebellious one, who preferred to spend his days outdoors with his thoughtmates and comrades. And sometimes with his first loves… For whom the house meant a bed to sleep. It made me feel a bit guilty too, as it used to do in those far-away beautiful days and I wanted to go back home as soon as possible.
But how? They were there! The people I had craved for so much. I could breathe from the same air with 2 fairest ladies in the town who I love as much as my own sisters. 2 drops of beauty: internal and external.
I remember how I managed to trouble their minds by my stupid question: by and large, do you really feel happy? Do you really need a husband to have a complete feeling of happiness? And their answers were as sincere as they could be. When I made up my own conclusion about the level of their happiness, both of them nearly burst into tears and insisted that they were the happiest people in the world! I think even if they are not the happiest ones, they are still very happy people of the world.
However, as I told before, the dream was not completely sweet. There were moments of bitter truth in the social and political life of the country that could and did damage my mood and an unhealthy wind from London was devastating at the end of the dream.
Most of all, I missed all of them; all my angels back in London. Now I am flying to them on the iron wings of a plane with no patience to embrace each of them one by one to present my hottest and sweetest kisses.
As you see, one can never feel complete. Wherever you go, the sky is of the same colour. It is not the soil in London or Moscow or Dushanbe or Teheran that can provide you with happiness; it is about the souls on those soils that can form up your happiness… I wish they could gather under one roof one day to make my happiness full and complete!
Friday, November 19, 2004
I'm a Stranger in Moscow
The wind of change predicted and well-described by the Scorpion over a decade ago has turned the Russian capital upside down and you guys, who haven't visited Moscow after the Collapse, prepare to face a hybrid mega polis decorated (and sometimes distorted) by new super-modern metamorphic things (sometimes they look like buildings).
However, the Bolshoy is still the same, but not the same anymore. I mean, the shape of the world-known theatre has not changed. And perhaps the very factor makes it look a bit paler and miserable in front of the new buildings overshadowing the old one. Tonight it had Lady Macbeth on. Probably a new Russian imaginative performance written on the basis of the old Macbeth. I did not bother myself with popping in to the theatre and as a westernized creature went on shopping.
It was snowing as if on my demand. Before flying to Moscow I was dreaming of a snow-coated Moscow with whirling snowflakes and the kids rolling snowballs. I could not see the kids of course, as in many other Western capitals, let alone snowballs. But the snow hosted me generously. Thanks, Mother Nature!
Perhaps I was dreaming of a heavily-snowing city to find at least one more difference between the Westernized capital of the biggest country in the world and Western Europe. However, the golden bell-shaped heads (kupola) of some historic buildings are a good reminder that I am in neither Western Europe nor Asia, but something in between. A perfect image of Eurasia.
I called it a hybrid mega polis, because it is ruled by both socialist and capitalist standards simultaneously and it is hard to draw a firm line between them indeed. Nevertheless, one can see more capitalistic atitude in everything rather than the socialistic one.
Moscow train walls are covered with posters advertising different, mainly foreign companies; you cannot pass by a Christian Dior (CD) boutique without getting caught by a wide-smiling well-dressed dealer and usually she makes you pay for her great efforts, beautidul smile and the thorough use of Blend-a-Med toothpaste and loads of Orbit "whitening" gums trailed in Moscow channels every 5 minutes. It makes one recall the Soviet Moscow with its fat gloomy sales assistants who were reluctant to move away from their stools to serve a customer (and even the very word of "customer" was regarded as a pathetic capitalist invention not worthy to use in "the freest, happiest country of the world). Christian Dior was a creation of the Devil and had no way to the Soviet shops. But now one of the CD boutiques looks right to the Red Square and its model pictures stare proudly at the Mausoleum of Leenin... One of the glamorous CD dealers makes me buy three fashionable items from her glassy boutique and even gives me a promotional Mat Control tube! The price makes me re-think my location: am I in Moscow? The wind has changed it indeed...
The train opens the door and I can see a very old typical Russian woman with a headscarf wrapped around her neck sitting on a pompous marble metro bench. She extends her leaf-like skinny palm in the hope to see a glitter in it shortly. But the hope is very feeble, so that her right hand goes down again gradually and joins her left one on the top of a stick. Or she is too weak to hold it extended for a long while. Then she goes on shaking, although it is not cold inside the tube at all. She does not look at the passers-by and her head is approaching her tightly-kept knees... The door closes with the same Soviet-style: "Beware! The doors are closing! The next station is Paveleckaya!" The wind has not changed it at all...
The municipality workers are salting the roads to prevent any possible casualities on the quickly-formed ice around the town. But snow is covering the soil with a dazzling carpet again and grey pigeons start drawing beautiful four-ended starts by walking on it and the pigeon-made pattern looks like a piece of arts. It seems I still do like this city: no matter if the wind has or has not changed it...
However, the Bolshoy is still the same, but not the same anymore. I mean, the shape of the world-known theatre has not changed. And perhaps the very factor makes it look a bit paler and miserable in front of the new buildings overshadowing the old one. Tonight it had Lady Macbeth on. Probably a new Russian imaginative performance written on the basis of the old Macbeth. I did not bother myself with popping in to the theatre and as a westernized creature went on shopping.
It was snowing as if on my demand. Before flying to Moscow I was dreaming of a snow-coated Moscow with whirling snowflakes and the kids rolling snowballs. I could not see the kids of course, as in many other Western capitals, let alone snowballs. But the snow hosted me generously. Thanks, Mother Nature!
Perhaps I was dreaming of a heavily-snowing city to find at least one more difference between the Westernized capital of the biggest country in the world and Western Europe. However, the golden bell-shaped heads (kupola) of some historic buildings are a good reminder that I am in neither Western Europe nor Asia, but something in between. A perfect image of Eurasia.
I called it a hybrid mega polis, because it is ruled by both socialist and capitalist standards simultaneously and it is hard to draw a firm line between them indeed. Nevertheless, one can see more capitalistic atitude in everything rather than the socialistic one.
Moscow train walls are covered with posters advertising different, mainly foreign companies; you cannot pass by a Christian Dior (CD) boutique without getting caught by a wide-smiling well-dressed dealer and usually she makes you pay for her great efforts, beautidul smile and the thorough use of Blend-a-Med toothpaste and loads of Orbit "whitening" gums trailed in Moscow channels every 5 minutes. It makes one recall the Soviet Moscow with its fat gloomy sales assistants who were reluctant to move away from their stools to serve a customer (and even the very word of "customer" was regarded as a pathetic capitalist invention not worthy to use in "the freest, happiest country of the world). Christian Dior was a creation of the Devil and had no way to the Soviet shops. But now one of the CD boutiques looks right to the Red Square and its model pictures stare proudly at the Mausoleum of Leenin... One of the glamorous CD dealers makes me buy three fashionable items from her glassy boutique and even gives me a promotional Mat Control tube! The price makes me re-think my location: am I in Moscow? The wind has changed it indeed...
The train opens the door and I can see a very old typical Russian woman with a headscarf wrapped around her neck sitting on a pompous marble metro bench. She extends her leaf-like skinny palm in the hope to see a glitter in it shortly. But the hope is very feeble, so that her right hand goes down again gradually and joins her left one on the top of a stick. Or she is too weak to hold it extended for a long while. Then she goes on shaking, although it is not cold inside the tube at all. She does not look at the passers-by and her head is approaching her tightly-kept knees... The door closes with the same Soviet-style: "Beware! The doors are closing! The next station is Paveleckaya!" The wind has not changed it at all...
The municipality workers are salting the roads to prevent any possible casualities on the quickly-formed ice around the town. But snow is covering the soil with a dazzling carpet again and grey pigeons start drawing beautiful four-ended starts by walking on it and the pigeon-made pattern looks like a piece of arts. It seems I still do like this city: no matter if the wind has or has not changed it...
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