No, I'm not going to that house anymore. The dull and soulless house suffocates me.
The other day just the image of a fallen pot with a withered flower in the backyard darkened the entire world for me and squeezed my throat to produce a tear or two to roll down my distorted face. My birds were not around to fly over it and to look after it. My nightingales are looking after other flowers now in a dearest remote part of the world… I’m craving for that sweet headache caused by their giggling, swirling, shouting and laughter.
No, I do not enjoy my life anymore like this. Despite the fact that this sad being is still addicted to sorrow that stirs up his internal world to bring up something new. But the new is not always the wanted.
Have you seen a restless bee striving to taste something new in variety of flowers? Have you noticed how it leaves a flower indifferently for another one just because either the experience wasn’t that new or the new experience was not wanted?
But still, it does not reject to try a new experience. And still, it produces the same shit that we love so much…
Am I ranting now? Perhaps. But that’s the honey I produce.
…Loneliness is the mother of vice. I don’t know how other bees assess it. It might be the mother of creativity to a few; nothing distracts their attention from producing some sweeter honey. But certainly, I don’t belong to that category of bees. Loneliness is a ghost that leads me to the Sinland.
Can you feel the revoltingly sweet taste of the chilli pepper white wine in my mouth? That’s another flower in the garden I am visiting right now and lining up these nonsense sentences to find out the quaint-essence of this flower…
The customers of this Irish pub are lost: who’s this weirdo lost in his thoughts with a broken pen and a torn piece of paper?.. I am lost too indeed. Lost without you, my nightingales…
It’s not the whole yet.
A narrow neck keeps the bottle from being emptied in one swig.
Friday, August 12, 2005
Saturday, July 23, 2005
I Need You, My Blog!
Blogging is a strange stuff: you need it when you don’t feel needed by anyone else and it embraces you whole-heartedly and amicably with no sign of grievance.
Perhaps human being is the only creature of God to nurse a grievance. While I do try not to bear a grudge against anyone, but some people just die for being disliked by me and do whatever they can do just in order to see me down, because it is much easier to kick somebody when he is already down. Certainly, I am still trying to stick up for myself, but what makes it worse is that I’m getting indifferent towards whatever is going on in that bloody mad-house. A gang of losers is trying to punish and subdue loud voices. No doubt, they have to dream on and I still bear in my mind the axiom: everything and anything changes; because it has to…
Especially when you see a Pandora’s Box opened in the whole city and panic dictating your routine life, those little conspiracies in the mad-house look even more miserable and unimportant… I am just thinking loud now to convince myself in what I am saying. But I can feel a great sense of resentment inside while my hope for a change in the office has died… It died today actually. After my long and biting conversation with the person who was supposed to sort the problems out and to let the fresh air in. Disillusion is painful indeed.
On the other hand, London is getting mad too. It is almost broken without its main tube lines. Manhunt that started earlier today is still going on and as a reporter said today “by no means it is the end”, it’s rather just the beginning of a new era of terrorism and counter-terrorism in this beautiful land. A man was shot dead this morning within a train carriage in front of the passengers by policemen. They shoot at him five times. Because he ran away from them and they chased him into the Stockwell tube station. This is just a day after 4 explosions and blast attempts and 2 weeks after the bloody 7 July. The ghost of horror is hovering over the city and every Asian or black with a rucksack arouses suspicion. A good time for pathetic racists to let out their hatred on innocent ones.
Perhaps human being is the only creature of God to nurse a grievance. While I do try not to bear a grudge against anyone, but some people just die for being disliked by me and do whatever they can do just in order to see me down, because it is much easier to kick somebody when he is already down. Certainly, I am still trying to stick up for myself, but what makes it worse is that I’m getting indifferent towards whatever is going on in that bloody mad-house. A gang of losers is trying to punish and subdue loud voices. No doubt, they have to dream on and I still bear in my mind the axiom: everything and anything changes; because it has to…
Especially when you see a Pandora’s Box opened in the whole city and panic dictating your routine life, those little conspiracies in the mad-house look even more miserable and unimportant… I am just thinking loud now to convince myself in what I am saying. But I can feel a great sense of resentment inside while my hope for a change in the office has died… It died today actually. After my long and biting conversation with the person who was supposed to sort the problems out and to let the fresh air in. Disillusion is painful indeed.
On the other hand, London is getting mad too. It is almost broken without its main tube lines. Manhunt that started earlier today is still going on and as a reporter said today “by no means it is the end”, it’s rather just the beginning of a new era of terrorism and counter-terrorism in this beautiful land. A man was shot dead this morning within a train carriage in front of the passengers by policemen. They shoot at him five times. Because he ran away from them and they chased him into the Stockwell tube station. This is just a day after 4 explosions and blast attempts and 2 weeks after the bloody 7 July. The ghost of horror is hovering over the city and every Asian or black with a rucksack arouses suspicion. A good time for pathetic racists to let out their hatred on innocent ones.
Leftover From A Trip
24 June 2005, Dushanbe-Moscow
A skinny little woman that unnaturally looks older than her real age is sitting beside me with 3 of her toddlers. Out of a sudden all of them started a loud crying symphony and put their mother in an unpleasant situation. She is going to St-Petersburg to visit her husband – one of many thousands Tajik labour migrants in Russia. I was wondering how she would manage to get to Petersburg from Moscow by herself with 3 little crying kids, while she merely speaks a couple of Russian words and she wears national Tajik long sleeved clothes. No doubt, she would suffer from annoying Russian check points within and outside the airport with their humiliating behaviour and tone. Because she is a Tajik in Moscow and that’s written on her face and she is defenceless with three kids…
I am a Tajik too and it is written on my top. For the first time in my life I saw a T-shirt with that sort of patriotic writing in Tajikistan with a beautiful map of the country. My dearest friend found and bought it for me and I am terribly obliged to her for such a perfect gift. Just imagine: walking with a “Tajikistan” T-shirt in Moscow, Zurich and London! People would look at me first with confusion, and then at least they would memorize the sweet name of a beautiful piece of land behind one of the highest altitudes of the world: Tajikistan… Such a pleasant feeling!
Meanwhile, an ageing Tupolov-154 is increasing the geographical distance between me and my beloved piece of land whereas the hearty distance between us is diminishing so vividly. Four weeks I inhaled its perfect air and suffered under (rather enjoyed) its hot and burning Sun. I can feel how my love deep inside is growing to a bigger feeling towards the God-forgotten land whose continuous prosperity is my eternal pink dream.
A skinny little woman that unnaturally looks older than her real age is sitting beside me with 3 of her toddlers. Out of a sudden all of them started a loud crying symphony and put their mother in an unpleasant situation. She is going to St-Petersburg to visit her husband – one of many thousands Tajik labour migrants in Russia. I was wondering how she would manage to get to Petersburg from Moscow by herself with 3 little crying kids, while she merely speaks a couple of Russian words and she wears national Tajik long sleeved clothes. No doubt, she would suffer from annoying Russian check points within and outside the airport with their humiliating behaviour and tone. Because she is a Tajik in Moscow and that’s written on her face and she is defenceless with three kids…
I am a Tajik too and it is written on my top. For the first time in my life I saw a T-shirt with that sort of patriotic writing in Tajikistan with a beautiful map of the country. My dearest friend found and bought it for me and I am terribly obliged to her for such a perfect gift. Just imagine: walking with a “Tajikistan” T-shirt in Moscow, Zurich and London! People would look at me first with confusion, and then at least they would memorize the sweet name of a beautiful piece of land behind one of the highest altitudes of the world: Tajikistan… Such a pleasant feeling!
Meanwhile, an ageing Tupolov-154 is increasing the geographical distance between me and my beloved piece of land whereas the hearty distance between us is diminishing so vividly. Four weeks I inhaled its perfect air and suffered under (rather enjoyed) its hot and burning Sun. I can feel how my love deep inside is growing to a bigger feeling towards the God-forgotten land whose continuous prosperity is my eternal pink dream.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
The Wind of Change
Life is going on in here and the wind of change is still blowing away the remainder of the past. However, you will not be terribly surprised, if you haven’t been here for the last ten years.
But I was pleasantly shocked by brand new cashpoints in Dushanbe streets! I saw 2 of them installed as openly as in London, not behind walls and windows as in Prague.
I rushed towards the first one as soon as Shamsi showed it to me and embraced the cold device firmly hammered in the wall; the device was innocently blinking and inviting confused passers-by in three languages (Persian, English and Russian) to insert their cards. Many cannot get the message yet: what sort of cards? What for and so on.
I remember how a guy was asking me if I'd won a lottery, while I was getting my own money from the Supermarket (CUM) cashpoint…
Gotta go now. Hope to get back to my Dushanbe travelogue one day…
But I was pleasantly shocked by brand new cashpoints in Dushanbe streets! I saw 2 of them installed as openly as in London, not behind walls and windows as in Prague.
I rushed towards the first one as soon as Shamsi showed it to me and embraced the cold device firmly hammered in the wall; the device was innocently blinking and inviting confused passers-by in three languages (Persian, English and Russian) to insert their cards. Many cannot get the message yet: what sort of cards? What for and so on.
I remember how a guy was asking me if I'd won a lottery, while I was getting my own money from the Supermarket (CUM) cashpoint…
Gotta go now. Hope to get back to my Dushanbe travelogue one day…
Sunday, May 29, 2005
A Sky Sketch... Jak se mat, pritel?
Our Czech Airlines Boing-737 pointed the sky with its sharp nose and flied over as a proud eagle. Green fields of the Prague outskirts were running backward as if depicting how fast the globe spins around in reality that we don’t happen to feel in our routine life.
But today isn’t too cloudy. It was even a bit too hot in Prague, so that I had to add some three more kilograms to my luggage by leaving my warm jacket in the bag. However, for the first time in my life (at least as far as I remember) I didn’t have to pay for excess luggage.
Yeah, it’s not cloudy even now when I’m typing these words on board. Just a few of white clouds swimming in the skies, that’s why our take off wasn’t too shaky. I can perfectly see the beautiful face of our Homeland – the Earth. I can see long and winding roads covered its body like arteries and veins. But I am too high to see the blood in the veins, I mean any moving objects on the roads that divide square-like settlements and pass across fields and no-man areas. And I am too far to distinguish the curving edge of the Earth that has merged and converged with horizon. Some pieces of white clouds resemble king size beds and make me feel like jumping on them and take good rest after 4 days of a busy trip. I can’t believe that I could penetrate them. They look very firm and dense and convincing. Thanks God, the windows are shut for good!
I am leaving Prague with marvellous memories of a town filled with beauty and politeness. ‘Dobry den’, ‘Dekuju’ & ‘Na shledanou’ would make a day for you in Prague. They are really magic words to be used everywhere and with anyone in Prague. A city defeated by many tribes, armies and empires. An easy prey for occupiers. They have never tried to fight against usurpers in order to keep their dazzling capital to prosper on. Nowadays one can see Hungarian, French, German, Austrian, Russian and Soviet cultural traces in Prague’s architecture and painting and that makes it even more mysterious and beautiful. Karluv most (Charles’ Bridge) over the dark Vltava resembled Moscow’s Arbat to me. And Russian could be heard all across the town with Russian-speaking shop-keepers, painters and tourists.
I was amazed by the quiet nature of the Czech people: how could the makers of the finest beer in the world be so easy going and noiseless. But last night I saw a herd of drunken desperados shouting, swearing, peeing and farting (anyway it sounded like someone was farting) as if the city was there bathroom. I approached them for a little research of rare species of the town. And would you believe me? They were swearing in London accent and no word in Czech. Desperate beer-thirsty English youth!
Prague is a mixture of Eastern and Western Europe. And Czech people are a mild polite but cold nation with a sort of embarrassment or complex of inferiority in front of a Western European, whereas unaware of their own assets and Western pitfalls. That was my short conclusion. But by and large I like Prague, I like Czechs and I like their language.
But today isn’t too cloudy. It was even a bit too hot in Prague, so that I had to add some three more kilograms to my luggage by leaving my warm jacket in the bag. However, for the first time in my life (at least as far as I remember) I didn’t have to pay for excess luggage.
Yeah, it’s not cloudy even now when I’m typing these words on board. Just a few of white clouds swimming in the skies, that’s why our take off wasn’t too shaky. I can perfectly see the beautiful face of our Homeland – the Earth. I can see long and winding roads covered its body like arteries and veins. But I am too high to see the blood in the veins, I mean any moving objects on the roads that divide square-like settlements and pass across fields and no-man areas. And I am too far to distinguish the curving edge of the Earth that has merged and converged with horizon. Some pieces of white clouds resemble king size beds and make me feel like jumping on them and take good rest after 4 days of a busy trip. I can’t believe that I could penetrate them. They look very firm and dense and convincing. Thanks God, the windows are shut for good!
I am leaving Prague with marvellous memories of a town filled with beauty and politeness. ‘Dobry den’, ‘Dekuju’ & ‘Na shledanou’ would make a day for you in Prague. They are really magic words to be used everywhere and with anyone in Prague. A city defeated by many tribes, armies and empires. An easy prey for occupiers. They have never tried to fight against usurpers in order to keep their dazzling capital to prosper on. Nowadays one can see Hungarian, French, German, Austrian, Russian and Soviet cultural traces in Prague’s architecture and painting and that makes it even more mysterious and beautiful. Karluv most (Charles’ Bridge) over the dark Vltava resembled Moscow’s Arbat to me. And Russian could be heard all across the town with Russian-speaking shop-keepers, painters and tourists.
I was amazed by the quiet nature of the Czech people: how could the makers of the finest beer in the world be so easy going and noiseless. But last night I saw a herd of drunken desperados shouting, swearing, peeing and farting (anyway it sounded like someone was farting) as if the city was there bathroom. I approached them for a little research of rare species of the town. And would you believe me? They were swearing in London accent and no word in Czech. Desperate beer-thirsty English youth!
Prague is a mixture of Eastern and Western Europe. And Czech people are a mild polite but cold nation with a sort of embarrassment or complex of inferiority in front of a Western European, whereas unaware of their own assets and Western pitfalls. That was my short conclusion. But by and large I like Prague, I like Czechs and I like their language.
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Poetic Night Challenges Despair
Ба М. Пагох, ки ба колбуди илхомам даме тоза дамид
Шабе, ки гусса гиребони ман гирифту фишурд
Маро чаковаки озоди шеър бони шуд
Хушо саъодати дидор бо аниси газал
Тилисми гусса бипошиду шеърхони шуд
به م. پگاه که به کالبد الهامم دمي تازه دميد
شبي که غصه گريببان من گرفت و فشرد
مرا چکاوک آزاد شعر باني شد
خوشا سعادت ديدار با انيس غزل
طلسم غصه بپاشيد و شعرخواني شد
London
24/04/05
03:00
Шабе, ки гусса гиребони ман гирифту фишурд
Маро чаковаки озоди шеър бони шуд
Хушо саъодати дидор бо аниси газал
Тилисми гусса бипошиду шеърхони шуд
به م. پگاه که به کالبد الهامم دمي تازه دميد
شبي که غصه گريببان من گرفت و فشرد
مرا چکاوک آزاد شعر باني شد
خوشا سعادت ديدار با انيس غزل
طلسم غصه بپاشيد و شعرخواني شد
London
24/04/05
03:00
Monday, April 18, 2005
The Final Feather For Today
Хоб дидам, хамнафас, имшаб
Коби андухи чашмхоятро
Ламс кардам бо диле ларзон
Хачми торики хашмхоятро
خواب ديدم، همنفس، امشب
قاب اندوه چشمهايت را
لمس کردم با دلي لرزان
حجم تاريک خشمهايت را
Дарди сангини дили хубат
Бо касоват хамлаам мекард...
Биркаи ашкат маро балъид
Гум шудам дар интихои дард
درد سنگين دل خوبت
با قساوت حمله ام مي کرد
برکه اشکت مرا بلعيد
گم شدم در انتهاي درد
Эй ки лабхандат бахори буд
Буи талхи хазон меори
Бо нигохи сарди поизи
Рихвати човидон меори
اي که لبخندت بهاري بود
بوي تلخ خزان مي آري
با نگاه سرد پاييزي
رخوت جاودان مي آري
Эй ки бе ту сарои ман холи!
Пургунохам пеши чашмонат
Боз хохи дид бо лабханд
Бар рухи марди пашимонат?
اي که بي تو سراي من خالي
پرگناهم پيش چشمانت
باز خواهي ديد با لبخند
بر رخ مرد پشيمانت؟
London
18/04/05
04:34am
Коби андухи чашмхоятро
Ламс кардам бо диле ларзон
Хачми торики хашмхоятро
خواب ديدم، همنفس، امشب
قاب اندوه چشمهايت را
لمس کردم با دلي لرزان
حجم تاريک خشمهايت را
Дарди сангини дили хубат
Бо касоват хамлаам мекард...
Биркаи ашкат маро балъид
Гум шудам дар интихои дард
درد سنگين دل خوبت
با قساوت حمله ام مي کرد
برکه اشکت مرا بلعيد
گم شدم در انتهاي درد
Эй ки лабхандат бахори буд
Буи талхи хазон меори
Бо нигохи сарди поизи
Рихвати човидон меори
اي که لبخندت بهاري بود
بوي تلخ خزان مي آري
با نگاه سرد پاييزي
رخوت جاودان مي آري
Эй ки бе ту сарои ман холи!
Пургунохам пеши чашмонат
Боз хохи дид бо лабханд
Бар рухи марди пашимонат?
اي که بي تو سراي من خالي
پرگناهم پيش چشمانت
باز خواهي ديد با لبخند
بر رخ مرد پشيمانت؟
London
18/04/05
04:34am
The Third Feather of Inspiration
Шахри ман пушти хамон кухи буланд аст
Хамон!
Модаре хаст он чо
Пур аз буи бихишт
Тобиши шуълаи хуршед аз уст
Мохро мехри мунираш ба фазо меорад
Гул бари дидани у меруяд
Осмон гуссаи у меборад
Лола бо шодии у механдад
Булбул аз киссаи у мегуяд
Модаре хаст ба покии Худо...
شهر من پشت همان کوه بلند است
همان!
مادری هست آنجا
پر از بوی بهشت
تابش شعله خورشيد از اوست
ماه را مهر منيرش به فضا می آرد
گل بر ديدن او می رويد
آسمان غصه او می بارد
لاله با شادی او می خندد
بلبل از قصه او می گويد
مادری هست به پاکی خدا...
Модаре
Пушти хамон кухи буланд
Чашмбарох
Куххо дасти дуъои уянд
Чашмахо замзамаи сураи девандозаш
مادری
پشت همان کوه بلند
چشم براه
کوهها دست دعای اويند
چشمه ها زمزمه سوره ديو اندازش
Модаре хаст, ки пахнои замин
Сурати калби чахонгири уст
Он бузургахтари рахшон ба фазо
Ки ба у менигарад
Чашми уммеди равони модари пири уст
Модаре хаст, ки номуси Худост
مادری هست که پهنای زمين
صورت قلب جهانگير اوست
آن بزرگ اختر رخشان به فضا
چشم اميد روان مادر پير اوست
مادری هست که ناموس خداست
Хадаф аз халки башар у буда
Боги пурбори Худоро
Бехтарин бору самар у буда
هدف از خلق بشر او بوده
باغ پربار خدا را
بهترين بار و ثمر او بوده
Модаре хаст, ки буд
Модаре хаст, ки хаст
Модаре хаст, ки то чархи замин мегардад
Хохад монд.
مادری هست که بود
مادری هست که هست
مادری هست که تا چرخ زمين می گردد
خواهد ماند
London
18/04/05
03:19am
Хамон!
Модаре хаст он чо
Пур аз буи бихишт
Тобиши шуълаи хуршед аз уст
Мохро мехри мунираш ба фазо меорад
Гул бари дидани у меруяд
Осмон гуссаи у меборад
Лола бо шодии у механдад
Булбул аз киссаи у мегуяд
Модаре хаст ба покии Худо...
شهر من پشت همان کوه بلند است
همان!
مادری هست آنجا
پر از بوی بهشت
تابش شعله خورشيد از اوست
ماه را مهر منيرش به فضا می آرد
گل بر ديدن او می رويد
آسمان غصه او می بارد
لاله با شادی او می خندد
بلبل از قصه او می گويد
مادری هست به پاکی خدا...
Модаре
Пушти хамон кухи буланд
Чашмбарох
Куххо дасти дуъои уянд
Чашмахо замзамаи сураи девандозаш
مادری
پشت همان کوه بلند
چشم براه
کوهها دست دعای اويند
چشمه ها زمزمه سوره ديو اندازش
Модаре хаст, ки пахнои замин
Сурати калби чахонгири уст
Он бузургахтари рахшон ба фазо
Ки ба у менигарад
Чашми уммеди равони модари пири уст
Модаре хаст, ки номуси Худост
مادری هست که پهنای زمين
صورت قلب جهانگير اوست
آن بزرگ اختر رخشان به فضا
چشم اميد روان مادر پير اوست
مادری هست که ناموس خداست
Хадаф аз халки башар у буда
Боги пурбори Худоро
Бехтарин бору самар у буда
هدف از خلق بشر او بوده
باغ پربار خدا را
بهترين بار و ثمر او بوده
Модаре хаст, ки буд
Модаре хаст, ки хаст
Модаре хаст, ки то чархи замин мегардад
Хохад монд.
مادری هست که بود
مادری هست که هست
مادری هست که تا چرخ زمين می گردد
خواهد ماند
London
18/04/05
03:19am
The Second Feather of Inspiration
Хумори дуди захрогин
мекашад бозам
Оташак медурахшид дуздида
Фикри хоме барои дилдори –
Бо ту захри замон даво созам
خمار دود زهرآگين
می کشد بازم
آتشک می درخشد دزديده
فکر خامی برای دلداری –
با تو زهر زمان دوا سازم
Тик-тики соъати девори хамуш
Мекашад бори сахти танхои
Бо гурур
Мебарад акнуни маро
Ману хона ва шахри хобида
Савори сонияхо
تيک تيک ساعت ديوار خموش
می کشد بار سخت تنهايی
با غرور
می برد اکنون مرا
من و خانه و شهر خوابيده
سوار ثانيه ها
Ёхтахо масти сигор мемиранд
Тозахо чои кухан мегиранд
Акраба метозад...
ياخته ها مست سيگار می ميرند
تازه ها جای کهن می گيرند
عقربه می تازد...
Чашми оина хамуш
Касеро хавасе нест канораш бошад
То ба у
Радди он акраба бар сурати худ бинмояд...
چشم آيينه خموش
کسی را هوسی نيست کنارش باشد
تا به او
رد آن عقربه بر صورت خود بنمايد...
London
18/04/05
02:21am
мекашад бозам
Оташак медурахшид дуздида
Фикри хоме барои дилдори –
Бо ту захри замон даво созам
خمار دود زهرآگين
می کشد بازم
آتشک می درخشد دزديده
فکر خامی برای دلداری –
با تو زهر زمان دوا سازم
Тик-тики соъати девори хамуш
Мекашад бори сахти танхои
Бо гурур
Мебарад акнуни маро
Ману хона ва шахри хобида
Савори сонияхо
تيک تيک ساعت ديوار خموش
می کشد بار سخت تنهايی
با غرور
می برد اکنون مرا
من و خانه و شهر خوابيده
سوار ثانيه ها
Ёхтахо масти сигор мемиранд
Тозахо чои кухан мегиранд
Акраба метозад...
ياخته ها مست سيگار می ميرند
تازه ها جای کهن می گيرند
عقربه می تازد...
Чашми оина хамуш
Касеро хавасе нест канораш бошад
То ба у
Радди он акраба бар сурати худ бинмояд...
چشم آيينه خموش
کسی را هوسی نيست کنارش باشد
تا به او
رد آن عقربه بر صورت خود بنمايد...
London
18/04/05
02:21am
Awakened Persian Inspiration
Рузгорест синаам пуч аст
Чашми афкори тираам луч аст
روزگاري است سينه ام پوچ است
چشم افکار تيره ام لوچ است
Лолахо дар сароб хушкида
Ахтарон бо шахоб галтида
لاله ها در سراب خشکيده
اختران با شهاب غلطيده
Ёхтахои танам пашимон аст
Ки даруни харими вайрон аст
ياخته هاي تنم پشيمان است
که درون حريم ويران است
Сарнишини осонсури торих
Кубида мисли баргае бо мех
سرنشين آسانسور تاريخ
کوبيده مثل برگه اي با ميخ
Бод аз ламси ман гурезон аст
Шуълаи ломпи ман чи сузон аст!
باد از لمس من گريزان است
شعله لامپ من چه سوزان است
На тавони ба ломп ёзидан
Ва на имкони чон бозидан
نه توان به لامپ يازيدن
و نه امکان جان بازيدن
Дугмаи «ист»-и он нопайдост,
На «олорм»-е ба сохибаш, ки Худост
دگمه "ايست" آن ناپيداست
نه "آلارم"-ي به صاحبش که خداست
На Суруше барад паёмамро
Мочарохои субху шомамро
نه سروشي برد پيامم را
ماجرا هاي صبح و شامم را
Хар чи овоз – касидаи бим аст
Хама “we got him” ва “killed him” аст
هر چه آواز - قصيده بيم است
همه
"we got him" و
"killed him"
است
Кахкароист сайри ин мошин
Аз буландо равонаи поин
قهقرايي است سير اين ماشين
از بلندا روانه پايين
Мушхо мекашанд танобашро
Пашшахо баста чашму бобашро
موشها مي کشند تنابش را
پشه بسته چشم بابش را...
London
18/04/05
Чашми афкори тираам луч аст
روزگاري است سينه ام پوچ است
چشم افکار تيره ام لوچ است
Лолахо дар сароб хушкида
Ахтарон бо шахоб галтида
لاله ها در سراب خشکيده
اختران با شهاب غلطيده
Ёхтахои танам пашимон аст
Ки даруни харими вайрон аст
ياخته هاي تنم پشيمان است
که درون حريم ويران است
Сарнишини осонсури торих
Кубида мисли баргае бо мех
سرنشين آسانسور تاريخ
کوبيده مثل برگه اي با ميخ
Бод аз ламси ман гурезон аст
Шуълаи ломпи ман чи сузон аст!
باد از لمس من گريزان است
شعله لامپ من چه سوزان است
На тавони ба ломп ёзидан
Ва на имкони чон бозидан
نه توان به لامپ يازيدن
و نه امکان جان بازيدن
Дугмаи «ист»-и он нопайдост,
На «олорм»-е ба сохибаш, ки Худост
دگمه "ايست" آن ناپيداست
نه "آلارم"-ي به صاحبش که خداست
На Суруше барад паёмамро
Мочарохои субху шомамро
نه سروشي برد پيامم را
ماجرا هاي صبح و شامم را
Хар чи овоз – касидаи бим аст
Хама “we got him” ва “killed him” аст
هر چه آواز - قصيده بيم است
همه
"we got him" و
"killed him"
است
Кахкароист сайри ин мошин
Аз буландо равонаи поин
قهقرايي است سير اين ماشين
از بلندا روانه پايين
Мушхо мекашанд танобашро
Пашшахо баста чашму бобашро
موشها مي کشند تنابش را
پشه بسته چشم بابش را...
London
18/04/05
Friday, April 15, 2005
Lost Hats and Stolen Thrones
It’s drizzling out there and I am happy to be indoors to enjoy my poetic mood rather than being under the rain and moaning about my absent-mindedness that I have lost the second black nylon hat during last couple of months on a train and both of them were from a dear friend of mine…
I have disappeared for a while, I know, and I do feel guilty for that. At least here, in my Thoughtland, I should have appeared more frequently just to let you and myself know that my head is still able to use its brain and there are some thoughts hidden indeed. But I couldn’t find them in my painfully obscure brain during these days…
I don’t know what happened, but strangely for myself I could see how the clouds of obscurity started getting dispersed and going away and the atmosphere resumed pushing my chest to breathe deeper and forced my eyes to see colours other than black.
I even decided to wipe the thick dust off my radio receiver (a gift from another friend of mine) and replace its rusted batteries to make it speak again.
Throughout those bleak days of obscurity I was silently watching dramatic events in my region. (By “silently” I mean my mental state, otherwise I was shouting and moving in the office.)
The most democratic leader in Central Asia fell down of his throne and ran away as soon as he fell. (By “the most democratic” I mean comparatively open society in the region. I don’t want to give you any illusions of real democracy in that part of the world. Because the real one does not exist in the contemporary world at all, let alone my remote region).
I talked to him, the overthrown monarch that apparently had an intention to root himself and his dynasty to the throne by promoting his siblings – son and daughter – to seize the seats in the parliament. I could feel the sound of remorse trembling in his academically thoughtful words. He was not the same Askar Akayev anymore. Otherwise I couldn’t get him just like that over the phone. He had no hope to regain his authority. It was gone for good and he could realize it. The only thing he was asking for was a certain respect to his historic personality and guaranteed return to his homeland. Respect was given afterwards, but his return is not guaranteed yet.
Firstly, all experts pointed at the US again: the evil empire is spreading its branches in Central Asia and another mushroom-like pro-American regime was born. Even Akayev was certain that “the tulip revolution” was planned by America, namely by its Ambassador to Bishkek, Stephen Young. He prompted me to find the plan in the Internet and I did. The document did really have Young’s signature underneath. Of course, the accusation was firmly denied by Mr Young in Bishkek.
However, nowadays I can hear more whispers about Russia’s role in the Kyrgyz “revolution”. As if Russia just didn’t want to seat and wait until another “pro-American” revolution will overthrow a pro-Moscow regime in the region. Putin has decided to do that himself just by replacing one amicable partner with another one. Surprisingly, current affairs in Kyrgyzstan and early statements of Bakiev (the new Kyrgyz leader) about Russia support this speculation convincingly.
If to believe to the plan purported to be the American plot against Akayev’s regime that coincides with the whole process of the events in Bishkek and its consequences, the incumbent regime in Tajikistan will be the next government to be washed away by the tide of “velvet revolutions” in ex-Soviet empire, followed by Kazakhstan and Uzbekistan.
According to another hypothesis, that plan could have been drafted by Moscow and fraudulently “has been signed” by Stephen Young. Otherwise how to explain unexpected release of the Tajik Democrats’ leader Mohammadruzi Iskandarov in Moscow, whereas he was detained by Russian special forces at Dushanbe’s request 4 months back to face extradition to Tajik authorities? And as soon as he gets freed, in a letter of gratitude to Putin he says: “Dear President! You gave me freedom and I will try to return it to my people!” and starts chanting revolutionary slogans in his interviews and frankly wishing about the repetition of the Kyrgyz scenario in Tajikistan.
Can you really imagine that anything would change in that static country? I know that the picture looks too hopeless, but who could predict what happened in Kyrgyzstan before it did? Even the main factors of the change of power in Kyrgyzstan, as it was put by the leaders of the revolution, are obvious in Tajikistan too: annoying poverty and wide-spread corruption.
I refrain myself from any sort of predictions, but I have some feelings indeed. Something is approaching and something, or even maybe everything, will change in my country too. Just because it has to. Everything changes and Tajikistan is not an exemption. It is a part of the process of evolution too.
Tajikistan is crying for a change, otherwise we will lose it for good. No, no! I am by no means exaggerating, dear!
I have disappeared for a while, I know, and I do feel guilty for that. At least here, in my Thoughtland, I should have appeared more frequently just to let you and myself know that my head is still able to use its brain and there are some thoughts hidden indeed. But I couldn’t find them in my painfully obscure brain during these days…
I don’t know what happened, but strangely for myself I could see how the clouds of obscurity started getting dispersed and going away and the atmosphere resumed pushing my chest to breathe deeper and forced my eyes to see colours other than black.
I even decided to wipe the thick dust off my radio receiver (a gift from another friend of mine) and replace its rusted batteries to make it speak again.
Throughout those bleak days of obscurity I was silently watching dramatic events in my region. (By “silently” I mean my mental state, otherwise I was shouting and moving in the office.)
The most democratic leader in Central Asia fell down of his throne and ran away as soon as he fell. (By “the most democratic” I mean comparatively open society in the region. I don’t want to give you any illusions of real democracy in that part of the world. Because the real one does not exist in the contemporary world at all, let alone my remote region).
I talked to him, the overthrown monarch that apparently had an intention to root himself and his dynasty to the throne by promoting his siblings – son and daughter – to seize the seats in the parliament. I could feel the sound of remorse trembling in his academically thoughtful words. He was not the same Askar Akayev anymore. Otherwise I couldn’t get him just like that over the phone. He had no hope to regain his authority. It was gone for good and he could realize it. The only thing he was asking for was a certain respect to his historic personality and guaranteed return to his homeland. Respect was given afterwards, but his return is not guaranteed yet.
Firstly, all experts pointed at the US again: the evil empire is spreading its branches in Central Asia and another mushroom-like pro-American regime was born. Even Akayev was certain that “the tulip revolution” was planned by America, namely by its Ambassador to Bishkek, Stephen Young. He prompted me to find the plan in the Internet and I did. The document did really have Young’s signature underneath. Of course, the accusation was firmly denied by Mr Young in Bishkek.
However, nowadays I can hear more whispers about Russia’s role in the Kyrgyz “revolution”. As if Russia just didn’t want to seat and wait until another “pro-American” revolution will overthrow a pro-Moscow regime in the region. Putin has decided to do that himself just by replacing one amicable partner with another one. Surprisingly, current affairs in Kyrgyzstan and early statements of Bakiev (the new Kyrgyz leader) about Russia support this speculation convincingly.
If to believe to the plan purported to be the American plot against Akayev’s regime that coincides with the whole process of the events in Bishkek and its consequences, the incumbent regime in Tajikistan will be the next government to be washed away by the tide of “velvet revolutions” in ex-Soviet empire, followed by Kazakhstan and Uzbekistan.
According to another hypothesis, that plan could have been drafted by Moscow and fraudulently “has been signed” by Stephen Young. Otherwise how to explain unexpected release of the Tajik Democrats’ leader Mohammadruzi Iskandarov in Moscow, whereas he was detained by Russian special forces at Dushanbe’s request 4 months back to face extradition to Tajik authorities? And as soon as he gets freed, in a letter of gratitude to Putin he says: “Dear President! You gave me freedom and I will try to return it to my people!” and starts chanting revolutionary slogans in his interviews and frankly wishing about the repetition of the Kyrgyz scenario in Tajikistan.
Can you really imagine that anything would change in that static country? I know that the picture looks too hopeless, but who could predict what happened in Kyrgyzstan before it did? Even the main factors of the change of power in Kyrgyzstan, as it was put by the leaders of the revolution, are obvious in Tajikistan too: annoying poverty and wide-spread corruption.
I refrain myself from any sort of predictions, but I have some feelings indeed. Something is approaching and something, or even maybe everything, will change in my country too. Just because it has to. Everything changes and Tajikistan is not an exemption. It is a part of the process of evolution too.
Tajikistan is crying for a change, otherwise we will lose it for good. No, no! I am by no means exaggerating, dear!
Friday, March 04, 2005
A Bedtime Story For Anoush
Tonight I overheard Anoush asking her Mum to read a bedtime story and they left the room together. I thought what I would have tolf her, if she would have asked me for a story tonight...
Once upon a time there was a dreamy boy full of life, with love to the life and a life twisted with love in a most remote corner of the forgotten part of the world, behind a highest mountain chain of the globe. To him anything was accessible, everything available and all existing knowledge achievable (Since he was far beyond realities, he really believed in his human power). He could see the hedges and fences around, but did never look at them indeed. He preferred to fly over them without giving them a minor honour to be seen by him. He was a tiny being, but too big to himself. Too ambitious with a huge store of pink dreams in his mind.
His continuous and spontaneous successes in different aspects of his life provided him with a stronger pair of wings to fly higher and higher over the mountains to eventually leave them behind in order to recollect them again with a bitter taste of nostalgia in his mind.
He grew up in a self-confident self-concentrated self-believer with sometimes destructively high self-esteem.
However, suddenly far away from the mountains on flat, noisy but cosy valleys the only thing he could see around was a successive chain of mountains and the spirit of Angra Mainyu started hovering over him turning him from a well-wisher into a fighter.
He had never anticipated seeing those tremendous obstacles in the valleys. He had been told about a flat piece of the Earth where one could walk as far as he could, see as much as he wanted and talk as much as his tongue was able to articulate. But now the invisible mountains were threateningly tightening around him, the clouds turning into heavy smog to obstruct his vision and bees were set up to sting his tongue whenever he dares to open his mouth.
Whereas deprived from seeing visually he managed to enhance his internal vision and realized how silly he was to believe the fairy-tales he used to enjoy listening to back behind the physical mountains. The fairy-tales about the valleys. He suddenly realized how much he needs those visible mountains that used to recharge him with fresh power of imagination. He decided to hide behind those mountains and again believe in the valley fairy-tales. Anyway, it was a more pleasant existence…
But he still had some remains of self-esteem to refrain him from acknowledging his defeat. The image of his native mountains started building up the lost part of his self-confidence and he decided to stop seeing the invisible mountains around and suddenly they started fading in his vision… Fading very slowly though…
Now go to bed, Anoush-jan. I’ll tell you the rest later on.
Once upon a time there was a dreamy boy full of life, with love to the life and a life twisted with love in a most remote corner of the forgotten part of the world, behind a highest mountain chain of the globe. To him anything was accessible, everything available and all existing knowledge achievable (Since he was far beyond realities, he really believed in his human power). He could see the hedges and fences around, but did never look at them indeed. He preferred to fly over them without giving them a minor honour to be seen by him. He was a tiny being, but too big to himself. Too ambitious with a huge store of pink dreams in his mind.
His continuous and spontaneous successes in different aspects of his life provided him with a stronger pair of wings to fly higher and higher over the mountains to eventually leave them behind in order to recollect them again with a bitter taste of nostalgia in his mind.
He grew up in a self-confident self-concentrated self-believer with sometimes destructively high self-esteem.
However, suddenly far away from the mountains on flat, noisy but cosy valleys the only thing he could see around was a successive chain of mountains and the spirit of Angra Mainyu started hovering over him turning him from a well-wisher into a fighter.
He had never anticipated seeing those tremendous obstacles in the valleys. He had been told about a flat piece of the Earth where one could walk as far as he could, see as much as he wanted and talk as much as his tongue was able to articulate. But now the invisible mountains were threateningly tightening around him, the clouds turning into heavy smog to obstruct his vision and bees were set up to sting his tongue whenever he dares to open his mouth.
Whereas deprived from seeing visually he managed to enhance his internal vision and realized how silly he was to believe the fairy-tales he used to enjoy listening to back behind the physical mountains. The fairy-tales about the valleys. He suddenly realized how much he needs those visible mountains that used to recharge him with fresh power of imagination. He decided to hide behind those mountains and again believe in the valley fairy-tales. Anyway, it was a more pleasant existence…
But he still had some remains of self-esteem to refrain him from acknowledging his defeat. The image of his native mountains started building up the lost part of his self-confidence and he decided to stop seeing the invisible mountains around and suddenly they started fading in his vision… Fading very slowly though…
Now go to bed, Anoush-jan. I’ll tell you the rest later on.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Snow, Planes and Sharks
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
13'00
010305
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
13'00
010305
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...
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Farewell
The most dovish member of the US ruling machine (i.e. its external caterpillar) is leaving his post. The only person who did not agree with mad hawkish ideas of CBR (Cheney-Bush-Rumsfeld), but finally had to agree with the vampires and became one of them. Presumably one of 3 vampires (or all of them with one accord) had stung him too deeply, so that he appeared in the UN GA ill-starred session with his lie-coated report on WMD in Iraq. He even was equipped with all necessary satellite pictures of the Saddam’s maleficent belongings. His lie-based speech caused a big incurable scar on his profile and he joined the vampires for good.
Good bye, C. Powell! I am sorry that you’ve lost your dignity under the temptation to keep your bloody portfolio.
Good bye, C. Powell! I am sorry that you’ve lost your dignity under the temptation to keep your bloody portfolio.
Monday, November 15, 2004
Pitiful Imperialists
It is really outrageous to see how some cruel brainless imperialists are trying to take an advantage of a grief-stricken Iraqi girl’s blog! Just a couple of days ago she’s lost her beloved relative – her sister’s father-in-law and wants to share her sorrow with the people around the globe. But they are coming forward with stupid words like “freedom is worth to sacrifice”, “tomorrow will be brighter with us behind you”, “yesterday we saved you from Saddam’s hands and tomorrow we will bring peace and freedom to you”, “I wish I could take you to our safe place”…
They have destroyed her hometown (Mosul) and now they want to offer her to go to their place; as a guest, of course, who should feel obliged to them for good. It seems according to their imperialistic theory, there should be just one safe haven in the world and it shouldn’t be anything else, but America. The rest of the world must be destroyed, destabilized distorted and retard. Everybody has to feel inferior to the Greatest Country with Smallest Brains in the world.
She says that her relative got killed by 2 American bullets. But they cannot believe it. To them, Americans are angelic and not capable to kill innocent people. Human error? It can never happen with Americans. They are too clever and smart. Hostility? No way. They are the most civilized and polite people in the world… You know that baseless snobbism of the Greatest Evil, don’t you? Usually I laugh at their helpless arrogance, but now I feel very angry, just because they dare to use a little girl’s sad topic to humiliate Iraqi nation and non-Americans. They shamelessly pretend to feel sorry for her and demonstrate their fake snobbish compassion to her…
I have invited them to chat with me here or in Bushism. I doubt that any of them will turn up. Most of them who swear at me are Anonymous, which means “with no balls”.
We’ll see what happens. You can follow up Najma’s story at this crucial point of her life by yourself too. She’s just 16.
http://astarfrommosul.blogspot.com/
They have destroyed her hometown (Mosul) and now they want to offer her to go to their place; as a guest, of course, who should feel obliged to them for good. It seems according to their imperialistic theory, there should be just one safe haven in the world and it shouldn’t be anything else, but America. The rest of the world must be destroyed, destabilized distorted and retard. Everybody has to feel inferior to the Greatest Country with Smallest Brains in the world.
She says that her relative got killed by 2 American bullets. But they cannot believe it. To them, Americans are angelic and not capable to kill innocent people. Human error? It can never happen with Americans. They are too clever and smart. Hostility? No way. They are the most civilized and polite people in the world… You know that baseless snobbism of the Greatest Evil, don’t you? Usually I laugh at their helpless arrogance, but now I feel very angry, just because they dare to use a little girl’s sad topic to humiliate Iraqi nation and non-Americans. They shamelessly pretend to feel sorry for her and demonstrate their fake snobbish compassion to her…
I have invited them to chat with me here or in Bushism. I doubt that any of them will turn up. Most of them who swear at me are Anonymous, which means “with no balls”.
We’ll see what happens. You can follow up Najma’s story at this crucial point of her life by yourself too. She’s just 16.
http://astarfrommosul.blogspot.com/
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Who's Been Defeated?
I am getting rare in my own blog. Sorry for that. Just busy with packing and pre-travel duties.
However, probably some of my “friends” have been waiting for my opinion on Arafat’s funeral and, as one of them put it, “People are honoring this Terrorist, WHY?”
Just because people who are honoring him do not consider him a terrorist, let alone “the founder of the modern-day terrorism”.
Arafat was the only person who succeeded to turn his PLO into a dynamic movement to bring up the Palestinian question and put it forward to the world, to emphasize Israeli atrocities and calamities of the Palestinian refugees. He endured many years of exile, deprivation and factual house arrest, but he did not bend under inhuman pressure of his Israeli and American foes. He stood firmly loyal to his own and his nation’s ideas of liberty by accepting the right of existence of his rival state - Israel too.
He was the most secular leader of his nation and did not allow fanatic groups to alter his moderate policies. Furthermore hardliners as Al-Aqsa Brigade obeyed only him. He became the symbol of Palestiniam resistance and he has done a lot for Israelis too.
By accepting Israel’s right for existence in the region he was accused of treachery by many Palestinian, Arab or Muslim groups and governments. But peaceful co-existence was his greatest ideal and he did not surrender. That’s why people, regardless to their nations, glorify them.
Another factor is wide-spreading global anti-American feeling. Many enemies of America & its marionette state of Israel are getting even more popular than before and in various parts of the world. So that if you condemn Tony Blair today, the world will love him tomorrow. If you will praise Khamenei, the world will turn its back to him instantly. Just because the world is against you, didn’t you know that?
Will the world honour George Bush or Ariel Sharon’s carcasses in the same way? Will their dead bodies be brought to three countries and glorified by all three nations? Will anybody, except for their wives, shed a drop of tear for them? I know that even you doubt it and save your precious tears for a more worthy occasion, my neo-fascist American dudes.
I was sharing my view with my friends for the last couple of days that Arafat’s death was a victory for Palestinians – a victory they have never dreamt of.
Arafat had served as an excuse for Israeli government to breach the laws and to break their own words after each agreement. They used to accuse him of harbouring “terrorists” and encouraging them. Certainly with no proper evidence. Now they have lost the scape goat and again will they be revealed as the main obstruction on the road of the peace.
Secondly, Arafat’s death has unified different rival Palestinian factions and groups and has put the cornerstone of the Palestinian unity. Now Palestinians have got at least a shrine to guard and regard as a symbol of unity.
And finally, Palestine can exercise democratic principles by chosing its own leader. Undoubtedly, Arafat could have been elected its President whenever he wished due to his incredible popularity among Palestinian masses. But now Palestinians can elect their leader exculively based on the political and personal abilities of the candidates.
Therefore, dear Palestinians, keep your heads upright and go forward towards the light visible at the end of the tunnel.
However, probably some of my “friends” have been waiting for my opinion on Arafat’s funeral and, as one of them put it, “People are honoring this Terrorist, WHY?”
Just because people who are honoring him do not consider him a terrorist, let alone “the founder of the modern-day terrorism”.
Arafat was the only person who succeeded to turn his PLO into a dynamic movement to bring up the Palestinian question and put it forward to the world, to emphasize Israeli atrocities and calamities of the Palestinian refugees. He endured many years of exile, deprivation and factual house arrest, but he did not bend under inhuman pressure of his Israeli and American foes. He stood firmly loyal to his own and his nation’s ideas of liberty by accepting the right of existence of his rival state - Israel too.
He was the most secular leader of his nation and did not allow fanatic groups to alter his moderate policies. Furthermore hardliners as Al-Aqsa Brigade obeyed only him. He became the symbol of Palestiniam resistance and he has done a lot for Israelis too.
By accepting Israel’s right for existence in the region he was accused of treachery by many Palestinian, Arab or Muslim groups and governments. But peaceful co-existence was his greatest ideal and he did not surrender. That’s why people, regardless to their nations, glorify them.
Another factor is wide-spreading global anti-American feeling. Many enemies of America & its marionette state of Israel are getting even more popular than before and in various parts of the world. So that if you condemn Tony Blair today, the world will love him tomorrow. If you will praise Khamenei, the world will turn its back to him instantly. Just because the world is against you, didn’t you know that?
Will the world honour George Bush or Ariel Sharon’s carcasses in the same way? Will their dead bodies be brought to three countries and glorified by all three nations? Will anybody, except for their wives, shed a drop of tear for them? I know that even you doubt it and save your precious tears for a more worthy occasion, my neo-fascist American dudes.
I was sharing my view with my friends for the last couple of days that Arafat’s death was a victory for Palestinians – a victory they have never dreamt of.
Arafat had served as an excuse for Israeli government to breach the laws and to break their own words after each agreement. They used to accuse him of harbouring “terrorists” and encouraging them. Certainly with no proper evidence. Now they have lost the scape goat and again will they be revealed as the main obstruction on the road of the peace.
Secondly, Arafat’s death has unified different rival Palestinian factions and groups and has put the cornerstone of the Palestinian unity. Now Palestinians have got at least a shrine to guard and regard as a symbol of unity.
And finally, Palestine can exercise democratic principles by chosing its own leader. Undoubtedly, Arafat could have been elected its President whenever he wished due to his incredible popularity among Palestinian masses. But now Palestinians can elect their leader exculively based on the political and personal abilities of the candidates.
Therefore, dear Palestinians, keep your heads upright and go forward towards the light visible at the end of the tunnel.
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Listen To Them Closer!
No? If you go closer to their mouths you can hear the following gigglings and barkings:
The death of Yasser Arafat is a significant moment in Palestinians' history...
We hope that the future will bring peace and the fulfilment of the aspirations for an independent democratic Palestine that is at peace with its neighbours.
US President George W Bush
The recent events could be a historic turning point for the Middle East.
Israel is a country that seeks peace and will continue its efforts to reach a peace deal with the Palestinians without delay.
Israeli Prime Minister Ariel Sharon
(It is) good that the world is rid of him... The sun is shining in the Middle East.
Israeli Justice Minister Tommy Lapid
The death of Yasser Arafat is a significant moment in Palestinians' history...
We hope that the future will bring peace and the fulfilment of the aspirations for an independent democratic Palestine that is at peace with its neighbours.
US President George W Bush
The recent events could be a historic turning point for the Middle East.
Israel is a country that seeks peace and will continue its efforts to reach a peace deal with the Palestinians without delay.
Israeli Prime Minister Ariel Sharon
(It is) good that the world is rid of him... The sun is shining in the Middle East.
Israeli Justice Minister Tommy Lapid
I quit smoking, but Iraq is still burning
In Washington, the head of US terrorist network President George W Bush has praised the US-led forces in Falluja for their "hard work... for a free Iraq". Meanwhile, a Falluja inhabitant describes the city as completely damaged and says, “The Americans are bombing everywhere," adding that water and electricity had been cut off.
Ironically the US is trying to stabilize Iraq ahead of January’s poll by the Falluja massacre. The plight of 50 000 of its civilians out of its 300 000 pre-war population is unclear. Presumably they are going to present bleeding liberties for a free Iraq by victimizing 50 000 more civilians. Never mind. They are not American. Neither white Caucasian race even. They are Semite. What makes it worse is that they are Arab. And the word of “Arab” in Bush’s vocabulary has been pre-recorded by his makers as Untermensch.
The more I mull over Bush and Bushism and their unbelievably funny and sad adventures in the world, I get more convinced in the need of changing the complete political system in the US and eliminating the terrorist network altogether and liberating the world from the Biggest Evil. This is not only Bush or Clinton who can change the weather in the globe. They can play a miserable part though. The main thing to be changed is American consumerism, materialism and moral oblivion. They ought to wake up to realities and stop asking stupid questions: “oh goshshshsh! Why do they hate us? But we are sooooo gooood!” No, dears, you would not have deserved it, if you would have managed to be as good as human beings.
We have to go back to the jungle, a thinker has said, perhaps just predicting the end of the path you are following, my dudes. Maybe the jungle holds the key. It seems you have to return to your jungles and make your American values like arrogance, stupidity, materialistic fundamentalism, fanatical beliefs, dishonesty, aggression, brutality and inhumanity things of the past by solitarily thinking over the same question “why are you hated so much by so many people all around the world?”
I feel sorry for those who follow their stupid leaders slavishly by sacrificing the dearest things they’ve earned during their lifetimes – their children or siblings. They victimize them for CBR (Cheney-Bush-Rumsfeld)’s nonsense; for nothing, nihilistically, sheepishly. It makes me recall the bereft mother of a soldier from “Fahrenheit 9/11”. She did sacrifice her son and then regretted. But the remorse came too late.
I am sure that the parents of 11 American soldiers struck and killed in Falluja can realize the meaning of the words of the Fahrenheit mother much better now. But again the remorse comes too late. By no means will they be remembered as heroes or liberators of Iraq. Do not forget that even in diplomatic language American & British dual terrorist partnership in Iraq is called “occupation” and the forces are known as “occupying forces” or “occupiers”, not “liberators”. So, do not let your children to change their toys into real guns (most of them are merely 18) and shed innocent bloods. Do not burn and bury their today and tomorrow, their name and dignity, their honour and humanity. That’s a way to get your respect back, dudes.
The most loyal representative of Bush in Europe who even does not feel ashamed to be called the British Prime-Minister has opened his curving mouth on his thinning face to say a couple of words on American terrorist attacks on Falluja. And talking about the insurgents he has said: “All of them are foreigners! They are not Iraqi” and they have to leave the country. Maybe what he says is true (while it is not at all). But how about Bush or Blair’s troops in Falluja? Are they Iraqi? Was Blair’s granddad somehow related to Iraq? Is Saddam Hossein Bush’s twin brother? That’s what I call political stupidity and whatever going on in Falluja is political short-sightedness.
Dudes, has anyone got eye-brightening drops in there to pass on to poor George?
Ironically the US is trying to stabilize Iraq ahead of January’s poll by the Falluja massacre. The plight of 50 000 of its civilians out of its 300 000 pre-war population is unclear. Presumably they are going to present bleeding liberties for a free Iraq by victimizing 50 000 more civilians. Never mind. They are not American. Neither white Caucasian race even. They are Semite. What makes it worse is that they are Arab. And the word of “Arab” in Bush’s vocabulary has been pre-recorded by his makers as Untermensch.
The more I mull over Bush and Bushism and their unbelievably funny and sad adventures in the world, I get more convinced in the need of changing the complete political system in the US and eliminating the terrorist network altogether and liberating the world from the Biggest Evil. This is not only Bush or Clinton who can change the weather in the globe. They can play a miserable part though. The main thing to be changed is American consumerism, materialism and moral oblivion. They ought to wake up to realities and stop asking stupid questions: “oh goshshshsh! Why do they hate us? But we are sooooo gooood!” No, dears, you would not have deserved it, if you would have managed to be as good as human beings.
We have to go back to the jungle, a thinker has said, perhaps just predicting the end of the path you are following, my dudes. Maybe the jungle holds the key. It seems you have to return to your jungles and make your American values like arrogance, stupidity, materialistic fundamentalism, fanatical beliefs, dishonesty, aggression, brutality and inhumanity things of the past by solitarily thinking over the same question “why are you hated so much by so many people all around the world?”
I feel sorry for those who follow their stupid leaders slavishly by sacrificing the dearest things they’ve earned during their lifetimes – their children or siblings. They victimize them for CBR (Cheney-Bush-Rumsfeld)’s nonsense; for nothing, nihilistically, sheepishly. It makes me recall the bereft mother of a soldier from “Fahrenheit 9/11”. She did sacrifice her son and then regretted. But the remorse came too late.
I am sure that the parents of 11 American soldiers struck and killed in Falluja can realize the meaning of the words of the Fahrenheit mother much better now. But again the remorse comes too late. By no means will they be remembered as heroes or liberators of Iraq. Do not forget that even in diplomatic language American & British dual terrorist partnership in Iraq is called “occupation” and the forces are known as “occupying forces” or “occupiers”, not “liberators”. So, do not let your children to change their toys into real guns (most of them are merely 18) and shed innocent bloods. Do not burn and bury their today and tomorrow, their name and dignity, their honour and humanity. That’s a way to get your respect back, dudes.
The most loyal representative of Bush in Europe who even does not feel ashamed to be called the British Prime-Minister has opened his curving mouth on his thinning face to say a couple of words on American terrorist attacks on Falluja. And talking about the insurgents he has said: “All of them are foreigners! They are not Iraqi” and they have to leave the country. Maybe what he says is true (while it is not at all). But how about Bush or Blair’s troops in Falluja? Are they Iraqi? Was Blair’s granddad somehow related to Iraq? Is Saddam Hossein Bush’s twin brother? That’s what I call political stupidity and whatever going on in Falluja is political short-sightedness.
Dudes, has anyone got eye-brightening drops in there to pass on to poor George?
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Brutality of Time... Oh Forget It!
These bloody Christmas advertisements make me feel older than I am. They give me the knowledge of the brutality of time. Time which kills so many beautiful and tearful moments of our lives and moves us along a fast river to an unknown future with unknown joys and tears…
However, the fact remains; all of us have to accept this brutality silently and we can like it or lump it. Thinking over those past moments sometimes is a perfect recipe for disaster. But looking at the future with hopeful pairs of bright eyes could be a recipe for success. That’s what I was doing today by dripping few brightening drops into my tired eyes and keeping them wide open, while searching a source of the light… And I found it!
Probably I am going… I’d better keep it secret until the tickets reach my hands.
And the new boss, who I saw today for the first time, left a very good impression: down to earth, elegant, polite and surprisingly he knew my name and position in the office! My dearest ex-colleague has introduced me to him absently. Usually the first impression is the last impression. It gives me more hope for more rapid development in our job – widening the section, improving the facilities and broadening the audience.
A terrible lapse occurred in today’s programme and I cannot believe that an editor could be so editorially wrong in his words. He announced that the Palestinian leaders have gathered in Paris to discuss the question: how and when to announce Arafat dead? While the question was still suspended and nobody knew if he was dead! Incredible! And he even added that presumably in 2 hours his death will be announced by PLO. 8 hours have passed after that. No crucial announcements have been made so far.
I wanna leave politics for a while in this blog. But it doesn’t mean that I was completely out of it today. You can check that for yourself in bushism.blogspot.com and uncivilrights.blogspot.com
That’s a good entertainment, anyway!
However, the fact remains; all of us have to accept this brutality silently and we can like it or lump it. Thinking over those past moments sometimes is a perfect recipe for disaster. But looking at the future with hopeful pairs of bright eyes could be a recipe for success. That’s what I was doing today by dripping few brightening drops into my tired eyes and keeping them wide open, while searching a source of the light… And I found it!
Probably I am going… I’d better keep it secret until the tickets reach my hands.
And the new boss, who I saw today for the first time, left a very good impression: down to earth, elegant, polite and surprisingly he knew my name and position in the office! My dearest ex-colleague has introduced me to him absently. Usually the first impression is the last impression. It gives me more hope for more rapid development in our job – widening the section, improving the facilities and broadening the audience.
A terrible lapse occurred in today’s programme and I cannot believe that an editor could be so editorially wrong in his words. He announced that the Palestinian leaders have gathered in Paris to discuss the question: how and when to announce Arafat dead? While the question was still suspended and nobody knew if he was dead! Incredible! And he even added that presumably in 2 hours his death will be announced by PLO. 8 hours have passed after that. No crucial announcements have been made so far.
I wanna leave politics for a while in this blog. But it doesn’t mean that I was completely out of it today. You can check that for yourself in bushism.blogspot.com and uncivilrights.blogspot.com
That’s a good entertainment, anyway!
Monday, November 08, 2004
US attacks Iraq rebel stronghold
US-led troops seized control of a hospital in the west of the cityUS-led forces have begun a full-scale attack on the insurgent stronghold of Falluja in central Iraq.
The move, which had been expected for weeks, came after interim Iraqi Prime Minister Iyad Allawi gave the go-ahead.
The BBC's Paul Wood reports very heavy fighting and the sound of massive explosions as US and Iraqi government troops battle their way into the city.
Earlier, they took control of the city's main hospital and two bridges over the Euphrates River.
Falluja is a predominantly Sunni Muslim city that has been a hotbed of resistance to the US-led occupation of Iraq following the toppling of Saddam Hussein's regime last year.
Many of its citizens have fled to escape the fighting, but there are still thought to be tens of thousands of civilians in the city.
Thousands of US and Iraqi troops, backed by tanks and aircraft, are attacking two northern areas of Falluja where insurgents are said to be massed.
Ahead of the assault, a massive aerial and artillery bombardment took place.
Our correspondent reports that the initial phase of the operation has seen the clearing of booby-trap bombs on the main routes into the city.
He says a US marine officer has told him that huge 2,000lb bombs have been dropped on insurgent positions from aircraft.
Darius's note: Any civilians down there?
The move, which had been expected for weeks, came after interim Iraqi Prime Minister Iyad Allawi gave the go-ahead.
The BBC's Paul Wood reports very heavy fighting and the sound of massive explosions as US and Iraqi government troops battle their way into the city.
Earlier, they took control of the city's main hospital and two bridges over the Euphrates River.
Falluja is a predominantly Sunni Muslim city that has been a hotbed of resistance to the US-led occupation of Iraq following the toppling of Saddam Hussein's regime last year.
Many of its citizens have fled to escape the fighting, but there are still thought to be tens of thousands of civilians in the city.
Thousands of US and Iraqi troops, backed by tanks and aircraft, are attacking two northern areas of Falluja where insurgents are said to be massed.
Ahead of the assault, a massive aerial and artillery bombardment took place.
Our correspondent reports that the initial phase of the operation has seen the clearing of booby-trap bombs on the main routes into the city.
He says a US marine officer has told him that huge 2,000lb bombs have been dropped on insurgent positions from aircraft.
Darius's note: Any civilians down there?
Bushism
Are you interested in whatever happening with Bush, about Bush, inside Bush, beside Bush, behind Bush, beyond Bush? Go to the link provided!
Hyenas & Odd Sounds Underneath
The hyenas are waiting with their saliva dripping into the oil. They are anticipating his death before tearing apart his carcass.
And he is dying or has died already after leading a disillusioned robbed nation; giving the nation new aspirations for brighter future which had been stolen by the neighbour and never existed anymore.
35 years of struggle – humility and honour; transforming PLO into dynamic force that made Palestinian cause known worldwide (1969), fleeing to Beirut (1982), narrowly escaping death in Israeli air raid on PLO headquarters in Tunis (1985), accepting his neighbour’s right to exist in a part of the occupied territories (1988), returning from exile triumphantly and setting foot on Palestinian soil for the first time in 26 years (1994), winning Nobel Peace Prize along with Rabin and Shimon Peres (1994), making first visit to Israel in secret trip to offer condolences to Rabin's widow, after the latter got killed by an ultranationalist Jew (1995), losing his three helicopters under Israeli attack in Gaza City, getting grounded and effectively confined to West Bank town of Ramallah (2001), rejecting Sharon’s offer of permanent exile (2002), getting diagnosed with gallstones (2003) and later hospitalized in Paris (2004).
He had many mistakes too, as anybody else has and didn't intend to act as a cupid. But he was the only person able to re-unite the dispersing nation. He was and is hated by radicals of both his own and hostile nations.
But now he is taking his last breathes or has taken already. But officially he’s still alive and he’s still the PLO leader. The leader who enjoyed the vast support of his nation, so that even the most powerful evil of the world (US) could not remove him. They (US & Israel) tried to sideline him, but in vain. Again and again they had to notice his existance. But now they are joyful and just watching with great intolerance of a hyena.
Even George Bush senior, who’s very close to grave himself, saw “an opportunity” in his death today by saying: “I think there is an opportunity and I think Tony Blair was heard loud and clear in Washington about what he was calling for”.
By “Tony Blair” he means the British poodle of America who’s turned into a hyena beside Arafat’s bed too. He’s flying out to Washington for talks with Donkey-elect next week. As if he’s terribly worried over the fate of the Middle East, he’s demanded America’s active involvement in renewing the peace plan. Demanding! LOL. Can a poodle demand anything from its owner? Negative. Another pantomime is on.
By the way, American Daddy has warned the entire Europe not to offend his sweet child, his moody George. And again the poodle was handy. The Old Evil just backed Mr Blair’s warning to European leaders to wake up to the reality of President Bush’s re-election.
While he was saying that on BBC1’s Breakfast with Frost, Big Bush could not help stop yawning and producing odd sounds underneath. Perhaps because he’s completely relaxed now. America is gonna dance under his family’s drum for 4 more years. Probably until he leaves the world he’s destroyed.
However, hyenas are still waiting…
Can anyone see a lion’s silhouette approaching from behind of the Sun?
And he is dying or has died already after leading a disillusioned robbed nation; giving the nation new aspirations for brighter future which had been stolen by the neighbour and never existed anymore.
35 years of struggle – humility and honour; transforming PLO into dynamic force that made Palestinian cause known worldwide (1969), fleeing to Beirut (1982), narrowly escaping death in Israeli air raid on PLO headquarters in Tunis (1985), accepting his neighbour’s right to exist in a part of the occupied territories (1988), returning from exile triumphantly and setting foot on Palestinian soil for the first time in 26 years (1994), winning Nobel Peace Prize along with Rabin and Shimon Peres (1994), making first visit to Israel in secret trip to offer condolences to Rabin's widow, after the latter got killed by an ultranationalist Jew (1995), losing his three helicopters under Israeli attack in Gaza City, getting grounded and effectively confined to West Bank town of Ramallah (2001), rejecting Sharon’s offer of permanent exile (2002), getting diagnosed with gallstones (2003) and later hospitalized in Paris (2004).
He had many mistakes too, as anybody else has and didn't intend to act as a cupid. But he was the only person able to re-unite the dispersing nation. He was and is hated by radicals of both his own and hostile nations.
But now he is taking his last breathes or has taken already. But officially he’s still alive and he’s still the PLO leader. The leader who enjoyed the vast support of his nation, so that even the most powerful evil of the world (US) could not remove him. They (US & Israel) tried to sideline him, but in vain. Again and again they had to notice his existance. But now they are joyful and just watching with great intolerance of a hyena.
Even George Bush senior, who’s very close to grave himself, saw “an opportunity” in his death today by saying: “I think there is an opportunity and I think Tony Blair was heard loud and clear in Washington about what he was calling for”.
By “Tony Blair” he means the British poodle of America who’s turned into a hyena beside Arafat’s bed too. He’s flying out to Washington for talks with Donkey-elect next week. As if he’s terribly worried over the fate of the Middle East, he’s demanded America’s active involvement in renewing the peace plan. Demanding! LOL. Can a poodle demand anything from its owner? Negative. Another pantomime is on.
By the way, American Daddy has warned the entire Europe not to offend his sweet child, his moody George. And again the poodle was handy. The Old Evil just backed Mr Blair’s warning to European leaders to wake up to the reality of President Bush’s re-election.
While he was saying that on BBC1’s Breakfast with Frost, Big Bush could not help stop yawning and producing odd sounds underneath. Perhaps because he’s completely relaxed now. America is gonna dance under his family’s drum for 4 more years. Probably until he leaves the world he’s destroyed.
However, hyenas are still waiting…
Can anyone see a lion’s silhouette approaching from behind of the Sun?
Saturday, November 06, 2004
Chicken, pilau & Bush
The firework display was amazing. The kids enjoyed it very much and Tahmine too. We organized a sort of picnic with Haroon and his family and spread few rugs to sit and eat the food taken from our places.
The firework lasted about half an hour and was a good amusement for all of us, and white wine I shared just once or twice with Tahmine and Esphandiar made me feel even better. We had appetising chicken sandwiches made by Haroon and very delicious pilau cooked by Tahmine. The music was rocking the hill and moving us from side to side too. Apparently Tahmine wanted to dance on the stage or closer to it; she mentioned several times that she missed Shamsiye very much. No doubts, they could have danced together and attracted many attentions… mmmmmm
Usually Haroon hates political talks during friendly chats and as soon as one opens one’s mouth to pronounce Blair’s name, he shuts him up very quickly by changing the topic. But tonight he sounded more political than ever and I had to stop him this time.
A relative of him didn’t want to miss the opportunity to tell us a joke:
“Three guys have saved George Bush from drowning (probably in the ocean of blood poured by him in the world – D.).
Bush wants to thank each of the three guys for saving his life. The first one wants a flight on a jet he’d never tried before. The second one wants a world cruise on the President’s private yacht. But the third chap makes an unusual request:
- Mr President, I want you to organize a proper state-funded glorious funeral for me.
Bush is confused:
- But you are such a young chap! Don’t you think it’s too soon for you to think of funeral?
- No, dude. As soon as I tell my Dad who I’ve saved, he will kill me”.
Thus, we came home laughing at the Super Clown (with Bloody Hands) of the world.
The firework lasted about half an hour and was a good amusement for all of us, and white wine I shared just once or twice with Tahmine and Esphandiar made me feel even better. We had appetising chicken sandwiches made by Haroon and very delicious pilau cooked by Tahmine. The music was rocking the hill and moving us from side to side too. Apparently Tahmine wanted to dance on the stage or closer to it; she mentioned several times that she missed Shamsiye very much. No doubts, they could have danced together and attracted many attentions… mmmmmm
Usually Haroon hates political talks during friendly chats and as soon as one opens one’s mouth to pronounce Blair’s name, he shuts him up very quickly by changing the topic. But tonight he sounded more political than ever and I had to stop him this time.
A relative of him didn’t want to miss the opportunity to tell us a joke:
“Three guys have saved George Bush from drowning (probably in the ocean of blood poured by him in the world – D.).
Bush wants to thank each of the three guys for saving his life. The first one wants a flight on a jet he’d never tried before. The second one wants a world cruise on the President’s private yacht. But the third chap makes an unusual request:
- Mr President, I want you to organize a proper state-funded glorious funeral for me.
Bush is confused:
- But you are such a young chap! Don’t you think it’s too soon for you to think of funeral?
- No, dude. As soon as I tell my Dad who I’ve saved, he will kill me”.
Thus, we came home laughing at the Super Clown (with Bloody Hands) of the world.
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Life is funny and sad
Life is funny and sad. Funny because even idiots can rule the world, sad because even idiots can rule the world.
World is not gonna change for 4 more years, unless something unscheduled will happen and change it.
The biggest carriage has chosen a donkey again. Just because the passengers were blind.
World is not gonna change for 4 more years, unless something unscheduled will happen and change it.
The biggest carriage has chosen a donkey again. Just because the passengers were blind.
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Will the World Change?
The polling stations in the US are still open and the destiny of the country and the world still blurs. The reason indicates the more suitable person for the post of the President of America. Unfortunately that reason does not belong to everyone in the country.
Yesterday Shoku was suggesting a wonderful idea: the US election voting should take place all around the world, not just in the States. Why? Because the US does not deal with its own issues and problems only and claims to be the solver of the global problems. Therefore their elections must concern all the world. The choice of Americans will touch everybody's lives. How could we be ignored then? It is not fair, dudes!
The suggestion must be directed to the UN and one day it will be. If the US (with Bush in power) will disobey the UN resolution, Bush will have to follow Saddam's path. Doesn't it sound cool?
Another atrocity happened today. A filmmaker who was the great-grandnephew of the painter Vincent Van Gogh was shot and stabbed to death on an Amsterdam street Tuesday after receiving death threats over a movie he made criticizing the treatment of women under Islam, AP reports.
"A suspect, a 26-year-old man with dual Dutch-Moroccan nationality, was arrested after a shootout with officers that left him wounded, police said.
"Filmmaker Theo van Gogh, 47, had been threatened after the August airing of the movie "Submission," which he made with a right-wing Dutch politician who had renounced the Islamic faith of her birth.
"Police had kept watch on Van Gogh's house as protection immediately after the film's release, but it was dropped because there was no concrete evidence of a threat, public prosecutor Leo de Wit said".
The world is getting blinder. Going back to the caves we left ages ago. Everybody wants to usurp God's right to take a life. Killers are weak, we know that. Only a weak person is not able to take a challenge.
Cowardice is getting more common day by day and the notions of "nobleness" and "humanity" are giving their place to "savagery" and "xenophobia". I condemn both sides of the conflict, holy warriors of Crusades and Jihads. The world is suffering under their their blind mutual hatred. And the biggest super power of the world is encouraging the hatred. Alas, our fates depend on blind vampires...
Let's survive till the dawn. Will the world change?
Yesterday Shoku was suggesting a wonderful idea: the US election voting should take place all around the world, not just in the States. Why? Because the US does not deal with its own issues and problems only and claims to be the solver of the global problems. Therefore their elections must concern all the world. The choice of Americans will touch everybody's lives. How could we be ignored then? It is not fair, dudes!
The suggestion must be directed to the UN and one day it will be. If the US (with Bush in power) will disobey the UN resolution, Bush will have to follow Saddam's path. Doesn't it sound cool?
Another atrocity happened today. A filmmaker who was the great-grandnephew of the painter Vincent Van Gogh was shot and stabbed to death on an Amsterdam street Tuesday after receiving death threats over a movie he made criticizing the treatment of women under Islam, AP reports.
"A suspect, a 26-year-old man with dual Dutch-Moroccan nationality, was arrested after a shootout with officers that left him wounded, police said.
"Filmmaker Theo van Gogh, 47, had been threatened after the August airing of the movie "Submission," which he made with a right-wing Dutch politician who had renounced the Islamic faith of her birth.
"Police had kept watch on Van Gogh's house as protection immediately after the film's release, but it was dropped because there was no concrete evidence of a threat, public prosecutor Leo de Wit said".
The world is getting blinder. Going back to the caves we left ages ago. Everybody wants to usurp God's right to take a life. Killers are weak, we know that. Only a weak person is not able to take a challenge.
Cowardice is getting more common day by day and the notions of "nobleness" and "humanity" are giving their place to "savagery" and "xenophobia". I condemn both sides of the conflict, holy warriors of Crusades and Jihads. The world is suffering under their their blind mutual hatred. And the biggest super power of the world is encouraging the hatred. Alas, our fates depend on blind vampires...
Let's survive till the dawn. Will the world change?
Beware!
And of course, I haven't forgotten about the most crucial day of the year. The biggest carriage of the world is going to choose its driver today. We'll see if it will be a real driver or a donkey again.
"Friendly" Conversation in American
However, you can go to the link herewith and see what I was doing tonight: a very "friendly" conversation in American. Bye for now!
Technical frustration
Blogger.com is playing up with me tonight and I couldn't publish a very long posting of mine. But now gotta go to bed. Tomorrow (I mean, later on today) I'm working and it is after 2 days off work... Gonna be hard as usual... Especially hard to get up after the time has altered
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