So I’ve decided to attempt to blog again. First of all my apologies to all the millions of fans out there who were devastated by the unspeakable loss over the past few months. A special thanks though goes out to those who kept pestering me to start writing again (it really is sincerely appreciated, so thank you). Hopefully I can keep up the blogging for a while, but given my track record who knows. The blog will have a lot of posts similar to the old ones, but will also take a bit of a different turn. There’ll be more personal reflections, escapades, and some just plain weird posts that no one really will be able to understand, not even myself. Just more randomness really.
Why did I stop blogging? Because I got bored and was feeling that the job I took up was a sell out.
Why am I re-blogging? Because I got bored and am feeling that the job I will be taking up is a sell out.
There is also George Habash’s death. But the main reason I’ve decided to blog again is this farce:
I rarely am ever ashamed to be Bahraini, and if I do it is always because of something our government does. This time they really have hit rock bottom.
My eyes nearly popped out when I saw this. Not only do we invite the architect of the biggest disaster to hit the region since Holago razed Baghdad and Damascus to the ground, but then we also have the nerve to get down and jiggy with him?
What have we got to say to all those slaughtered in Iraq? How about those locked in the biggest prison in the world in Gaza and Palestine? Do we have no feelings for how Lebanon was destroyed only a couple of summers ago? Have we really grown that apart from our neighbours and region? While they are busy trying to fight off the very forces this guys has unleashed, we roll out the red carpet to this fella and with a kiss on each cheek we perform for him the cha cha cha? Not only that but we make sure to film it and beam it to the rest of the world to make a mockery and laughing stock of ourselves and the rest of the nation?
And I waited for at least someone from back home to have the decency to object to the disgusting ridiculousness of this whole affair. Nope. Not a peep. No one had the guts to state the obvious. The most that ever came out was some people making a cute joke about the way Bush danced. Instead of recommending that the guy is met with a couple of buckets of camel crap from the rooftop (maybe by one of the nido kids present due to his daddy’s was6as, the most notable thing he would be able to do in his whole life), all we can muster is a comment and an anecdote on the footwork of the butcher of Baghdad?
Can you imagine the French hailing Hitler with a nice Tambourin piece and maybe a roaring ventriloquist act? How about the Chinese doing a pulsating theatre set for the Japanese soldiers of the rape of Nanking? Have we no shame?
Never has my blood curdled and my brain cells boiled so much. Never have my stomach walls felt so demented that I was impelled to throw up avalanches of diarrhea. And I wonder, can the situation get any worse than this?
P.S. For a hard hitting article on the same topic that goes right for the jugular, read this.
