Get
supervised! Get a life!
The
world is in bad shape and its rats are at it again. Having seen their mighty
industries and unsurpassable military might fail to bring them utopia, they turn
around and bare their fangs at their perennial victims who want nothing more
than a place in the sun. Yes they drop on all fours and debase themselves
further.
Compared
to those ones, the dodo was a brave beast – for she accepted her fate and only
hid her head in shame and waited for the consequences of its faulty design! Not
so those who floundering in their folly revert to monkey chants making monkeys
of themselves. I truly wish I could help which is why I am sitting behind this
tired old desk trying to make sense of it all…
The
Rats of ‘Big Shady’ find their every conclusion about their superior way
mocked by those whose nirvana was disturbed by the rapacious greed of their own ancestors and like all failed societies, resort to well trodden paths by first
selecting docile scapegoats.
The
Rats of ‘Big Shady’ were becoming good neighbours I concede but their ranks have
been swelled by the scum of the erstwhile second-world who think their passport
to the great western way is to bash the Negro (who is that? Have you seen one
lately?). I can only admonish them: “You spent the whole of the last century
emerging from the yoke of oppression – you have lost precious time and you
will loose yet some. Wrong is wrong!”
In
the fall of 2001 just before the 11th of September I watched a pop
video, which was the rave of the whole of Russia and possibly central Europe.
It
went something like:
“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! I
killed the Negro! I killed the Negro”
I
sat torn between two emotions and bowed my head in morbid shame – and sorrow
– that I who has steadfastly sought the face of God and noble
behaviour most days
of my life should have to occupy the same planet as these persons whose lack of
form has no suitable adjective!!
OK! Boris,
You killed the Negro?
Good for you.
God bless you.
Now pick up the pieces of your sodden life
and
move Boris!
Get a life.
Get supervised
Here
lies the crux of the matter:
The
suffering westerner and the unsupervised would be freedom-ites have been lied to
all their lives. Those whose resilience staggers the mind are those who will
save you from yourself. It is their genes, which spawned yours, and they are
uniquely in the position to be your messiah. Thank God for them. They are the
meek and as the bible puts it, they shall inherit the earth! Ha!
Ha! Ha!
I laughed first but I’ll laugh last.
Goodnight.
PS
You may continue your monkey chants
across the football stadiums in your hemisphere. I shall quote Diogenes. When
asked are you not bothered that people laugh at you? He answered “Jackals
laugh at people all the time but people pay no heed. Why should I?”
My duty as a writer is done.