March 31, 2008

Debunking Muqtada Al-Sadr

For those of you who are "passionate" about Muqtada Al-Sadr, you may want to consult my other blog -- Arab Woman Newsbytes -- for the latest from your "idol".

March 28, 2008

Back in Time...or the making of a Hero.


Yesterday, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, as I was applying my kohl...

I looked and saw that I have aged 10 years. No, 100 years. No, 1000 years...
I pushed the years forth....another 7'000 years I said to myself. Now push them back another 7'000 years... And I saw Gilgamesh appear in the mirror's reflection.

Maybe that had to do with a program I was watching on the history of the "Visual"...

The first, the very first city in human civilization that wrote a story on a clay tablet, was Sumer. It was the Epic of Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh had to fight savage beasts and Gods, before he could return "home" as a Hero...in the land of URUK from which "Iraq" is etymologically derived.

Ashurbanipal had heard of this story, he wanted to be a hero as well.
He collected all the cuneiforms and produced the first library known to mankind in Nineveh. But he could not read the cuneiforms. He just relied on the oral tradition, passed from generation to generation-- the story of Gilgamesh.

Ahsurbanipal wanted to be a hero too. So he had the first pictures of a battle made, engraved on the walls of his palace (that numerous modern wars have destroyed).

In it, he fights the lion, and stabs him....It was actually a series of "pictures", and Ashurbanipal came out as the Hero who vanquished the "lion."

We are talking here about centuries before Christ. This is where the very first ideas of amalgamating a "story and picture" came from...

The idea was further elaborated by the Greeks and later on by the Romans, giving a more "human expression" to the various personages that have charaterized Greek and Roman tragedies...

Gilgamesh's cuneiform epic was finally deciphered in the 19th century by an Englishman, called something or the other (I told you I was bad with names...)


Why am saying all of that? Because those of you who love films, may be interested to know where the "concept" of film making came from. A film is made of a "story, pictures and a hero..."

Every film has a hero. Not necessarily in the "warfare" sense of the word, but a hero nonetheless....

And as I looked into the mirror, applying my kohl, putting on my daily mask, hiding behind a face that no longer belongs to me...seeing Gilgamesh appear, I thought of Heroes and Heroines from Uruk and Nineveh, and how our lives have turned into a film...

A film that you watch daily , or that you may have stopped watching for its repetitiveness...

You're probably thinking to yourself, when will the real Hero or Heroine appear and fight the beast and the fake angry Gods, like Gilgamesh did ?

Did it ever occur to you that the Hero may have died at the beginning of the film ?

Ashurbanipal did not foresee that, nor did Gilgamesh...but you --the truthful ones amongst you did-- and so did I.

The rest is just a trailer of more to come.

Or maybe the hero has turned into millions of heroes and heroines quietly leading...

March 24, 2008

Clips of Liberation

This is your fucking Freedom and your fucking Liberation. You think am vulgar ? Good.

But --nothing matches your vulgarity, hypocrisy, racism, hatred and sheer evilness... Watch this and see what a despicable, depraved, repugnant lot you are.

To hell with you America -- to the farthest pits of Hell.




Thank you M for the video link.

youtube video : By Iraqstar. 16th March 2008

March 23, 2008

Out of the Arab Equation - Part I


Paving the Way

There is one word that has been bothering a lot these past weeks, ever since Ahmadinejad landed in the American occupied Green Zone in Baghdad. That word that keeps recurring in many articles and "analysis" is "unwittingly".

Other variations are "blunders, mistakes, errors, miscalculations..."

You're problably wondering what I'm on about. Ok, I'll tell you the cause of my malaise...

Most of the articles, comments, etc..coming from the U.S and the West and some Arab milieux in particular from the Arab Revolutionary Left (a misnomer) argue the following.

America in its stupidity and arrogance "unwittingly" handed Iraq on a silver platter to Iran. They further argue that America because of poor planning and lack of knowledge and information, committed several strategic errors, blunders, mistakes in Occupied Iraq. And one of those glaring errors is the very prevalent Iranian influence in Southern Iraq, in Baghdad and I would add in "Kurdistan" since Iran played a very important role in the Kurdish separatist movement -- along with Israel.

Now that word "unwittingly" annoys me deeply. It annoys me because it presumes that the Americans really acted in good faith initially. Of course none will come out and say that so bluntly but it is insinuated. The argument is the occupation of Iraq could have been a good thing had it delivered what it promised to deliver because after all (and we go back to the same old broken record) -- Saddam Hussein was a tyrannical dictator.


For the sake of clarity and truth, let us backtrack in history for a moment

The Iraqi National Opposition (INC) was in contact with the American administration since Gulf War 1 i.e since the 1990's. The INC headed by Ahmed Chalabi (and K.Makiya) and comprised but not limited to the following :

- A.Hakeem of the SCII from Iran. (born in Iran and bred in Iran)

- Reps from the Dawa party notably -- M.Al Rubaie, Al Jaafari, Kubba, (Dawa party was formed in Iran and had close links to Hezbollah in Lebanon during the 80's. They were both responsible for the bombs in Baghdad and Beirut during the Iran-Iraq war, targeting Iraqi infrastructure and interests)

- Reps from the shiite Hawza or Marjaiyah for Sistani (exiled in Iran until the occupation) and reps for Al-Sadr.

- Ayad Allawi and Pachachi (a sunni) were amongst the members as well.

- and last but not least, Talabani and Barazani the two kurdish warlords.

The INC headed by Chalabi got the full backing of Wolfowitz, Rumsfeld, Cheney, and Perle and of course Bush and millions of dollars were pumped into it preparing them for the subsequent invasion and occupation of Iraq.

These personalities landed with the Americans. Some came from London, others from Tehran and others from the USA.

The plan for the sectarian/ethnic division of Iraq was on the agenda. Hence these personalities with their allegiances to sect and ethnicity were very much needed.

The first fallacy was that Iraq is majority Shia and that Sunnis have been in power ever since the Monarchy hence robbing the Shias of their political rights. Of course this fallacy was picked up by the anti-war movement and other anti-occupation writers such as Cockburn and Co, and became their bread and butter. Needless to add, Chomsky became the first spokesman to further this lie echoing the same song coming from the White House.

And of course you can add the litany of the kurds repression which was beautifully well knitted up by the CIA and Mossad propaganda agencies and swallowed whole by the "well intentioned" lefties in the West including the "alternative media".

I do not want to dilute the subject too much and will expose these fallacies in some other post. (Gosh, I have so much writing to do!)

The reason I am mentioning these little bits of history is to show you the obvious.

Namely that in the 1990's (and well before that in my opinion), the CIA, Pentagon, Israeli and British intelligence, when they concocted the plan for the invasion of Iraq, they knew EXACTLY who this "Iraqi" opposition was and where it came from and where its ultimate loyalties lied.

In other words when delegation after delegation from the INC met in London and Washington, the Americans knew very well, that the SCII, that al-Dawa party (of which Maliki the current "Iraqi" PM is a member), that the highest Shia marjaiya all had their loyalties to Iran. After all this is where they came/flew from, to attend these meetings.

Incidentally and it is very important that I mention that -- During the Iran/Iraq war, 1/5 of the Shiites individual/personal revenues (a form of religious tax) went to Qum -- as contribution money. The money did not go into the Hawza's treasuries in Nejaf or Kerbala, no, it went to Iran at the height of the Iran -Iraq war. The reason I am stating this piece of information, is to show you the overriding Shiites affinity/pledge --in particular in Nejaf and Kerbala -- to Iran. And let me remind the reader that Khomeini spent several years in exile in IRAQ right up to 1978, before being extradited to France on request of the Shah. He returned to Iran in 1979- one year before the Iran-Iraq war!)

When the Americans on behalf of the Zionist lobby drew up the sectarian and ethnic division of Iraq, they knew very well where the majority of the shia's allegiance is. They had prepared the grounds for it since Gulf War 1 (and before) and Iran capitalized on it.

So when some writer or commentator comes up with the words "mistake, blunder, or miscalculation" they are fooling none but themselves. There was NOTHING UNWITTING about the whole plan. It was all well thought out in advance.

In other words, to make it even simpler for you -- and I would ask you to re-read that sentence several times until it really sinks in.

--Without Iran's help, the occupation of Iraq would have never been possible--

The Americans knew that, the Israelis knew that, and the Iranians knew that -- and they prepared for it.

Now the layperson may get very confused, they would think how can that be possible?
What about all this anti-imperialist talk from Iran about the Great Satan, what about its anti-zionist speeches, what about ....? It is called a massive cover up.
Simply put.

And the layperson also wonders, what about US threats of an attack against Iran, what about the sanctions against Iran, what about all the barking from the international community against the Iranian threat ? It is called a psy-op.

There were no mistakes. There were no blunders and nothing was unwitting about the whole diabolical plan.

But why Iraq ? you might think to yourself.

This I will tell you in the next post. Just think about what you have read so far.

And to help you in your reflections I recommend two articles

- the 1st by Wafa'a Al Natheema. Iraq :One hand worth of fingers
- the 2nd by Ghassan Charbel. The Great Satan's Gift

Until next...

Painting : Iraqi artist, Sabah Majeed.

March 21, 2008

Saddam definitely lives on...

Americans are a funny idiotic bunch who keep sabotaging themselves with their obvious, desperate -- very desperate attempts at more propaganda. They crown their propaganda with lies, fallacies, myths and made up figures that they sell as facts.
Do not be fooled by them.
Take for instance my last post on the former "Dictatorship"
Not once have I mentioned the great martyr and hero Saddam Hussein, the legitimate President of sovereign Iraq, without those filthy propaganda rats and supporters of murder and genocide, without these American nazis, crawling on my blog like some roaches out from their stenchy American sewers...

These rodents are all working for the CIA, the Pentagon, the Army, and the State Dept. Some of them served in Iraq, others are working for the White house.
Their names are

Rhuslancia
Jeffrey Shuster
CHMAR = Hmar means Donkey in Arabic
MisterGhost (even though this one seems the least bad of the whole lot)

The above "core group" are from Iraqi Bloggers Central. Their job is to monitor and supervise every Iraqi blogger around and to REPORT what they read.

Add to them, Greg from the USA, Programmer graig, Maury, Lynette from Minesotta,and a few other morons namely -- Anand the Hindu fascist.

And add to the above, the "Iraqis", such as Iraq the Model, Iraqimojo, Gilgamesh and a few other sell out ass kissers...and some are just hoping for a green card and a certificate of good political behavior from the above nazis.

Pay no attention to these falsifiers of Truth, pay no attention to these genocidal maniacs who cheer on the Iraqi Holocaust.

They just prove to you, that five years on, Saddam is very much alive...
They just prove to you that five years on, the real facts on the ground, speak for themselves...

March 20, 2008

Under the former "Dictatorship."


I will let you in on a secret that other Iraqi bloggers consumed with false pride and desperately attempting to save face will not dare admit to you publicly...

Namely, that they all secretly long for the Iraq under the former “Dictatorship”...

Five years on, and you can read it in between their lines...a slip of the tongue here, an allusion there, a sigh stiffled and quickly hid somewhere...

But as you have grown accustomed to by now, I shall not make you read between the lines, I will give it to you out loud, and you need not go searching for hidden meanings with me...

But before I do so, I need to tell you something else but still very related.

For the past 24 hours, I have been doing nothing but perusing websites, news articles, videos, blogs...reading on the “5th Anniversary” of the Invasion and Occupation of my country.

I have to admit that almost all of the pieces I read, ranged from very bad to despicably grotesque...

The Independent with its Cockburn’s gross failures, with its reminiscing Fisk, nostalgic for the days of Churchill, to Pepe Escobar who has embraced Iranian Shi’ism, to the nauseating piece by Jim Lobe from antiwar.com, to Al Jazeerah English website with its lukewarm to frankly disgusting analysis and commentary...
I perused them all...

They were all singing the same refrain that I have gotten so used to by now -- under the former “Dictatorship” and the adjectives would follow – repressive, tyrannical, oppressive...etcetera....

Of course the intelligent reader, and as always, am assuming that you are, will understand that when a writer juxtaposes verbal images of the before and after in one and the same paragraph, what he/she is telling you is -- it was bad then and it is bad now...maybe a little worse but still, it was bad then...

The reader is left with an unconscious message -- maybe, if the occupation was not so botched up, it would have turned to be a good thing after all--It did get rid of the former “Dictatorship.”

But the enlightened reader will understand that the violence that Iraq has experienced starting with the American occupation, and degenerating into a “civil war” was nothing but a spit of fire in your collective faces...

It is really telling you, over and over -- Your democracy has failed and the former "Dictatorship” has won. Think about it deeply before you blurt out more of your nonsense and lies...

A friend whose opinions I greatly respect, told me “There are good dictatorships and bad democracies...” And Iraq was a good dictatorship and yours is a very bad democracy.

For starters, under the former dictatorship, we were alive, now we are all dead corpses...

Under the former dictatorship and during and in spite of 13 years of the most inhumane sanctions ;

We had no ghettoes, we did not know each other’s sect, we intermarried, we had mixed neighborhoods, we could go out without being riddled with bullets from an Iranian militia or from one of your army patrols, we had no checkpoints, we had no car bombs, we had no Al-Qaeda psychopaths, we had no sectarian Shia sadists in turbans and black uniforms, we did not have to dress like a ninja, we were not raped, we did not have acid thrown into our faces, we were free to worship in a church or a mosque, we had jobs, we had homes, our children were fed, our hospitals functioned despite your tyrannical sanctions (today 90% of Iraqi hospitals are in dire need of qualified staff) our roads were not destroyed, our bridges assured safe passages, we did not have women and children begging and sleeping in the streets, we did not have refugees (4.5 million) stranded at borders or rotting away in tents, we had electricity and water and we did not find worms floating in it either...

Our rivers were not dumping grounds for cadavers and our parks were not turned into cemeteries. Our children were not sold or trafficked. Our academics, (over 450 killed) doctors (500 murdered) and professionals (in the hundreds) did not flee or get killed. Our universities still managed to produce graduates and our schools were not attacked by mortar bombs. Our women could drive, work, marry and divorce as they pleased...

Under the former dictatorship our trees were still producing fruits and not razed to the ground. Under the former dictatorship music was still allowed, so were films. Under the former dictatorship we had no drugs,no poppy fields, no drug addicts and no drugs peddlers and traffickers. Under the former dictatorship we had no pedophile rings, no professional killers, no professional drillers and no professional rapists...

Under the former dictatorship, we had no over 100’000 detainees with no trial, no children sodomized in prisons and no women gang raped in exchange for freeing their loved ones...

Under the former dictatorship, our artists, poets, writers, singers, journalists (233 killed since 2003) were not abducted, kidnapped or assassinated...

Under the former dictatorship, we were not rejects. We still earned the respect of others. Under the former dictatorship we had no mass corruption, no public thieves, no fraud...

Under the former dictatorship we had no Israelis, no Iranians and no Americans...And sell out, treacherous Iraqis with foreign political agendas, were silenced, for the greater good.

Under the former dictatorship we had no 2 million widows, 5 million orphans, 4 million wounded, an X number of disappeared, we had no mass graves of a million plus murdered by Democracy.

Under the former dictatorship we were not considered the second most corrupt country in the world and the FIRST most dangerous country on earth...

Under the former dictatorship, we had a country called Iraq. Under the former dictatorship we had a Life. Under the former dictatorship, we were Free.


Painting: Iraqi female artist, Sundus Abdel Hadi - The Battle for Sumer, 2004.

March 19, 2008

Occupied...



There are days when I wake up in the morning, I feel a lump stuck in my throat.
I know from intimate observation, that it tends to form during the night and bloom in the morning like a budding flower that needs light to open up...Except in my case, it is not a flower or anything resembling a flower...it is just a lump.

I try to swallow, but I feel my swallowing as if obstructed. The lump feels like a bloc of cement, a wall of concrete...

I reach out for the glass of water that I keep by my bedside, I take small sips and feel the water zigzaging through the cement wall, like a gentle leak trying to seep through whatever cracks it finds...

I clear my throat, I cough a little, and take more sips of water, hoping to dissolve that stone...

As the day proceeeds, I feel the stone move into my plexus, and lodge there until evening...

I eat something, hoping my stomach enzymes will disintegrate it, only to have it move further down in my belly, by evening time...

By night, I consciously try to push it down, only to feel it embed in my pelvis...

I push harder as in some labour pangs, push harder and harder but no delivery is forthcoming...there is nothing to give birth to.

Then I realize, I 've just lived through yet another day of Occupation.


Painting: Iraqi artist, Mohammed Sami.

March 16, 2008

"Rotting Away"


Spoke to Auntie Sameera today. She said

"We are rotting away at home...at times I feel my heart is going to burst...
Can you imagine our only outing is to the vegetable store, 3 minutes away. We consider that an important event. Your cousins dress up for that occasion...But then we don't even know if we will make it back in one piece...Layla, my heart is going to burst..."


Met with Fatima, she arrived from Baghdad a few days ago. She said

They kept me at the airport for 4 hours, they saw am here for medical purposes and have a sponsor, but still they kept me like a dog. Could they not see am an elderly woman, hardly able to breathe ? Yalla it's better than the bombs...Do you know who puts these car bombs ya Layla? The Americans and the Iranians, of that we are 100% sure. They leave us to rot that way...

Spoke to Zakaria

Are you managing to cope with no water and no electricity?

What water and what electricity ? I have forgotten what they look like. Yabbah, we are all rotting away...

Radhee called me

Layla, am so bored, I know I keep calling you, am so bored at home, I have nothing to do, I can't go out, Wallah I feel am rotting in this prison...

Nawal said to me

Did you know I managed to go to Al Rasheed Street, it's been over 2 years since I've ventured there, but had to go

What's it like now? I asked

It looks worse than Kabul, it's rotting away...What is left of Baghdad is rotting away...


Painting: Iraqi artist, Rakkan Dabdoob.

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March 14, 2008

A brief Hate statement...


I really hate America, Americans, their culture, their ways, their accent, their politics, their arrogance, their stupidity, their ignorance...
I really can't stand Americans. I can't stand their men, their women, their country, everything they represent...

I truly, deeply, sincerly hate them.

I will elevate this hatred to an Art form.

What colors do you think I should use ? I love colors and I find them to be a colorless people...

So what colors should I use ? Gray, Black or Red ?
Or maybe just White ?

I have this idea of taking an old sheet, a dirty sheet...burn the edges, stab it with knifes and make holes in it, over a million holes, then throw in some bright red, like rain drops...

At other times, I fantasize about using the Abu Ghraib excrements and smudging the sheet with it, then collectively wipe your faces with it. Wipe your faces with the shit of the detainees you tortured.

Sometimes, my fantasy takes on a perverted twist, you must be a contagious lot with your perversity.

So I imagine a dirty sheet, covered with semen from forced masturbation, and have a few penises dangle on the corners, the penises you castrated, have them dangle there...and then give it a few brushes and strokes of hemorrhaging blood from the wombs of the women you raped. And this will be your new American flag.

Then you can all gather under that flag and we will take pictures of you. Don't forget to say cheese, will you ?

You know something, all the Americans I come across, the ones who are polluting the Middle East like some bacterial disease, they all know how much we hate you deep down...

They invariably start their sentences with "I'm an American, I hope you don't hate me"...And we give you the same stuff over and over..." No of course not, we have nothing against the American people"..."It's your government."

A lie...

Can you really blame any of us? What is so likeable about you ? After all you are nothing but a bunch of cold, indifferent, murderers...murderers of an innocent people. A people you have totally destroyed, destroyed right down to its fibers...

Your Bush, your Clinton, your senile Congress, your Senate...and you....All to be flushed down the toilet. But then, even the sewages of the world will vomit you out.


Of course if you are eager to hear words of praise, you really should not be visiting this blog. You can go to other Iraqi bloggers who have developed the expertise of kissing your ass for a "symbolic fee". Inside and outside the Green Zone.

But then deep down, you have contempt for these bloggers...They are too slave like. What you really secretly long for, is someone to tell you the Truth about you, about your moral degenerateness. And I shall not spare you. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever...

The most fascinating part of it all, is that I am very comfortable with this feeling I harbour towards you. It does not bother me, does not eat me up, does not cause me any guilt trips...It is so natural, so free flowing...

So what do you think ? What is the most appropriate expression for me to show you how much I really hate you ?

P.S: Brits may apply too. But you may get the leftovers...After all you have become a leftover yourselves.

Painting : Iraqi artist, Sina Ata, 2007 "Farewell to Baghdad".

March 12, 2008

Invisible Faces...



I had to go again to have some "paperwork" done, authenticated, officialized, approved, signed...

Again the fucking queue. One would have thought that I'd be used to it by now...

Again, all of them were Iraqis. One was limping, the other holding an infant, an elderly woman so frail, I felt she was going to collapse any minute, a man perspiring carrying around 10 passports, he was trembling so much, all his papers fell dispersing themselves like white flakes on the grey, dirty, floor...

He apologized to the "official" a thousand times for wasting 3 minutes of his precious time, he needed to get approval, he needed that signature...

Your name?
Your father's name ?
Your mother's name ?
...

Go and get your security check !

I've had my security check.

Not enough, more ...

The basement with thick metal doors. It actually looks like a prison.

I could have sworn I saw cells there...

Went into a bare room. A desk and a machine made in the USA.

Again the same questions

Your name?
Your father's name ?
Your mother's name ?
...

Sit down !

Look into the machine. Look at the circle. Wrong ! I said look at the circle!

There were two circles but the idiot did not even know it.

Wrong! Tilt your head to the left. No, tilt it to the right...Yalla look at the circle...there is one circle !

"Actually there are two circles" I said...one for each iris.

Yalla, give me your fingers said another. She was very heavy, perspiring under her polyester veil and the odor emanating from her armpits was making me nauseous.

She gripped my fingers one by one, with her pudgy hand, and she could not even work the fucking machine...made in the USA.

I wanted to shout, "can't you see what the computer screen is telling you, it is telling you CANCEL you fucking idiot..." but I said nothing.

She kept repeating, why can't you lay your fingers properly, on the scanner?

"But I am, I am laying my fingers on your scanner..."

No you are not !

And she would take each finger and press it so hard, I felt my tendons about to snap...and all I wanted to shout was "look at your fucking screen you moron, it says CANCEL...you can't work the damn thing before you click CANCEL..."

Now look into the camera. click, click, click....

And here I was. They had my eyes, my fingers, my face...thanks to the "security" machine made in the USA.

Another elderly man was there with his cane and he was blind, his daughter in black was helping him, she looked so pale, so lost...how is he going to look at the circle?

And then came another couple and I saw the woman anxiously tearing little pieces from the tissue she was holding in her hands and stuffing them into her pocket.

And there was a woman with a little girl wearing slippers and no socks.

And there was a man with stained trousers.

And another woman carrying a handbag with holes in it, as if perforated by a machine gun.

And another woman covering her head with a woolen hat, hiding her chemotherapy.

And another elderly man badly limping.

and another, and another, and another ...

All numbers...

Number: 154, 155, 156, 157, 158...

All Iraqis. All here because of You.

All waiting to sit in front of the machine made in the USA.

Fingers, eyes and invisible faces....

And as I saw more of them approaching the thick metal gates, I prayed.

I prayed that you all become exiled, displaced...

I prayed that you lose all your belongings, your livelihoods, your homes, your parents, your children, your families, your loved ones...

I prayed that you get invaded and occupied by China, or anyone else...

I prayed that they appropriate your wealth, your resources, your work, your country, your lives...

And the longer the queue, the harder I prayed...

And my prayer took a life of its own, breathing by itself, beyond my control...
My prayer shrank to one sentence, and I kept repeating it like a mantra, over and over, compulsively repeating it until...

Until, I forgot the queue, forgot the faces, forgot the holes in the shoes and in the handbags, forgot the little girl in plastic slippers with no socks, forgot the bald elderly woman, forgot the lost young woman dressed in black, forgot the numbers....and I kept on repeating it over and over...

May you not find a day of Peace in your lives.

Then a voice called out

158! 158! where is 158 ? Yalla, it's your turn!

Your name ?
Your father's name ?
Your mother's name ?
...


Painting : Iraqi artist, Sina Atta, 2007 "Numbers"

March 9, 2008

From the "Weaker Sex"


I've stopped celebrating the 8th of March a few years ago...already.

A few years ago, my so called "feminist male" friends, would drop by and offer a bouquet of flowers or send a few words of solidarity and undying devotion to the female cause...

Most of these guys were what you can consider on the left of the political spectrum.
And oh they were so good with words...We'd discuss till the early morning hours about dialectics, materialism, patriarchy and the permanent revolution...I was very touched by this overt demonstration of friendship and trust, until...

Until I heard that a good number of these guys supposedly on the left to the very left, some considered themselves hardcore marxists, others trotskyists, others oh so progressive...until some of these leftists voted for Muqtada Al-Sadr, Allawi, Al-Hakeem, supporting the occupation...

Have you ever heard of a die hard communist become a sadrist, a folllower of a would be mullah whose men are renowned for raping, drilling and mutilating women ?

Have you ever heard of a marxist supporting the butcher Allawi, responsible for collaborating with the American psychopaths who burned the women of Fallujah with napalm?

Have you ever heard of a leftie singing the praises of Ayatollah Khomeini and his Quds brigades of which the Supreme Council of the Islamic Revolution of Iraq aka the SCII of the Badr Brigades is an offshoot, responsible for burning nawasib women alive just because they are sunnis ?

And do you think it stops there ? Go beyond Iraq and have a hard look at the Arab leftist men and you will see the same... You will see them supporting the most backward retrograde political movements parading as "anti imperialist", the most backward and fascist movements when it comes to women...such as the supporters of Hamas, Hezbollah and Iran...

Now extend all of the above to encompass the Western left then add the Arab feminists and Western feminists and you will get a full picture of what has happened and is happening to the women of Iraq...

So seeing all this disgusting political hypocrisy, I declare the 8th of March a day of mourning, a day of mourning for the women of Iraq.

In other words you can stuff your 8th of March celebrations, up, way up...

I, off course, hate the American occupation which is ultimately responsible for the current predicament Iraqi women find themselves in.

I also hold all accomplices on the right end of the political spectrum equally responsible...

But nothing, absolutely nothing, beats my utter contempt for the left in general including the anti-war clowns and in particular leftist Arab men...

I know where I stand with the current all male Islamist discourse, I know where I stand vis-a- vis Zionism, I know where I stand vis-a-vis the neo cons and democrats alike but the worst of the worst is the Left...They are an insidious cancerous disease, in sheep's skin, in dove's feathers....they are an abomination and in particular leftist Arab men...

Their total lack of a clear principled stand, their manipulative propaganda, their support for fascist movements in the name of anti-imperialism, make them in my eyes a hundred times worse than an open ended occupation.

Foreign occupations do not last, they will ALL eventually be vanquished, but what do you do with the enemy within your own ranks ?

What do you do with the communist who has turned into a sectarian driller ? What do you do with the progressive who rapes? What do you do with the pan Arabist who supports the Hezbollahs and the mullahs of this world ? What do you do with him short of banishing him into political and physical oblivion ?

What do you do with these political whores pretending to be men?

What will you tell Amal who was gang raped by the sectarian militias and tortured ?

What will you tell Dr.Farida who is sweeping floors in Damascus?

What will you tell Umm Zayd who witnessed her own daughter burned alive in front of her eyes by Hezbollah Iraq ?

What will you tell Aisha who found her sister raped, mutilated in her genitals and dumped in a street by the Sadr militias?

What will you tell Afaf who was raped and tortured by the Badr Brigades of your "anti Imperialist Iran"

What will you tell Sawsan who is barely 16, forced to prostitute herself ?

What will you tell Dalal, a professor, who has taken to begging in the streets?


What will you tell us women who lost our husbands, fathers, uncles, brothers, sisters, mothers, aunts, children, and forced into exile with no income and no right to work, with no health care, and having to fend for whole families, alone ?

You bastards of Arab men, you leftists of my butt, what will you tell us on the 8th of March ?

What will you offer us you disgusting, depraved, decadent lot ?

I do not address the Americans, I do not consider them to be human beings...
And I considered you human but I was wrong.

You are full of hot air, full of shit, full of bravado words, and you turned out to be nothing but a bunch of cowardly eunuchs...

Be my guests -- shove your political theories, concepts, analysis, articles, conferences, congresses, parties, poetry, prose, slogans, jargons...up your collective asses.

None of you are fit to rule anything or anyone...you are nothing but political prostitutes who will surrender to the most flashy pimp du jour...

And this is what I offer you ,on the 8th of March, you proselyted, ideological harlots.

Go to hell, all of you.

Painting : Iraqi female artist, Betool Fekaiki.

March 7, 2008

Absent Ones...


Some of my regular readers, wrote to me, enquiring about my seeming absence, my silence...

I am not absent, am just screaming silently...

After all, is that not what you had hoped for in the first place - Stifled Screams?
After all, is that not what you had wished for - a Silent Voice ?

Maybe you devised how to choke an Iraqi woman online, or maybe some new technique on how to mutilate with no scars, or maybe how to rape through your words...or maybe how to murder with no sound...another of your favorites...

What you wished for me, you are wishing for all Iraqi women...And it is happening.

Are you orgasmic at it? Does it turn you on? Does it tintillate your hidden fantasies -- a strangulated woman, choking on blood and words?

It must be some great climax, where you are suddenly reminded you have balls. After all, you just murdered another one. Examine your balls and see them all heavy now.

Now, now, I don't want to see those droopy eyes of yours, nor that baby pouting face, you too are culpable...

Now, now, I don't want to hear that lame voice of yours...

I don't want to see you wringing your hands, with your head down, muttering some excuse or another...

I want you to look me in the eyes...into our eyes... and I want you to parrot your sentences like you have been trained to do.

I want to hear, "under the former dictator" and I want to hear "under the current liberation"... Say it while you look me in the eyes...will you ?

I want you to count with me. Can you count from one to one million ?

Draw a cross for me...place it in a center and see a crucified man on it. He is no Jesus...he is an Iraqi.

Draw circles on the ground, throw that red paint and dance around it, and you will see American names dancing with you...

Check that hole for me...now, now, don't get that excited, it's only a hole.

A drill hole...whilst at it, check those mutilated female genitals, will you?

Does a labia here and a clitoris there, thrown next to a dumped body turn you on?

Oh yes, I thought so too. Do you know their names ? Are their faces familiar ?
You don't recognize them ? Of course you would not, they are burnt with acid...try a little harder, will you ?

You may recognize the bit of lipstick, dripping pink on the corners of what used to be a mouth...

Oh that mouth, that mouth of yours...

How much you like to talk. How much you like to shit political verbiage from that stenchy mouth of yours...

Your mouth is like a sewage, a gutter, a blocked drain pipe, whose filthy foul smelling water is flooding me.

American, English, Iranian, and even Arabic. Iraqi, Jordanian, Palestinian, Saudi, Lebanese, Egyptian, Syrian.... putrid waters...

Am sure you are already masturbating at your own odors...and in between you speculate another of your political theories.

Imperialism, colonialism, pan arabism, political shiism, revolutionism, feminism, capitalism, marxism, socialism, zionism......ism, ism, ismus....spasmus, contraction...

Go ahead and contract those muscles and ejaculate with pride...

Wait, just wait, hold it there.

Before you shoot your final exclamation, before you reach your little nirvana...before you conceptualize and ejaculate another of your theories...

Before you engage in another round of your intellectual masturbations and produce yet another article...

Before your testicles explode with another political analysis...

Before you fall drained on your bed, having reached the ultimate...

Hold it, hold it there and tell me...

What is our name ?


Painting : Iraqi artist, Karim Rissan.