Iraq - That Old Hag from Mesopotamia.
Their discourses make me ill, their blog posts make me ill, their ideas make me ill, their anal-ysis make ill, their articles make me ill...
I am as ill as Iraq. And like someone tied down by a long convalescence, waiting for a final prognosis, I want to occasionally throw up from over medication...the medication of anal-ysis, dialysis, paralysis.
These articles, discourses, anal-ysis, are like cheap generics, self made and concocted in some kitchen, in some toilet, infected with parasites, and they make my stomach churn...
Mediocre copies of the real thing...not even. Slogans thrown here and there, balls exploding with narcissistic pride and stats reviews, sudden out of nowhere experts on the matter...ego trippers masturbating over their publicized names, ignorant clueless authorities on the subject, last minute political opportunists latching on...the whole scene is as a vile as an emergency room where corpses lie piled up, one on top of another...having reached their final diagnosis.
Iraq is very ill, a patient on a death bed - shoot the morphine, intravenous needles stuck up her arteries and plastic tubes dangling from an empty bag filled with words...
Iraq is ill...very ill...her temperature rising, feverishly hot and sometimes hypothermic like some anonymous cadaver tucked in an icy morgue...waiting for a final burial.
Doctors surround her death bed -- quacks and charlatans, whose names are listed in secret files in America, Iran, England, Israel...
Strange names, who are these people ? She used to call them "Huthala", scum in Arabic, below scum...and today they are treating her...on a hospital bed, the murderer is a doctor, and the nurse its torturer...
Doctors from Iraq, from Iran, from Israel, from Ze Lebanon, from Palestine, rush to her bed and gag her with more bandages that they shove down her throat, down her abdomen, into her intestines...quickly replacing the empty bag full of words with one full of blood...
A host of bacteria, virus, fungus, gather as opportunistic secondary infections around her...
Surgeons are called in, different nationalities, ready to butcher, with no gloves and no anesthesia. until the pus fills her up...amputate here, amputate there, remove this, excise that,...
Unbelievable, defying all laws, she is still breathing, she is still resisting...the Iraq concept, that old hag from Mesopotamia.
Picture : Ishtar's head.
