June 25, 2010

Portrait of an Iraqi Hypocritical Opportunist as a Young Man...

I am always complaining about the hypocrisy of other people, but I have not forgotten my own - that of Iraqis.

Hypocritical, opportunists, double faced, pieces of shits is what a good deal of them are...I have no illusions about them...sure there are a few good ones left...they were true throughout, some have atoned and redeemed, after having spilled much blood - innocent blood, and some, sorry to say for the most part Shiites (a horrible hypocritical two faced ideology when thoroughly studied) and a good deal of Kurds (who will never be accepted by anyone except the Israeli Jews - their natural racist cousins and allies), have remained on course...on track...

The shoe polishers, the bend over sex slave boys of the Occupation is what they are...They have no pride, no dignity and no honor and calling them Iraqis makes me sick with disgust. They are the tumors of Iraq, the malignancy that has eaten away at the Iraqi body. They are the parasites of not only the occupation, but they are the parasites of History, itself.

Corrupt, spineless, immoral to the bone, they are beyond any form of redemption - political or other.

They do not fit a particular class, clan or tribe...they are amorphous, like an amoeba that feeds on....

They are the real disease that has plagued Iraq, that has distorted its history and that has re-written its text books...

They are the thieves, the rapists, the torturers, the pillagers, the plunderers, the killers of America and Iran and whoever drums for either...

They are commonly called - traitors. But for me, traitor is a mild word. Their treason goes beyond loyalty to country and history...they are the epitome of the most vile, most unethical, most debased of any society...the words - pimps and whores are ennobling - they do not even deserve these titles. They are the lowest of the low.

I am not saying all of that out of some vengeful spite, no am not. I know my country and I know my people well, before these worms crawled out of the dead wood -- the dead wood of coffins and mass graves...

I have met many of them...they come in all sizes, all shapes and all names...some with turbans, some without, some with bow ties trying to mimic their masters -- the English, like faithful circus apes...

I know their origins, how they got to where they are at now, how much they profited from the old regime and how much they are profiting from the new one...

I will give you a portrait of one of them...just one...but I want you to remember that there are thousands of them around...

This one is half Kurd, half Shiite. Just looking at him, you are filled with nausea. Honestly.

There is something so slimy about him, he looks and feels like mucus.

This guy pretends he was some opposition to the "dictatorship". Well the motherfucker does not know how much I've been around...I play dumb, most of the time...because I love cornering this mass of pus, cornering him my own way...does not matter if he figures it out or not, the important thing is that I figure him out...

He sat, crossed legged with his English bow tie, looking like a fucking ape straight out of Trafalgar Square, after having spent many white nights in Soho.

He flicked his Benson & Hedges, and said

- He (Saddam) and his Oruba - his Arabism, look where he got us ?! You know, I was a dissident, an opponent, he wanted me hanged...

I did some "research" beforehand, he was no opponent and he was no dissident, he was a civil servant who used government funds to have his kids (pimps and whores like him and his wife) study abroad, and not just graduate but he also used government funds to have them postgraduate.

With these same funds as a civil servant, he managed to buy not one but three properties overseas, all the while enrolling himself on the English welfare state as some political refugee...

The motherfucker calls himself a doctor as in a Phd of some kind...he managed to get a British passport, swindling himself through with his anti-Saddam lamentations, lamentations so typical of the Shiites and the Kurds.The guy has no Phd, the guy hardly made it through university in Baghdad, paid by the same Saddam...the guy can't even spell or speak proper English...but the English love him, because he wears a bow tie...and flicks Benson & Hedges, an education he got from his Soho nights...

Now that slime bag, son of a peasant, village hooker, would have not even dreamed of finding himself in England had it not been for the same regime he now lambastes with pride...

That son of a peasant bitch, from a village in some fucked up dump in "Kurdistan" where they are still picking fleas imported from Qum, only made it to his Mother England, because there was someone, somewhere who believed that even that son of a peasant bitch is entitled to an equal opportunity...

So they invested in that dirty scum bag of slime from Shiistan/Kurdistan and now he's wearing a fucking bow tie...flicking Benson & Hedges and puffing himself as some opponent dissident of "Tyranny and Dictatorship".

This is the kind of specimen the West loves...mediocre, filthy, spineless, immoral...this is the kind that is most malleable, this is the kind that is most subservient, this is the kind that will further their objectives the best...

Check other Iraqi bloggers, 99% of them fit that description.

Check the current Iraqi government, ALL of them fit that description. I know their history one by one...99% of them were on welfare in England, holding dual nationalities, now they are millionaires. 99% of them call themselves Doctors, and 98 % of them have not even completed undergraduate University. But the West loves them, because they are the mediocre pus filled douche bags of the Occupation...

One by one, I can give you their resume, their curriculum vita, from their days in flea ridden Iran and its rotten Hawza of charlatans to their heydays in England and the U.S.

They are the deepest filth of Iraq. History has vomited them once before, once, twice and it will vomit them thrice, and more, again...


P.S: Title borrowed from James Joyce to fit current Iraq.