July 28, 2012

In My Mother's Arms...


My Twitter timeline was full of garbage today...not that it usually isn't but today it was extraordinarily so...a dazzling spectacle of people swooning over the "Olympics" with endless identical tweets, parroted from the same view...as if hundreds of people were just one-- automated, robotic, spectator...repeating the same crap over and over again...for over 5 hours...praising the sophisticated city of London, Mother England; that ample breast, that generous mother of nations, gathering her children, for a get together in some higher realm...the colorful multitude of her mixed races...gently rocked in her outstretched arms...crowned with a speech by her Majesty's to the tunes of Paul McCartney or God knows who...I say God knows who because I did not watch and will not watch...The Twitter garbage was enough of a scene.


So in between those nauseating tweets, I tried focusing on the realities of the Empire, the White one...the British American one, the Western one...


And amid the orgiastic exclamations, a small tiny voice of sanity  linked a story -- horrific images of the Dawood US military hospital in Kabul, supposedly funded to provide medical care to Afghan soldiers fighting along side their NATO masters.. Horrific scenes from an Auschwitz somewhere in Afghanistan.


I felt nauseous looking at these pictures, violently so...I thought to myself if these "civilized"savages called Americans and their NATO counterparts, allow this to happen to the "locals" that help and assist them...can you image what they do to the "Enemy" ? The neglect in this Kabul hospital can be qualified as nothing but pure RACISM and a deep contempt and hatred towards the Afghans, towards Muslims. You can see the pictures here.


Violently nauseous I was...am...


So I surfed the net in the hope of getting more information on this US military hospital in Kabul, only to land on another monster birthed by the White Anglo Saxon Empire - a Baghdad orphanage. The story of one man, who is saving orphans from the streets of Baghdad and from state run orphanages where children are regularly abused and raped. The struggle of one man, begging for funds to keep his 2 bedroom rented place that lodges 32 orphaned boys, going...one man from Sadr City...an adult orphan (figure of speech) with no help from the putrid corrupt Iraqi government, no help from the "humanitarian" NGOs, no help from the UN, no help from the American or British embezzlers who "liberated" his country only to leave over 500'000 street kids roaming the streets of Baghdad and 4 Million orphans all over Iraq. 


I will say no more...I will leave you to watch it...take 40 mn and WATCH IT. Watch it, absorb the details, pay attention, pay attention...if you can tweet for 5 hours non stop about some Olympic torch ceremony, surely you can watch 40mn. 


But am not counting on you...am counting on one orphaned adult man, an orphan in his own country who's got the will and determination to pick up a tiny bit of the broken pieces that you left behind... 


After this second Olympic size monster, Iraq, the first one being Afghanistan -- the Olympics of Empire, my nausea started boiling...like lava from a volcano...and I trust and I know that it will erupt on a massive scale...sooner than you care to believe.