Friday, October 13, 2006


I really need to be depressed to write something. Fortunately, this happens frequently. I feel sad and depressed. I lost my loved ones.
Sorry to tell you that, but I did. I lost my father, my mother, my brother, and my sister, and finally I died. I died 660,000 times.
Americans ask "why do you hate us?" well…. I have 660,000 reasons to hate you. But I'm not like you, I'm better, I am not going to go on a killing frenzy, and kill every American I see, I won't come to America and destroy it, I won't butcher your children, or rape your girls. I just won't.
660,000 people died in Iraq, and do you care? Nooooooooooooooooooo, you don’t.
You would have cared more if they were cattle or sheep; you would have cared more if they were chicken infected with bird flu. For god's sake, you care more about your dogs than about humane beings. But wait a minute, this is wrong, I'm terribly sorry, who said you even consider them to be humane beings anyway? They served their purpose, they died.
Every person in this world has a purpose serve. People are born, they grow up, they go to school, they get married, they have kids, they work, they produce, you know the drill. But us, on the other hand, our only purpose is to die. We get married, we have kids, but we might just as well send to their graves immediately, because they are going to die anyway. You get married and reproduce children, we reproduce corpses. Corpses which only purpose is die and be buried. That’s what we do, WE DIE.
660,000 died. But he doesn’t believe in that number, they grave digger doesn’t believe that he killed and buried 660,000 people. And does he give a number? No, he doesn’t. he just says its not 660,000. OK, I'll go with that, lets say its half, 330,000. is that enough? No? OK, let's say its 100,000. OK now? No? Let's just say its 50,000. Is this fair? Who gives a rat's ass what the number is you dumb maniac? Whatever the number is, its people. It describes how many people who had been killed. Concentrate, people not cattle. People not dogs. People for god's sake.
But again, I'm sorry, you should forgive me, sometimes I get emotional and forget what you think. They are not people, never have been. They served their purpose on earth, they died. That’s what we do, WE DIE.
Come again? What was that? Liberation? Yes, yes… I forgot about that. Sorry? Tyranny? Well, sure. Terrorism? Of course, how can I forget that, you keep saying this every god-damn day. Every time any of you say these things, I want to puke. You can't be that dumb. The American people can't be that dumb, no way. You just can't be that dumb, it doesn’t make any sense. If the American people are that dumb, how can they be leading the whole world in democracy and humane rights? But maybe you are not as democratic and not humane-rights defending as you might think. You care more about yourselves than other people, than the whole world. You are ready to murder, destroy, rape, annihilate, exterminate, abolish, erase, and do whatever you deem "necessary" to protect your "civilization", "freedom", and "way of life". The very same things you deny other people, you deny them create their own civilization or acknowledge any they have before, you deny them the right that every humane being is born free, and you deny them to live their own way of life. All that is not American is inferior; all who is not American is not humane. George Orwell should have put that is his book along with war is peace, ignorance is strength, and freedom is slavery. You make other people war to make your own peace, you keep other people ignorant to gain strength, and you enslave other people to ensure your freedom.
What? I don’t know what is wrong with me today, I keep forgetting. Yes, yes. These things are not people. And what am I so pissed off about? They served their purpose, they died. Because that’s what we do. WE DIE.
But you didn’t just kill my body 660,000 times; you killed my dreams, my hopes, and my future. You killed the humane being I thought I was, the one I always longed to be. I'm thinking of all the children who have died, I'm thinking of all the mothers and father who have died and left their children, I'm thinking of the brothers and sisters who have died and left their mother and fathers and siblings. I'm thinking of their hopers, dreams, and future. I'm thinking what would have happened if they hadn’t died, If you hadn’t killed them. I'm thinking of them and I feel like I have died 660,000 times. I'm a walking corpse with 660,000 wounds on my dead body. A dead man walking to nowhere, no hopes, no dreams, and definitely no future. What future is there for a dead man? You don’t just kill people; you kill people's hopes, dreams, and future. You don’t just kill a child; you kill the humane being inside his family. You don’t just rape a girl; you rape the life of the humane being inside her family, turning them into beasts.
Oh shit. Did do it again? Maybe I should take a pill or something. There is something wrong with. What's that you say sir? Yeah, yeah. I don’t know what am I pissed off about? Why am I talking like this? I don’t have a clue, I must be nuts. They did the only thing they were supposed to do; they came here to earth to do one thing, and one thing only, and they did it. Almost flawlessly, the have only one purpose, and they served that sacred purpose, they died. Because that’s what we do, WE DIE.