Not enough for Pakistan

Pakistan complains that the world is ignoring scope of disaster. A valid complaint, as funding not splendidly generous.

As it turns out, the world does not particularly care to send lots of money to a country which is a byword for corruption and terrorism, despite clear need of the population.
News articles last month made clear that the Pakistani government skimmed a very large proportion of previous disaster aid donations, some of which ended up in ISI and Taliban pockets.
Far too little got to the needy, far too late besides.

Why, the world is seeming to ask, send money and help if Paki military hijacks it, vakil class imposes commissions and conditions, and politicos direct to own pocket?
It is understandable that world is hesitant about a repeat.

The more so as Pakistani society is notorious for overlooking the world's contributions, and its own horrible failings, equally or much more so massive. Everything in Pakistan is the fault of the Zionists and the evil Yankees.
Rain, flood, earthquake, quagmire? Blame Z and evil Y.
Corruption, toxic waste, bad tv? Blame Z and evil Y.
India, existence and proximity of? Blame Z and evil Y.

But please understand, it just isn't proper entirely for a failed state, a terror supporting theftocracy, a loose cannon among the nations, populated by brigands, rapists, and violators of civilized values, to have so pressing a need. Sorry. No.
Perhaps some other time. After civilization has been succesfully introduced.

Or can we send in Christian missionaries to safeguard the donations and make sure that the suffering masses actually receive help this time?

What it is to be done

In the words of brother Igor, "iz buggery sad". And what it is, you very well should be asking!
Yes!
I will tell you. These last past several months (nearly four of them) I have not felt any creative juices or otherwise flowing, I am dry of inspiration.

No longer am I so passionate about miss Wong's prospect of roaring up on a motorcycular behemoth, nor am I passionate about her fascination with the miniscule size of Richard Becker's tiny little male member - alas, not even what Richard Becker and Forrest Schmidt do to each other when they think no one is looking fascinates me more.
Whips and chains, dear boys, it is all no matter. Do as you please, but please to not leave any spots on the carpet. Stalinate yourselves at painful will, do.


It is the place!!!

Berkeley so frightful ghastly boring locus, precisely and exactly. If not for Vic's chaat house, unliveable. People what inhabit bloody stupid, opinionated too, knowing all only even so! Unspeakable, so not to be having any conversation good heavens. Environs of pretentious universitarians what does it.

Mayhap and perchance I should move to the city, that being in all ways the beautiful SF acros body of water.
Prospects of vices and decadents night life most endearing. Cigars, trollops, and multiplicity of appeal.
It is very civilized.

I am kindly looking for recommendations: dwelling neighborhood, food avails, and places where to smoke as well as perspicate the young damsels. Please oblige.
I am a very clean lawyer.

Is an idiot only!

Good lord already it has been these several months! And what pray tell I was thinking!
Well, what can say but the weather in Mother Rashtra very nice at turn of year and few months beyond.
Now not so much, it is time to head for the hill station. Which, in my case particular, is Berkeley. Having taken a nice apartment overlooking Rose Garden, very English.

Visited all the familyjis and friendjis and prestonjis who must be said salam to, and having had some fabulousji shiny suits made by derji in central.

As drunken pilot said in J4 Movie, I’m baaaaack!


Now comes houmerus quote: “The failed car bomb attack on New York may give Pakistan a bad name, Interior Minister Rehman Malik says, because the man charged is of Pakistani origin."
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/8662989.stm


"This unfortunate incident, having been done under the name of Pakistan or by a Pakistani will definitely bring a bad name to Pakistan, for which we are worried."


Bear patiently with me while I try to rearrange my face. Given blathering quotient of statement, and tender simplemindedness of honourable minister, this is proving utmost difficult.
I feel my jaw muscles ache and twitch uncontrollably, with utter desperation I clap my hands to my face and force it to be into calm dispassionate rigidity, and pinch myself severly several, in hopes that quivering will stop, and I am blinking fiercely in this valiant attempt. At last.


Buwahahahahahahahahah!


Jolly amusing blokes, those Pakis.
He is worried. Bit late in the game.
His bad names are already cast in gilded concrete.

Even more amusing: " Mr Shahzad has admitted trying to detonate the bomb having learnt how to make it in Pakistan."

Apparently detonating he did not learn only, subject proved too complicated.
We are suggesting he call help-center very fast. Where overeducated Tamils can vocally make much light of him and waggle heads in cheerful condemnation. The stupid owl.

American Red Cross co-sponsors hate speech

A friend with a remarkably pink blog kindly alerts me to an utterly odious situation.

QUOTE:
The Stanford Department of Drama and the Stanford Theatre Activist Mobilization Project (STAMP) are proud to announce a staged reading - the San Francisco Bay Area premiere - of the thought-provoking play, My Name is Rachel Corrie.The performances feature an impressive line-up of post-show discussion speakers including Rabbi Michael Lerner, Professor Joel Beinin, and Professor Tom Sheehan.

This event is Free & Open to the public. Please email stanfordrachelcorrie@gmail.com to reserve tickets.

My Name is Rachel Corrie is Co-Sponsored by: American Red Cross, Amnesty International, Coalition for Justice in the Middle East, Emma Goldman Society for Queer Liberation, Jewish Voice for Peace, Muslim Student Awareness Network, Peninsula Peace and Justice Center, Physicians for Human Rights, Stanford Says No to War, Stanford University Students for UNICEF, and Students Confronting Apartheid by Israel.
END QUOTE.


The American Red Cross? Aren't they supposed to be 'apolitical'? Surely their sponsorship is a horrible mistake? Perhaps an agent from the other side infests a local branch of an otherwise sometimes commendable organization? And that suspicion is not entirely unfounded - the Red Cross was notorious for several decades for refusing linkage with Magen David Adom, on the spurious grounds that the Seal of Solomon, symbol of Magen David Adom (literal translation: Red Shield of David) was a religious symbol, quite unlike the cross or the crescent.

Often otherwise excellent groupss will find themselves subverted by those who would make of them mere front-organizations.

Pro-Palestinism is as much a religion as any other, and has quite as many strictures which to the skeptic seem irrational. The Red Cross may have fanatics among its ranks.I shall henceforth not contribute even one paise to their cause.

For shame, bloodsuckers, for shame.

Roman Polanski is my hero!

For over thrity years Roman Polanski mister convinced the French that forcible sex with a drunken drugged thirteen year old girl was PERFECTLY NORMAL!

Amazing. Dumb ass Frenchies swallowed the guff. And made themselves look immortally stupid in process. As if anywhere outside of degenerate Islamic hinterlands such is considered healthy and logical.

For years, French persons were insisting 'no, Roman Polanksi is an important artist and creative genius, assuredly if he wuffed a thirteen year old it was tres bien'.
He forced himself on a child - for French, apparently nothing extraordinaire. Child rape common as daylight in France. In between smearing cheese, splashing pefrume, and smoking foul gitanes.
Pocque pocque pocque la belle Americaine stupide, c'est normale mon vieux!

Sorry, you goat-humping frogs, not even if she spread legs for entire French parliament saying "come bang me big boys" would it be passable. Thirteen years old! Merde!
What you were thinking!
But you were so pleased that he sought France to hide out, having in nowadays era so very few men of talent at all in France that one more no matter how ethically and morally crippled was welcome addition. A vrai intellectuel! And she only une Yanquie! Ne pas de probleme!

And we all know what you lot think about sex anyways, do we not?

Anything better than the English style. Turn portrait of old lady to wall and do it rigorously with someone younger. Plus, you despise the Americans.

Now it bites. You look pretty silly protecting international pervert. Thirty years, what? Are you proud of that? Artisitic pretentions, oui, yet nothing more than a common rogue.

Makes one wonder how many French thirteen year olds he got to while there. And how many of those found him in any case far cleaner than French rapists.
Probably bit of a relief not having poxy frog whiffing in the old featherbed.
Life a living hell in France, but not all stinko at all times, merci bonne dieu.

Go one, have some more wine, silly French chappies. It will help you forget that you gladly hosted a man who cannot be trusted with your daughters.
Any of them, maybe even all of them.
For making fools out of you he deserves a medal.
After being killed for being a horrid degenerate first, of course.

Alors enfants de la patrihihiya, le jour de gloire est arrivee! Pom pom, pom pom, pohom pom pom, pompompom pom, da da daa da daha daaaaaa!

Get your pnaties outta my face!

The nerve of that child! First she waves her panties in my face, then she refuses my kind responsive attentions! I am all of the flutter accordingly! And quite quite infuriated!

Here I had striven to argua her into accepting my reasoned contention, yet she denies! Denies!

I speak, of course naturally, of the utterly evil and possibly luscious and tempting miss Snooky Wong, writer of Death By Noodles, which I never read, and columnist for the Pro-Israel Bay Bloggers, a respectable outfit of which I too am contributing.


AND I SAY: BITCH!


Your excesses are greater than a first cup of coffee!

How you dare use my very own highly literate postings to argue and aver that I am obsessed with Richard Becker's penis?! How you dare, I say!
Completely - not - interested - in - the slightest - small - penis of - Richard buggery Becker!
A literary fancy, pure and simple!

The fact that his manhood is minute and smoothly undeveloped is a matter of record. I am merely stating the well-known. I have no personal state in his teenie weenie little winkipoo. Quite not! No one does! Not even the zesty venomtress Lily Haskell! We hear she swings elsewheres in some other case. Though she too is heartfelt in her lust for Arabs and their brutish cause.

Richard Becker's tiny little dinglewangle is of no importance to the cause. Merely typical of many anti-Semitic ponces and faulty individuals. That he matches in queen size miss Haskell, well, too bad and not enough. Both are in same regard.

And I should ask, has any one seen them in the same place at the same time?

So no, my dear miss Wong, delicious Snooky B., I have no investment in Richard Becker's penis. It is far too small and inconsequent. No appeal utterly. Probably smells bad. Evil thumbtack.

You, however, seem to have it on your mind.

Death by Noodles is a horrid mistress!

Heavens, little miss Wong! You again overlook my contributions to PIBB and focus on the unimportant; your own. Of which there are about three minor scribblings, I grant you. But mine you do not mention! At all!! How could you!!!

Hah!

Nor did you react, in any way at all, to my recipe for Parsee Prawn Curry!

Soon I shall have to offer it instead to Richard Becker, if he will but let me photograph his tiny penis, and take a wax impression, so that I may prove to you, in several blown up color photographs, and a plaster model, that I speak the truth, I spoke the truth.
It is small. It is but that you would not believe me when I asserted that little fact that you now ignore me, I doubt it not!

Despite the several scriptural kindnesses I have shown you. But nay! And no!
You wished proof of my valid claim that Richard Becker is blessed with a matchbox-sized lora, or even smaller, as befits a notorious communist from a comfortable armchair, who is desiring to entirely without danger to himself or evidences leading back to him, or the beneficiaries of his mini-me, instigate, stir-up, and outside-agitate for violent revolution and the bloody extinguishment of Jews and other fine peoples. As is utterly the balanced and considered opinion of myself, a discriminating and perspicacious lawyer.

You insisted upon it!

RICHARD BECKER HAS A TINY PENIS (or had a tiny penis, when last we could ascertain, at a moments before this writing).
DO NOT DARE DISPUTE! IT IS SMALL. MINUTE!
And it is rather cute. As ugly little dingusses go.
It eats cheese.

I SHALL NOW REPEAT: RICHARD BECKER HAS A TINY PENIS! RICHARD BECKER HAS A TINY PENIS!!! ALL OF INTERNATIONAL ANSWER HAS TINY PENISES!!!!!!!

It is smaller than a shrimp. And concerning which, if you intend on cooking that shrimp curry of which the receipt I wrote, do NOT overcook the shrimp. It will turn tough and tasteless if you do. As well as limp and greasy, and altogether nasty and communistic. Plus pink and somewhat wrinkled, and shrivelly entirely.