This is a rant about stuff that's gonna piss somebody off somewhere.
It’s a bit of a follow up to the post about Nigeria and the Fleeing beauties.
If it pisses you off ... then you gotta ask yourself "why did I read that?".
The only reason I'm typing this out is because it's how I deal with shit
that otherwise would wear a groove in my brain if I didn't let it out.
As for the opinions shared with me... this is not directed at you... not even a little. I will defend with my dying breath your right to your opinion, and embrace the notion that you share it with me... just do NOT get pissed at me for dissenting. rog?
I commented rather off the cuff recently about the Miss World pageant and the notion of how laughable it is that the gaggle of overdressed brain surgeon, save-the-world wannabes are bolting from the country.
The feedback, while respectable on it's own merit, leads me to comment;
Exactly how sorry do you expect me to be about a hundred people dying in riots staged by a religious group so intolerant of other religions, let alone people in general, that they resort to violent protest? Put 'em all in a room and lock the damn doors.
Never mind that the bullets that killed the protesters were fired by soldiers equiped by American arms manufactures, contracted to sell weapons to Nigeria by American arms sales organizations not-so-secretly funded and organized by the American government.
Ignore, if you can, the notion that Nigerians die by the truckloads of disease and starvation while their government paves the runways that land multi billion dollar fighter jets... or that the corrupt government of Nigeria lavishes themselves in palatial homes and turns a blind eye to countless wire fraud scams directed to Canadian and American elderly citizens.
This backwards ass pathetic excuse for a civilized country plays host to the Miss World pageant. er... no... The Miss World Pageant's idiotic management decides to host their latest effort to fuck up the minds of young girls around the world in a country that cannot tolerate anything approaching North American mores or values. ???? Not to say that NA values are the be all and end all, but - again - why are they hosting the pageant there?
I, in no way shape or form feel any sorrow for the dead and dying that fall beneath the bullets of the latest struggles. Just like I don't give a flying fuck for the tens of thousands of people that die every year in countries all over the world where the citizens choose to kill one another because their families, communities, churches and governments refuse to do anything but encourage their ingrained intolerance. Ireland? China? Israel? Chechnya? Hell those are the easy ones... Seeing a five year old girl tormented by so called adults in the Orange parades in Ireland is enough to make me sick to my stomach... Better yet, why, exactly, did her parents let her walk that route? Because they are just as fucked up as the assholes that tormented her.
People die every day... why did those people die in Nigeria? Not because the beauty pageant was in town - however idiotic the reasons for attempting to hold it there may have been. They died because they are all, collectively, brain dead.
And make no mistake... your government doesn't care either. The united nations peace keeping forces are the collective effort of the industrialized world to bring stability at the business end of a gun to the sources of energy those self same industrialized countries depend upon.
Am I to shed a tear for the plight of the Afghani women and children that live in the refuge camps... without adequate food, water or medical supplies while their governments can afford a well armed military establishment?
I cringe at the notion that my own sickening dictatorship of a government can afford 40 new multi million dollar jet aircraft to fly themselves around the country yet cannot afford adequate day care or relieve overcrowded schools.
We are not free...
We are not well cared for.
Take care of yourself and do nice things to one another, because that's the most good you will ever do.
PS. (that’s a big ps btw): My journal... Mine!