down with the filosofhy - evil rant.

right... im peeved.

enough people have told me .... "you'll do better"...
yeah right , like i can wait 400 years and stay unchanged for the perfect line of work to appear...like liquid mushroom dip cleaner?

enough people have told me ... "you'll find the love of your life"...
probably crawling under a pebble in a oil-slick filled pool next to a nuclear waste dump ?

i have conversations like "oh im busy with my boyfriend, but you can talk to me".
look i appreciate the fact that you pity me and all ... BUT WHY DO U SAY THAT AND THEN TALK TO ME IN ONE WORD REPLIES??

"the city has resilience and has bounced back"...
im sure the 200 people who died needlessly will appreciate your fat butt bouncing around the city.... new meaning to "resilience my ass"

"ladies coaches not guarded to search for threats to rail security".
im sure the next girl who gets assaulted in my city's trains will LOVE THAT she gave up her virtue and sanity so that resilient people dont have to bounce around.

"no more peace talks between our countries"
- FACE IT PEOPLE .... two other countries in this situation would have been pally if YOUR numbskull approach worked? ... what happens is ... one bombs the other, the other uses warplanes on the first .... and people STILL die. maybe we should just export all you b/s-strategiests to the outer wastes of Xena.

i dont have any solutions to ANY of the situations above .... thats why i am rantin like i did..

Enter The Dark Half

Cynicism is an emotion borne out by a day like 11 July '06.

how can a person be all positive and sunshiny when around us all rise the shadowy ghouls of murder from anonymity and screams and blown apart limbs?

i doubt any of the 174(officially reported) violent dismemberments ever thought of their not being able to return home that fateful evening.

i remember watching a Discovery Channel offering about Bats ....
outside their cave , where about 4 million of them live, crowded cheek to jowl above a maggotty teemy environment that eats up their young if they fall (how similar to Mumbai can we get?)...live a few sharp eyed and sharper taloned eagles.
Every morning when the bats return home, tired from their exertions on behalf of their cheepy young, these Evil Eagles (and yet Folk Lore calls them forces of good?) speed through the million strong throng ... and rip a few out of the fabric of Life.

the remaining 399,99,999 continue on with their lives .... happy (if Bats are sentient enough to be capable of such emotion) that it wasnt them.

isnt that how we are ?

the only difference is the few peoplebats who , in all the places of destruction, rushed out to help.
there remain a few dim sparks in the All Consuming Darkness.

from one of the Holy Books,
"How long, O LORD?
How long will the wicked be allowed to gloat?"