Iraq @ The Sound of Silence.

Hello Blogger my old friend...

Hello darkness my old friend,I  came to talk with you again...because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping and the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains, within the sound of silence.

I came to disturb the sound of silence.

I love disturbing people...I was always told that I was a nuisance. I lived up to the expectations of me.

Silence as a cancer grow...

I can assure you, you have tumors growing in you, the size of grapefruits...

Why you hate grapefruits ?

I was told am a nuisance...I just love annoying you...in between the soda and popcorn breaks...

What ? am I to announce my own funeral -so you can rest in peace ?

Would you like to see the last living one of us signing her own death warrant ? Am sure you would, in between breaks of soda and popcorn...

I love the way my words pop don't you ? I love popping them like corn on a hot stove

Just to remind you of the sound of silence.

Iraq's Shattered Heritage.

I am breaking my silence with ruins....this is a wound that will never heal, not even in my afterlife.
I need not explain much, as I have already explained much in the past.
You  are the ones who will be doing much explanation on the Day of Reckoning.
You don't have to watch the testimonies of the living,  if you don't want to, if you can't spare your precious empty time, a time devoid of substance...
But you are being watched, observed....and all is transcribed, noted down,  recorded...all.  And even if your consciences are dead, there is the One that is Alive and never dies.

Passwords...

I am a terribly disorganized female...I find order in chaos...I am not structured, nor methodic...am a willow...a weeping willow...

I bend, yield, like bamboo that seeks growth in mud water...that's my nature.

I also lose passwords in the mud...trying to survive the mud. You must have a password...or you can't get through...I have a password and I keep loosing it, or it keeps being changed.

I am told to write, when my muse left me in the mud...I am told -- write anyway...
tell them, while bent, about willow trees...weeping willows and weeping widows...
tell them about orphaned girls
tell them about the severity of life and the severity of survival...
tell them, for they are a people living in satin like...illusions.

Tell them...and dig stories out of your old ragged sack
tell them when it is not satin nor velvet
tell them...for passwords are meant for all.

From Anbar with Love...

Today is Valentine's and this is the sectarian Shiite government of Maliki demonstration of love for the Iraqi people.

This is a rushed translation. I have translated the gist. An Iraqi man with his family, has his home bombed destroyed. including all electrical outlets, (electricity is still a big deal in Iraq 11 years on and to get electricity you have to invest much in terms of money and ingenuity to get an electrical current).

Furthermore this man has disabled children - he points to the wheel chair. His house is now unlivable, he has to leave - exiled within his own country.

Here is the translation :

Maliki - you coward, may God debase you. Today is Friday, you destroyed our electricity, why,  what have we done to you, you burnt our electrical outlet, we are also muslims.

You coward, you unbeliever, you Farissi (Persian), you apostate.

I have disabled children , this is her wheelchair, you exiled us, may God exile you in Hell.

This is my daughter Zahra, is she a terrorist, is she is Daaesh (ISIL),  show your hands, lift your hands Zahra... before you the Americans bombed here and disabled her, she has 6 fingers on each hand, they killed two of my children and now you (maliki) do the same.

Zahra can’t even speak, she has 6 fingers on her feet and hands, why have you exiled us, this is our area, I have no one but Allah and this house, may God take his revenge and may He  exile you ya Maliki.

Exiled within our homes, this girl is disabled, Zahra, an innocent kid, they (the Americans) bombed us in 2004, while her mother was pregnant with her, and she came out disabled, deformed...

There is no power and change save through God , there is no god but God "

Dumping Grounds ?

The Feminine is considered a "recipient", you know, that womb, uterus that will carry, bear it and endure...labor pangs and all....sacrifice, self effacement, selflessness for the "greater good".

The Feminine, the land that is "toiled" like a field...the earth, the ground where you plant seeds that sprout...

The Feminine - The dumping ground ?

Seems it is so.

I liken Iraq to the Feminine, in its rather simplistic and vulgar definition as in above...This is where all the syphilitic vultures dump their violence.

Today, a female TV presenter was shot dead in Mosul, she was just reporting...

Yesterday, the day before yesterday and the months before yesterday and the years before yesterday, Iraqi women have been the "recipient" of Violence, male violence.

Whether this violence came in the form of a US missile, an AK47, a gun, a knife, a cane or an actual penis, it does not really matter, it is all Phallic violence.

One Iraqi woman aptly described it as "living in a jungle ruled by men",  (article here on the increase of violence against Iraqi women and the male government's refusal to do anything about it). Adding, if shelters were constructed, the government fears that a great number of women will leave their "families".

Phallic violence --- the verticality of it all, that turns you into a horizontal position...ultimately horizontally laid to rest...in a coffin, and if you manage to escape the fate of a coffin, you are still horizontally laid to rest, unable to vertically  stand on your own two feet, paralyzed by the experience.

Iraq as exemplified by its women, has become the Dumping Ground, ever since its "liberation".

Usually when one thinks of "liberation", one imagines someone in shackles, squatting in a cell, chained, unable to stand, unable to move, suddenly transformed into this free being, who gets up, breaks free and runs, runs, with her two legs...jumps up and down with joy, walks forward with enthusiasm and hope, with dreams about to be fulfilled...

Does Iraq fit the imaginary liberation picture above ? Does She fit the US promises embodied in that "grand" statue of Liberty, a woman holding a torch, erected tall, above the grounds ?

Tens years on, the shackles have become stronger, the chains thicker, the cells darker.

So I took time to reflect, divorcing the personal from the political --  as impassively as possible, as unbiasedly as possible, as impartially as possible, as dispassionately as possible, as objectively as possible, all those words that you hold dear to your heart, denoting "self control", "able to withstand rigorous scrutiny" like in some empirical laboratory experiment.

I took the time...and I turned it around in my head, over and over, from every single angle, from every single perspective...

And I could not find one single tenet, one single clause, one single item in any textbook, moral, ethical, philosophical, legal code, that could justify why the Feminine should be your dumping ground.

I concluded that this is an anomaly, a disease, that must be radically eradicated, due to its contagious nature.

A zero tolerance, that will no longer accept any rationalizations, any justifications.

Whether that violence is physical, sexual, moral, psychological, religious, political, or social does not matter either.

After all, Iraq, She is the land of Civilization, where things started to grow, where seeds sprouted, where monuments were erected, where everything stood tall under the Sun.

Just because you tried to turn Her into a flat dumping ground, does not mean She is. This is only an Illusion in your mind.

You better go and re-read history. She has given birth a thousand times and She has risen from Her ashes a thousand times, and nothing and no one will ever stop Her.

Another one bites the dust...

Being a female blogger is a very "interesting" experience to say the least...you do come across all sorts...
Some sorts, you let go of...you don't want to be flogging dead psychotic horses, some others, you wait and see and others ...you deal with...hoping they are not already dead horses, waiting to be flogged.

In my "career" as a blogger, I have come across it all...I do not share every single email I have received, nor every single intimidation, nor every single threat...I collect them...I amass them...as souvenirs then comes a day when I decide I want to share my collection with the world...both as an experience I wish you to partake in , and as a warning.....

Am kind that way...and patient that way...I warn before hand..so those who know can inform those who don't.

Let's take one example that of an Indian guy, who goes by the name of Shishir Yerramilli, living in the UAE, and emailing from different accounts under the name of yshishir@hotmail.com and  ysv_rao@yahoo.com among others, he is also on google circle and google hangout, and loves posting Videos on Hindu gods and goddesses with a little Bruce Springsteen in between...

This Shishir was/ is responsible for some cyber security operations in the UAE , pity those Arabs who employ such degenerate specimens. And was also involved in providing "security" for Iraq, whatever that means . I leave you to interpret what that means.Just google him.

I don't know who this "man" is, but he kept emailing me...and his emails got progressively worse starting with

 " You seem to be a deranged woman.I recommend some serious psychiatric help." 

to 


"

I would need to know your address

Inbox

x

Shishir Yerramilli
to me

not because I want to go and  kill you as you would believe(and those nutcases who issue such threats are cowardly weirdos) but send you a years subscription of Prozac , I think you are approaching middle age and your hot flashes may be acting up ,I just want to help!

to 

You are a barbarian.The more I read about your whining and lamentations and ,despite your age, your ultimately juvenile rage is that you are a typical representative of a society ...here was some other damn fool like you , I think on uruk.net or some nonsense site ( I couldnt find his email, if you would give I would proceed to crack his skull open ...)

to

Sorry honey not tonight ,my cock is all itchy since I just fucked your mommy Ishtar in the ass.She is one diseased whore and you are her worthy daughter.

to 

Shishir Yerramilli
to me Cunt whore bitch slut

Ever why u are destined to have a barren womb and be unmarried, unloved heck even unliked. You are a nasty goblincunt of witch.
It says in the Bible in vino veritas , in ur case in blogo veritas, all of ur venom and hatred which fills ur dark heart, devious mind and putrid soul which u conceal from others are for all to see.
Please drop dead or do u want me to arrange it for u?

to 

ysv_rao@yahoo.com
to me Hi Bitch

From ur increasingly deranged posts, I think u are in the final stages of syphillitic dementia.

I think u will make a lovely corpse, when will u oblige me.
Please let me know so I can urinate on the grave for old time (Abu Ghraib) sake

Toodles

Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from du

to Shishir Yerramilli  Apr 4 to me I hope someone rapes you with a knife Regards ___________________________________________________________________ So naturally I got a little curious as to who this admirer was...so I have friends in good places and they provided me with his picture and other information that will be given to the authorities in the UAE. Next time...think well...before you click that send button.

Objects of Male Desire.

Iraqi Artist Sattar Darwish 2005

I did say, I will take you down, by all necessary means and by all means necessary ... So hear it from me as a préambule :

Let's start it objective, the way you like it, the way you are in the habit of approaching it, in your symposiums and conferences ...entrenched in the aura of "intellectual" inquiry and reflection, as you like to call it.

This -- Draft lawfor a return to "Shariah" Law (of the Shiite Jaafari flavor) in matters regulating personal status which include marriage and divorce. I will not go through each article, take the time to read it yourself.

Not that "Shariah" law has disappeared from Iraqi society after our "liberation", quite the opposite, Iraqi society has all the necessary allure of a "shariah" compliant society. 
How so ? Very simple, just judging by the sheer amount of women who have been forced to veil since 2003, is a good indicator. Well at least in your "religious" books, that is the indicator to look for. 

The fact that Iraqi society has become one of the most corrupt, morally bankrupt societies on the face of this earth, is really beside the point. The fact that Iraqi's societal fabric is torn into smithereens is also beside the point. The fact that disease, poverty, unemployment, and killings is the bread and butter of daily life, is also beside the point.The fact that torture and executions is the ethos of the "new Iraq" is also beside the point. The important thing, though, is that women are compliant..."shariah" compliant.

It does not really matter that rates of illiteracy have doubled, when this latter had been eradicated back in the 80's. It does not matter that girls suffer double the rate of illiteracy than boys, it does not matter that in Baghdad alone, over 15% of youth is illiterate, forced into street labor, it does not matter that over 20% of youth in Southern Iraq, your shiite stronghold, can't read or write, (ironically in Najaf the "great lieu" of Shiite "learning" wants to be called the "Capital of Knowledge" kid you not) what matters is the "shariah" compliant aspects that will regulate your lives. When I say your lives --- I am really referring to the lives of men. Wait not men, males...is a better word. The Shariah compliant women who will provide an infinite source of delight for your infinite intimate pleasures. Ironic how the Shariah regulates your lives, isn't it? You even managed to turn god, to your advantage.

Which brings me to the second point -- was it not always to your advantage? Did it not comfort you in your rigid perception of the world, into higher and lesser beings...where you could finally overcome that gnawing anxiety that ate your souls up, that vicious anxiety to preserve so called "order" when in fact all that you aimed for was to protect your power and privileges ?

I think so too.

This new draft law, will ensure a continuous flow of object of desires, from 9 year old girls to 80...and the law is so clement towards your pleasures, it clearly says -- if you marry a minor meaning a little girl or a senior, basically any female who is no longer able to fulfill your endless stream of phantasmagoric desires, you don't even have to pay "financial support (nafaqah) when a wife is either a minor or a senior and hence unable to sexually satisfy them".

So here is the Phallus back in full power. Edified into some god given law, regimenting our lives and our sexuality into submission to what exactly? To a great fallacy of a false god called the Phallus.

Mind you, I wonder if that too was not the unconscious drive behind your "liberation", the emasculated American male, trying to re-establish his phallic power on the lands...and behind all these shows of "virility" (LOL), he and you got shafted big time...and in turn you shaft all the same...

I see nothing "virile" in any of this, I just see desperate, insecure, impotent, and therefore lethal males trying very hard to re-affirm some illusion of power, under the pretexts of either "democracy and freedom" or under the pretext of " the natural God given order".

But you are not what matters in this equation, nor you, nor your phallic expeditions into foreign lands or into the female body, what matters to me is the stream of broken women who will emerge from under the rubbles of your unlimited desires...

And that, I will not allow.