The Baghdad - Arab League Circus...

You know, all the media presstitutes posted hundreds of tweets on that masquerade called the Arab League in Baghdad. We were left with the impression that Iraq has been taken under the benevolent Arab folded wing again...

What Arab, what benevolence, what wing and what Iraq ?! People are delusional and the presstitutes get paid good money for your delusions.

For starters, reality is there was an under representation of high ranking Arab leaders. Most sent delegates. Even though Nouri Al-Maliki and his sectarian puppet government tried very hard, the message was clear - we are here to discuss Syria whom you - Nouri Al-Maliki and your sectarian Shiite Iranian puppet government support. Syria was not only on the agenda, Syria was the agenda. The Iraqi puppet government made it clear that they are against "any foreign intervention in Syria as it will have a destabilizing effect." Furthermore, any foreign intervention will "lead to sectarian violence".

Anyone with one iota of intelligence can only laugh at such assertions. May we need to remind the Iraqi puppets who installed them in the first place ? And secondly the Iraqi sectarian Shiite puppets are the last to admonish against sectarian violence when they themselves only consolidated power through violent sectarian cleansing.

Leaving aside the obvious, for 9 years, most parts of Baghdad looked like one huge garbage container...but right before the Arab league summit, 1 billion$ was spent to revamp certain parts of the city, hundreds of trees were planted, ordinary Iraqis suffered paralysis in cell networks all lines were cut off, check points galore with 100'000 security forces mobilized for the event, traffic jams and some people could not even go to their jobs (those who have jobs), because the Arabs have come to Baghdad...

The one who made the headlines was of course the Emir of that irrelevant province called Kuwait, Needless to remind that it is because of that backward province that Iraqis suffered tons of bombs and 13 years of sanctions. And as if that was not enough, who makes the headlines next to the Emir of the Kuwait province, Kofi Annan himself. The UN man in charge of putting together the oil for food program during the sanction years where 500'000 Iraqi children perished and a total of 1 Million Iraqis died. Kofi Annan and the Emir of Kuwait province both present at the Arab league summit in Baghdad.

And as if the irony was not enough....the Iraqi puppet government, considered the most corrupt government in the world with billion of $ embezzled and transferred to private accounts abroad, presented the Arab "dignitaries" with Dates laced in 24 Carat Gold. What the Iraqi pimping government from Iran  was really doing was thanking the Arabs for their silence and saluting the Emir of the province Kuwait and Kofi Annan for the genocide that ensued...

But this is not the whole story....

At the same time, the Iraqi Shiite puppets from Iran installed by America found it necessary to close down the tomb of President Saddam Hussein and transfer his remains. It seems they noted a rise in the number of visitors. That too is symbolic along with the offering of 24 carat gold laced dates to Arab "dignitaries".

The pressitutes were silent as to whether Iran was also represented, not that it really needs a representative, but my sources tell me they were also present at the Arab League Summit in still occupied Baghdad.

Eyes Wide Open...

Damn it, it's very late here...it's actually morning but Insomnia beat me to it.

Actually it's not really Insomnia...this is just a pretext...it's actually words that have been waiting to be birthed at Sunrise...

My eyes are wide open...I happen to sweat the not so small stuff...that kind of keeps me awake, alert...my poor body is probably paying the price...but then it would pay the price anyway...

You see, my female body is a nothing...

Texts and discourses wrote themselves on its well guarded virgin pages...everyone out there told me what my body is, or should be...size, height, weight, contours, circumference, concave, convex...hidden or covered, clothed or naked...spread out or tightly held...it's all been an injunction, the famous word...that word, that verb, and God was the word and maybe God is in my body...and maybe that God does not want to go to sleep...maybe that God in that form, has something to tell you...maybe....

It may not sound right..surely God can't be a female insomniac...surely if God is anything it would be the naked thinking Rodin, the one still trying to figure it out...deep thoughts...very deep thoughts...deep thoughts that got us nowhere...was it a case of sheer mental masturbation ? Men are so good at that - mental masturbation.  Men are so good at everything they do...aren't they ?

A collective wanking experience...dutifully named "civilization". I sort of wondered about civility...you know some off shoot of civilization...I found tidbits of it..scattered here and there...a female necklace with no owner...

Females abdicated long ago...they did...when you buried them alive in hot sands and offered them as sacrifices to your hungry god...later on you replaced his bulimia with yours and kept adding meat trophies to your list...

And meat, plenty of it, even for the best of vegetarian tastes...meat it is...meat is shall be...cannibals of the first order...digging rotting teeth into flesh...and the survivors from the cannibal's feast perpetrated your tradition....they tasted the flesh before offering it to you...who is better suited to taste the feminine than the female itself ?!

Thus you engaged in the orgy...like primates...and primates you have remained...

Thumping, jumping and scratching your heads....

Maybe after all am a zoologist, a wide awake zoologist hoping to find some missing link...

# Dirt & Accountability

I believe in clean fights.

Fighting and cleaning, both - require honesty and courage ( I hate cleaning so I know what am talking about). Honesty to admit it's dirt and courage to fight it....That's called a clean fight in my book.

Has the fight been clean ? Of course not. Is the dirt over ? Surely not.

I often wondered, so what are we fighting then and who are we fighting ?  It's not as clear cut as it may seem.

You know, the best imagery I have in mind right now, is that of an arranged marriage, where the bride really deep down, can't stand the sight of the groom and for the sake of "peace" says I accept.

That kind of sums up our reality ... a forced marriage. You know what happens in forced marriages don't you ?

On that proverbial night, the bride pretends and pretends some more...everyone expects her to be happy for being married off...and she acts along...she says to herself - it shall pass, he's my husband after all, I will grow to love him, with time all things are possible, he's better than nothing, at least I have a man...etc...

Come on, surely all of you women out there can relate to this forced marriage, even if you're not married . How many of you compromised for the sake of approval and acceptance. OK you don't need to shout it out loud, but you and I know...deep down.

Deep down  -- the consent  was never there to start with.

So you continued engaging in make believe...you smiled, dressed up, produced kids and reared them...and you trudged along...hoping one day you will accept deep down...deep down.

Well it never happened...deep down.

It never happened because you were somehow forced...forced is the use of force...coercion...You were coerced for X reasons to accept...but you never did, deep down.

And no matter what the others told you, and how much counsel you later sought, deep down was your initial refusal.

You never wanted that marriage of convenience...you never really wanted that union just because he was available...and now you are paying the price...

Well I got news for you, it's exactly the same with politics...

You consent because you say to yourself, or you like to delude yourself into believing this is the best available...so you give in...

Anything is better than this - you tell yourself...until it gnaws at your soul, and you sit and say to yourself...this is not it...this was never it...

This is what usually happens with the easy way out...the band aid solution, the immediate relief...it leaves you gnawing in your soul...because like a forced marriage, you never really consented.

So where is the clean fight then ?

There is none, because you did not put up any. And you did not put up any, because you weren't honest  from the very beginning. Deep down even though you did not approve of it, you still compromised on that first nuptial night. You let it happen.

All the rest became history since...

This is for you - Iraq.