Wednesday, June 6, 2012

We all have death in common

Last night I had the unfortunate news that one of the members of community in my home town had died after being ill for a short time. It sort of puts life in perspective. I grew up with his son, knew his daughter from Varsity and I remember my friend's dad at school. In fact most of the small city we lived in knew him and loved him and his passing just made everyone just stop.

You expect people to love forever. We know no one will live forever but we never expect death. Even the old man from Naran's in Grahamstown died recently in a tragic fire. If you smoked hooka in Grahamstown, you'd remember him. he lived down the street from my old house and where an old girlfriend used to live. If you partied at the "Vic" you'd remember him. If you knew the Tin Roof Blues, you'll know the place.

I realised I am getting old. People are dieing. And then you look at how old they are and you wonder, where all the time went? How much time do we waste with considering the mundane? How many of them didn't expect it and how many times, almost cliched do people say "if only".

RIP Dr. Khandoo.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

I have to let the evil out

I try not to get pissed off. It's not healthy. For the people around me. I tried ignoring. Doesn't work. It ferments and poisons everything. I need to unleash the venom. For a while it used to be blogging. People read it, they are thankful they are not me and then move on. For me I am happy it is out there. Poison cyber space instead of my social circles.

This week I very eloquently called someone a cock sucker and the fact that it got them meant I had responded appropriately to their rubbish ways. To quote Fight Club: "Even babies don't sleep this peacefully."

I don't buy that whole being nice for the sake of being nice because it isn't always about people do to you but the way they behave overall. It bothers me that some people choose to behave recklessly. Speaking whatever they feel like, to whomever they feel like. Woe is me, hear me whimper. Fishing for sympathy at every opportunity. Those people need to be cut down to size. Calling someone a cock sucker in the most eloquent of ways left me feeling a particular satisfaction. The person in question knows I will not respond to tantrums in the manner expected. I will lash out if I feel you have crossed the boundaries of appropriate behaviour.

I should go to bed now.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Karma Police

Here is the big problem I have with Indian people who also happen to be Muslim. The great majority of them seem to worship at the alter of themselves and seem hell bent on manipulating the hell out of every situation until they prevail. Something must be wrong with our culture where parents investigate their children's partners and failing finding anything significant just make shit up.

That makes me angry. It makes me angry because people think this is perfectly acceptable behaviour. Just for the record it is not. There is no respect and now I refuse to be the one to abide by these traditional values of respect. I say rip it all down until we come to some arrangement where people learn to respect each other and not create drama for the sake of it or because you just want to feel special.

I need to vent because if I don't I will rip someone's head off and it probably wont be the person that deserves it. I am just tired of people running their mouths, making calls and behaving like sucktards and the whole world seems to accept it as par for the course.

Vent break.

Monday, February 13, 2012

The Infidel

This is one of the funniest movies and definitely struck chord with me. It is odd that there are these similarities between what we experience over here as well as in a place like the UK. There seems to be this innate prejudice within the Muslim community steeped in pride and our apparent willingness to worship at the alter of people deemed "pious".

But everyone has a skeleton or two and yet people seek to ostracise and alienate Muslims based on some invisible Islamo-metre. Can you piety be measured? Sounds more like network marketing to me.

If you have an open mind do yourself a favour and watch this movie.  Its about normal Muslim people.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Anonymous – we need them

The irony of the rise of the group #Anonymous is that now more than every we as the public, as the proletariat need to speak up and out against the increasing attempts by government to regulate society. As the US pushes for the spread of democracy, more statutes are passed by paranoid bureaucrats aimed at monitoring, controlling our actions as a society.

Anonymous have leaked documents, secrets as a show of what is possible when you mix a little anarchy into the controlled and acceptable mix that has come to symbolise society. Lines between globo-corps and government are becoming increasingly blurred. People sent to jail for commercial “crimes” like piracy, men in uniforms sent to their deaths or to carry out the deaths of others are commended as freedom blankets economic greed by a few men and women who believe everyone else is here to fulfil a role. To make a few people rich.

I have read #Anonymouse described as agents of chaos. Yes they are. Maybe chaos is what we need. We don’t care anymore. The kleptocracy is so vast, so deep, who has the energy for dealing with robots who insist they’re just following the rules. Are these rules even just?

George W. sent men and women into war in Iraq based on the fact that he had proof that Iraq had Weapons of Mass Destruction. When no weapons were found, and he was shown to have lied, was he held to account? Not only for the deaths of the Iraqis but also US servicemen who were sent there by him? And for what? So that a few conglomerates could get US contracts to rebuild Iraq? So they bribe their way into war only so they can get it back in rebuilding contracts.

This is the level of immorality that we have come to live with as acceptable. If this is order then a strong dose of chaos is in order to restore our humanity. We have to get to the point where government is afraid of its electorate again. Not the other way around. A government which would seek to control the actions of its people through draconian laws is a government not serving the interests of its people. Unfortunately, there is not a government in the world which can be said to serve its people in their best interests.

Hopefully #Anonymous serves as a reminder of the power of the people. That Government is our servant and should fear us. That taxation is not a source of enrichment for a select few and an election is not an elevation to immunity.

Do your bit to support Anonymous. 

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Why would you want to be Muslim

At my core I still think like a Muslim. I know that much to be true. But I can also say that over the last few weeks it has become increasingly harder to say that my faith was strong. On Saturday I saw it shatter and I couldn't be bothered to pick up the pieces.

For most people it was just a dog dying. I accept that the dog would die. But from a bone breaking in her spine to the pools of blood she ended up throwing as I tried to hold her up. We couldn't put her down because we couldn't pick her up. She had never bitten anyone but she bit me on Friday when I tried lifting her. She went through 8 agonising hours as we waited. She slowly began losing consciousness and then she eventually died after spewing up the last bit of blood. I prayed for 2 days. My mother prayed for two days. We had come to accept her death, a part of our family. I have had sick dogs before but this was painful to go through. My prayers remained unanswered and I can't explain how my dog went from broken bone in her spine to throwing up blood. She was healthy. And I can't explain why I feel betrayed by the Good Lord. Maybe because I watched every minute of it, maybe because I prayed and got no answer and no explanation helps. For now I have come to the conclusion, I have to believe I am on my own. No matter what happens, God doesn't care.
But that's me being sensitive and personal.

The MJC and the halaal saga

Let's call a spade a spade. The MJC's alleged checks and balances are about as accurate as those of Limpopo province's financial management. Gaping holes, poor administration, God's representatives are hopefully the exception when it comes to one day adding up our Good deeds and no one is met with a "computer error" when they get their books in their hands. But what is shocking is the attack they have received from other Muslims. I still maintain, a Muslim likes nothing better than knocking another Muslim. Yes I have first hand experience with this. That fat buffalo headed moron from Klerksdorp and the Gnome named Moose. But instead of trying to get this process on track we're making excuses (MJC) or we're taking pot shots (The rest of us) because somehow attacking them is one way of ensuring Muslims have halaal meat. Na, fuck 'em, we're all just cooler calling all those God knowledgeable but management incompetent fellow Muslims names. If only Israel had certified Orion's meat. We need to grow up and do something or else don't but shut the fuck up because too many enjoy just shouting but none of us seem prepared to roll up our sleeves.


Call it what you want, superstitions, evil eye, black magic, if I meet another Muslim who has "moulana" than can make a Taweez for whatever their whim is, I swear I will stab them. Now you need to be watching what you eat and where you go. Everyone has a powder, a piece of paper, an oil to dab, something to help them get what they want. Now either you believe in it or you don't. But it is very hard not to know that this exists because now being a Muslim means you also have to contend with supposedly God fearing types dabbling in things we shouldn't be. Maybe it's all those flyers promising anything the heart desires. Maybe people are just generally selfish and faithless. I don't know and I don't care.

And no, I am not jealous of Liam Neeson getting all this attention for considering Islam., Islam is an incredibly beautiful way of life. But like all theories, in practice stupid, pathetic human beings mess it all up.
Put aside my own fight with God for ignoring me when I needed Him, I can't proudly call myself a Muslim because I don't know what it stands for anymore. That is not an indictment on other Muslims. Those people are incredible at maintaining their faith. I am not. I am weak and can't find sense in it any more.

The OH

Friday, January 20, 2012

If you don't like animals

You can honestly go and fuck yourself with a broken bottle. Some people get pets, some people don't. Some people can't understand why people look after their animals. I can't understand how they can permit unlicenced breeding especially when you consider what a piece dumb doos shit some folks are.

OK so I am a little pissed off. Mainly because animals can't speak for themselves, and because animals/our pets committed some grave sin they have been stuck with us, Humans to speak for them. Sure pet owners go a little "tilt" over their precious members of the family, but what I found is that pet owners are honest, we have been taught by our pets to understand what unconditional love is, that it's not always necessary to open your mouth to express yourself and that life's simplicities are undervalued.

This week the vet said that my dog should be put down. She lived a good life but her legs are damaged. German Shepherds are known for suffering with hind leg problems as they get older. What is odd is that although she is not as active as she once was, she didn't have a problem until late last week. She is otherwise healthy so why on earth don't vets offer a solution other than the needle of death. I've had to put dogs down before. One had cancer and it broke me. He was one of those gentleman dogs. Never cried, never moaned. He was an adopted pet after his owners had decided to get rid of him because he was too old. Even as they took him his away he maintained this air about him.

Hearing that my dog was a hopeless case broke me in half. If you can't understand how an animal can have more value in your life than a relative then don't ask. Luckily for me I have a decent memory and remembered a former client who works with animals. It might not be much, but it's hope. That's all we can ask for. Besides my dog is strong, healthy and if her legs are the problem then we can sure as hell find a way to get her better.

Dogs have taught me that you can't trust someone who doesn't respect life. People who go around beating up animals and shooting them and abusing them because they think that makes them tough stuff are one step away from karma's steel cap boot.

So can I ask that you please say a prayer for my dog and that she pulls through. I don't usually ask for this sort of thing but this is out of my hands now.