Editorial

Apathy; what else do I dare to feel? Moments before boarding the plane, many emotions fill my brain: sadness, anticipation, anxiety. Yet, the only one I really dare to feel is apathy. Yet, another flight taking me away from the land of my parents, my siblings, my best friends. What a plethora of feelings! Every time, it’s getting worse as I am getting older. 20 years, almost to the day. 20 years of immigration and self-exile from where I was born.

As America marks another Independence Day, we reflect upon what America's become in those 234 years since it told Great Britain to go fak herself when it adopted the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776. No, Virginia, July 4^th's not about fireworks, bbqs, and waving American flags made in China as the average American seems to believe. We contemplate the true intentions of the founding fathers, so often referenced by the religiwhacks who wrongly insist that America is a Christian nation, especially when they're trying to force their falsified version of history into public school textbooks in Texas. We must ask ourselves: "If you're so certain the founding fathers intended America as a Christian nation, then why the fak do you feel it necessary to rewrite history? But, it seems one must rewrite history when actual history doesn't quite match the bullshit you're trying to peddle as history."  

I was watching an interesting debate the other night on BBC about Europe failing its Islamic population. The debate centred on freedom of speech and women rights, as expected. That made me think, once again, about religion and personal freedoms.

What about what just happened in Nigeria? It seems that hundreds of Christians, including many women and children, were killed in ethnic violence near the city of Josin Nigeria during the weekend. The latest attacks by Muslims are said to have been reprisals for the January killings by Christians. The circle of violence continues.

As some of you may have noticed, I have been absent from this site for a few months now, so Antigone was constantly winging in coming up with a new story. She claims that I lost my mojo and cannot write anymore. As usual, she's wrong. I do have what it takes to write another story and I don't even need palm notes like Sarah Palin to remember what to write or say. I don't even have to think hard about what to write these days. All I have to do is think of Sarah and her TEA Party supporters.

I've about had it with these religiwhacks trying every which way to jam their holy intentions down my throat. While I find the bumper sticker bearing, Tea Party attending Christian fundamentalist activists wholeheartedly obnoxious and intolerable, I've come to discover I'm more irritated by those who adopt the more subtle, seemingly innocent approach to raping you with their religion as part of their subconscious need to save the non-believers from ourselves and recruit us into their cause.

Unfortunately, religion will probably always exist. Even if we're to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that there is no God, there'll be some unreasonable character who will doubt the proof based on faith. Tis all a matter of faith after all. How I detest that as a pillar of argument!

So here I was on a lazy Saturday morning barely awake switching on my brand new Bravia for the latest international news as I was smelling the freshly brewed Colombian coffee. It seemed very pleasant outside and I was looking forward to the nice warm weather and a walk by the beach. I was thinking about the fun I'd have for the rest of the day far away from my cubicle when all of a sudden my tranquillity was interrupted by something that sounded like a big explosion. For a microsecond I felt like I was in the middle of Kabul. I looked at the TV in case BBC was showing the latest Taliban attack, but to my avail, it was showing the latest results from the Ashes. Then another loud bang almost made me dropped my precious coffee on my Polo robe. ‘What The Flying FAK', I thought? I was neither living in Kabul nor in Baghdad and BBC was just showing freaking cricket!

Like many others these days, I had to move because of my job. So I ended up in a cubicle. Naturally, I instantly got interested in who came up with that monstrosity. A few months ago, I happened to read an article in Fortune regarding this issue so after a quick search of my bookmarks, I found the story. Interestingly, the inventor of the cubicle, before his 2000 death denounced his creation by calling it 'monolithic insanity.'