Friday, December 23, 2005

Distant Tomtoms & Perching Crows


Googling 'Konfused Kid', i eyeballed when i saw the NY Times piece, nobody told me about it, so i had an extra kick out of finding out myself, people started congratulating me, i read it and i bascially had my rocks off...then i read the other people's turf.
can't tell u i didn't feel a little out of place, what i wrote was basically a spontaneous piece in which i left out any political thoughts and conceptions aside -i especially liked NAJMA's piece - which juxtaposes natrual phenomena, people's tendency to intertwine that with political crap inside an emotional elections frame.
RIVERBEND did her usual. To me, RIVERBEND always represented a serious, respectable news channel (MBC, opposed to say, myself's CBM ; technically, these people beat me hands down, but come again - my viewpoint represented the non-political citizen catching up the proverbial late bus, i better leave the more politically-inclined stuff to the guys in the know. My whole point was to present the world with a no-holds-barred look upon youths in Iraq.

So it has been out in the open, can't be anything other than Official Ruin for this country, as the elections failed --- suppose it gets redone, Shia would get pissed off and here we are headed locked-on the pits of failure ; the abyss of denial ; the catacombs of civil war awaits and the Goru downstairs is the inexplicable Sectavarium. What better way to meet all that than wtih a non-bullshitting yellow smile that half-says 'i knew it all along'
As i inserted my finger into Barney's purple asshole, i recall precisely that - a Barneylike sense of undeniable shitstained joy.
As i am writing this, the purple ink has not yet dried, and as i look down upon it all i can look back is : 'Ignorance is a bliss'
Life was much more easier when i didn't give a feces who ruled the country, but our own government of Ira(n/q - pick one) started a series of practical jokes that crossed over the boundary to the point that it couldn't be anymore ignored, so i had to vote in the hope that something's gotta give.

Today the MURAAM people (the organizaiton consisting of 30-something coalitions that boycotted the elections results, practically everyone but the kurds and the winning triple-5) went out in the streets in demonstrations, i preferred to stay in a much more blissful dreamscape and woke up at 3 PM, i even missed Friday's Prayer (with sadness, i must say) and headed straight towards my ignorant acoustic, earning 'Fade To Black' gives me a splinter of blackened comfort in these Hakim-blessed days.
I miss Totalitarian TV-days a lot, in these days, the people stopped trying to do anything about their fate and kept laughing at themselves, Saddam was a demi-god and the simple rules that u had to follow in order to live in his divinity's holy kingdom was as clear as a pimple in fat lady's derriere. Shout in demonstrations, Deny and curse US in TV investigations, Na3am Na3am Na3am, Lil Qa'id Saddam Hussein. Sometimes when Iraqi TV showed us 3-hour meetings of God Saddam meeting the army officers and have us listen to each and every one give out the undying loyalty scripture sealed and signed, it was one big joke - sometimes it was unbearably funny seeing how such a large mass of people who took themselves so seriously can be reduced to smithering asskissers, i mean, the 'Afya' videoclip, when i first heard this (first day of war - i think) i burst out laughing! HOW COULD THE SINGER GET AWAY WITH THATTT?
You see, 'Afya' is a somewhat slang word that Saddam used in these 3-hour meetings, by default, 'Afya' is usually said by a compassionate elder to a promising child who's helped the old lady cross the street, when each of these hypocritical hypermoustached dudes would finish his worship, the God would interrupt whatever he was doing, usually smoking a big Castro cigar and murmur a cold 'Afya' to him, (legend has it that one Afya meant a million, two meant 2 millions and so forth...i wonder what good old Abu El Laithan would say wanted to give out a 1/2 mil) 'Afya but return 500' or probably a fart-like 'Af'
so anyway one day the radio comes alive with a tribal song named 'Afya' that as was as much sad as it was funny.

AHhhhh, sweet Black Humor, the last defense of the lazyboy who wouldn't give a shit.
Every cynic is actually a sensitive motherfucker who is afraid of his sentimentality and can't really bare to show it.

it seems everybody's who's running for elections these days is a secret heavy metal devotee, aside from the infamous Hakim headbanging incident widely circulated in mobile phones, there's 618's own crazydude :

Q/ Why does the cameraman keep shaking the camera violently in Adnan Dulaymi's speeches?
A/ To keep the picture in sync with Adnan's headbanging.

how about some more of these election jokes ?

A deaf & dumb was asked to whom he would vote for in the coming elections, he bent over three times.
(it is quite helpful to know that in Iraqi, a 5 is an asshole)

Yeah Whatever.....

On a more cheery note, I failed 1 lesson. We celebrated that by going to a kubbah restaurant and having our bellies full of one gaint kubba that could've been one of the Winged Bull's Balls.
My giving up faith in this country is re-vised these days, at least now i can say I TRIED.

i REALLY broke up with my ex-girl and have finally ended 18 months of torture, pain and invisbile love and affection.
Free again.
Now i can honestly feel what these men do when they kill ther wives. She was a pain in the ass, if i stopped worshipping her for a single second she's flip out her Bazooka mouth and shoves all sorts of I Hate You-s down my throat.
we broke up repetitiously, it reached a point that in the last week we broke up twice one day.
i don't know why i kept returning to her, she was my safety net in a manner of speaking but now i made a vow never ever.

but now i am free again - bring out the honies!


Monday, December 12, 2005

Biography of the fictional band The ABBiS

HI THIS IS MY NEW POST NUMBER 2, please read post number 1 (Dusty Blogspot) BEFORE THIS.....
, all artwork is by Anarki13 (gracious thanks)


When it's all said and done, The Abbis were the first English-speaking Arab band to gain international recognition, paving the way for the likes of the first signs of what will be later called the Middle Eastern Heavy Metal (MDEHM - pronounced Medhem) in which Post-War Iraqi heavy metal played a great deal. By fusing the disparate genres of traditional Middle Eastern music and contemporary rock/metal sounds the band crafted an original style only hinted at previously, in the course of four years, they rose from semi-obscure alienated Iraqi kids into superstars of considerable status in the Arab world, only to fall too quickly as they are torn by intra-band frictions, widespread disdain in their Arab homeland and spanking scandals, their short legacy which is comprised of three official albums, is likely to be hugely influential for years to come.

Legend has it that roots of the band are traced back as early as 2005, where Abbas Khudur and Karrar Subhi were joking around on a college picnic, where they first wore their patented 'Wigs' schtick. The two would continue to jam together throughout their college years, however at these tough times of life in Iraq music was generally a spare time habit and a minor distraction from life's
ongoing necessities - the two went their separate ways after college but still maintained contact in one form or another.

By June 2008, in a convention held at Amman, Khudur stumbled by mistake upon his old jamming partner, Kurdish Mohanad Hadi who was playing for an amateur- solo guitarist bill at a Jordanian restaurant/casino at the time, an ambitious and gifted classically-focused guitarist, Khudur saw in him the courage and imagination which would fuel their co-written songs later. It was somewhat difficult for Khudur, an engineer and Mohanad, a doctor, to leave their carriers hanging by the noose whilst they pursued daydreams...but lord has mysterious ways, back in Iraq, they reunited with friends Alaa Samaka (bass) and Abdalla Anwar (drums) and started jamming intensely part-time after working hours in an abandoned garage in Karrada.
Slowly and uncertainly, the sluggish after-hours of practice began to pay due, as the band progressed into serious stuff, and wowing what little audience for rock songs with a rendition of Metallica's 'The Wait' as backup band for AccrasscidA, the country's leading (and only) heavy band. Convinced of having a winner on their hands, the band started looking for a singer.

after several unsatisfactory lineups, what could only be described as a miraculous stroke of fate that the band should inexplicably get a call from longtimenosee colleague Subhi, offering his services to the band, temporarily, as he has to relocate to London where he will work for an exporting company one year later. After hearing him sing, the band was mollified and awed, and he was taken in immediately.
In 2009, the band's first album 'Khosh Teez', was released to a virtually nonexistent market. it was a weird mixture of Khudur's eastern-influenced songwriting, Hadi's classical undertones and general heavy metal cliches that sparked some attention with a lockstep bedouin-rocker, 'What Is There and What Is Not There (Shako Mako)'. Luck played a great amount in this particular story, as the song was heard by Frank Ottuler, a representative of an upstarting recording company in Germany, home to some of metal's unheard of niches. the song was re-released to slightly better airplay, reaching #179 on the Mediterranen Metal Charts.
Following a mysterious, sulky video of 'Shakomako' and a lukewarm reception from worldwide audiences, US media capitulated on the band, writing stories which often strategically places them as models for a newborn democracy in Iraqi soil. The band's reaction was reclusion, working silently on their follow-up album, 'Haji Metal'.
Touring throughout Europe with the slime of the turbulent nu-metal scene relentlessly throughout the years, the hungry, raw energy of their exhaustion was directly plugged in the amps for this album. Seeing that the band yet has to dream of international recognition, the band scaled back their ambition to native middle eastern territory, depending on the US-media outlets to solidify their fragile star power. Signing up for EMI Arabia, and releasing the album 'Haji Metal', the band made history, as the first single from the new album 'Abo John' stormed the charts and sparked a revelation, followed by a slew of popular singles that even reached out toward Europe, being recognized not as novelty art famous because of its Iraqi nationality but for actual radio time : 'Palm Tree Date' dissected Boy/Girl dilemmas in Iraq, 'BiSK/BiSHK' a discussion of Sunni/Shi'ite politics in Iraq, and more importantly 'Mr. G' which discussed gender wars and chicken slaughter in Iraq.
The band's subject matter was new and original, its presentation to the world clever and ambiguous, depending equally on intelligent videos and magical Arabian influences, the band weaved a somewhat original heavy-oriental theme, the band's notoriety increased as bandmembers started giving
outspoken, outlandish comments on national television, to the recurring disdain from such icons as Ilham El Madfai, once on an interview, the band's guitarist Khudur said :

"We chose distorted guitars and the rock'n'roll, wholly American instruments to express our emotions not only because it has the most powerful devices to encapsulate cathartic bliss in not-necessarily vulgar terms in a way that traditional Arabic music simply, cannot, and not only because we believe that in order to infiltrate a system, one must play the fool then start to rot from within, but also because it's admittedly cool. We are very conscious of our image and what it proclaims in the wave of secularism - we are anti-America, but we are also anti-two-slut commercial whores like Haida Wahli'. he was the first performer to swear on a live interview.
Following a successful tour that lasted much of 2010, Subhi started complaining from Khudur's antics, calling him a dictator and a vengeful crusher of people's ideas - to which Khalid retorted by exposing Dohi's reluctance to continue in their mission and calling him a 'snooze'. Tensions between the band reached a point as the recording sessions for their legendary 2011 album 'People Of The Sand' a major leap forward in artistic vision, thematic control and treatment of subject matter - as their mix of influences weave its multi-part way through the album's 70 minutes, almost single-handedly responsible for the popularity of bands like AccrasscidA later in the West. 'Sad Sad Saddam', 'Melodrama' and the title track all proved huge cornerstones for all the Oriental Metal that followed afterwards. shortly afterwards the tour, Khudur and Subhi announced in a conference that there will be no more Abbis, stating with a smile that their 'mission is done.'

Khalid founded the Fire In The Wood association and released a couple of unpopular solo albums, he made money making documentaries and finally joining a TV station in Germany as part-time director, his works are collected in the anthology 'The Abbis : Fad Tifo Waghaf - Chix, Dix and Handbreak'

a religious duet with Sami Yusuf, though, proved to retain some of the band's credibility, as they performed a live version of 'Fils Take aWay!' as a short reunion in 2016.

Follow The Wayward, Subhi's solo album garnered little attention and after its premature death in 2015, the talented vocalist returned to his previous job as a computer engineer.

Hadi was the only ABBi who kept the flame, joining Ilham El Madfai's backup band and at last shot to reclusive stardom as 'Flamboyant Titty Wanker' in the classic 2018 film 'Sheikh Mahshi'.

Little more has been heard from them, but as the years progress, their influence can be heard on countless records that is likely to enliven their vision of laconic proportions for years more.

1. F.T.W. (Khaudur/Subhi/Anarki13) - 4:02
2. Hussein (Khudur/Subhi//Abd El Fatah) - 6:11
3. The Joys of Spanking Kaheel (Khudur) - 2:45
4. BiSK / BiSHK (Khudur/Hadi) - 3:36
5. Waghaf's Song (Khudur/Subhi/Anwar) - 4:58
6. American Haji (Anwar/Hadi) - 3:20
7. Independent Dependent (Khudur/Subhi/Fa'iq) - 4:20
8. My Deity (Khudur/Hadi) - 3:30
9. People Of The Sand (Subhi/Khalid) 6:23
10. Rami (Khudur/Subhi/Hadi/Samaka) - 5:30
11. Mr. G (Khudur/Hadi/Anwar) - 4:21
12. Bandpass (Subhi) - 3:00
13. Your Homemade Lovesongs (Khudur/Hadi) - 4:20
14. Alienation (Khuddur/Subhi/Hadi/Anwar) - 7:01


Rhythm guitarist and songwriter of the Iraqi Heavy Metal band The Abbis, Abbas Khudur was a misunderstood identity which impinged vital tones in Arabrock music.

Born in Baghdad, to a small family - he exhibited signs of a high knowledge aptitude early since he was just six - learning to read/write before going to primary school and learning all the world's capitals, he was also a scrawny, socially awkward and sensitive genius who couldn't really blend in with the kids all around. By the age of 15, he started listening to pop music like many of his peers, eventually switching to hip-hop and finally he discovered heavy metal. The discovery was enormous as he finally found methods to express 'all sorts of devils' in a way he always wanted. His alienation urged him to perform a number of crowd-pleasing antics, the first of which -

writing a dirty word in a class quiz - almost got him suspended. this pattern of non-conforming to authority continued in all his forthcoming life, by the age of 19 Khalid took guitar lessons and progressed through them, he also entered the legendary Nahrain University where The Abbis was first conceived. By then, Khudur has engineered his quiet observations on life into a loose theory for which he coined the term 'FTW', and by which it was interpreted by the public. The philosophical aspects of the FTW movements lies undercurrent in all Abbis albums, FTW can be explained as in general a collection of ideas that borrows as much as can be learned from the depression-soaked, cynical half-eye adolescence culture of the West and remarry it with a more spiritual, religion-based Eastern air, often presenting the latter as a solution to the former, ghosts of everyday dilemmas as inferiority, need to be wanted or especially sexual demons are widely present too. However, none of this is first apparent upon first inspection of the band's lyrical output, meaningfulness of the band's songs only happens when u put the words to the music, a classic Chris Cornell technique.

When The Abbis took off after releasing the classic 'Haji Metal', Khudur seized the moment to steal as much of the limelight as he can, appearing vigorously in several TV shows and interviews where he gave disconnected, unorthodox interviews, he was at times nice and intellectual, others sardonic and rude. Often poised as the menacing, unpredictable part of The Abbis as opposed to Hadi's friendly, emotional music and Dohi's equally bright overtures, Khalid also became an unlikely sex symbol due to his mysterious, intellectual darkness. As a string of Khudur-Hadi hits flooded the Arab charts in the beginning of the second decade of the 21st century, one of which 'Mr. G' sparked a controversy upon its dissipation of the a touchy subject as gender wars in Arabian settings, although the song was anti-homosexuality, it wasn't too clear for some people, who were the same people who objected to 'Hussein' citing its disrespect for the holy figure, after which Khudur had to unravel that it was really about Saddam Hussein, with disappointment 'I wanted it to last just a little bit more'.

Khudur had several girlfriends, but in 2012 he married his long-term and first girlfriend Muna Kelo, only to get divorced two months later, he married M. Fish two years later, and had two kids from her.

after The Abbis's disband, Khudur announced that he would explore his unfed directorial talents and started shooting commercials for restaurants on the condition that he be a director of them. In July 2, 2014, a big scandal eschewed as lewd photos of the star violently spanking an unidentified person spread over the Internet. Khudur never denied his identity, saying 'I did something wrong and I am punished for it, it is the mashee2a of Allah. It is my fault, though, I knew I should never have walked near that Jooj'. - the line, 'Never should've walked near that Jooj', was actually a cryptic wording in one of The Abbis' most overanalyzed songs 'The Joys Of Span-King Al Kaheel'. Many people insist that Jooj is the name of an obscure tavern in Bataween. He was severly looked down upon in the Arab world from here on, forcing him to relocate to shooting small-time projects for German television.

The Abbis remained immensely popular, so much that the band reunited for a short interval with multi-selling Sami Yusuf and performing some of their less flamboyant repertoire in a conservative attitude. The change didn't convince some people though, as he was killed days later after an unexpected visit in his homeland.

Dusty Blogspot

so much has happened during my absence...apologies to my fans....stereotypical absence crap...exams..busy/lazy depending on who u r, sum it up.
i'm back.

this absence was just what i needed to fuel up a declining creativity;

depsite my reluctance to comment anywhere nor indicate in any way that i am still around, which i was not, i kept a half-eye on the comings and goings of the blogosphere...with Emigre's burnout, the IraqBlogCount has been moderated by Hassan Average and Najma, i find this ratifiying in many ways, i really don't know that much about Emigre, but i feel that a guy with the ambition, desire and obsession of blogging as Hassan could be the only one fit for moderating such a blog, even better than the hailed Emigre, wasn't Hassan the guy who wrote the short-short history of Iraqi Bloggers start to finish? so there u have it. I find the site in good hands and i am sure it will be going for the better, my only gripes with it is that it is supposed to be neutral towards all bloggers but it treats some with more concern than one might like - for instance the 'Carnival Of The Relatives' thingies which only serve as advertising for people only related to a moderator by blood - these things are fine, but not as posts on the main page, post it on ur blog, whoever u are. Secondly, a refining of the blog list must be in order, too many blogs have been neglected for a long time, they should be arranged in terms of proposed popularity.

Good luck...

Some new blogs have popped up, Iraqi Rebel floored me, this guy looks so much like me, kudos to u, whoever u are....his last post is the jewel of cathratic tantrums....keep an eye on him...probably the best thing out there at the mo, i'm so tired of all the usual melodrama, Anarki13's going nowhere, Truth's getting old, we need something new people!mmmkkkkayyyyyyy....

What i've been so busy doing these days, is the following (arranged by date):

1. Department CD
2. Exams
3. Getting To Know Anarki13's 'Guitarbuddies'

Last year, i collected all the pictures taken by our departement, every single photograph taken by a colleague during the year, added an MP3 for evey person based on his request, and did a simple-but-tasty slideshow showcasing every single person with his name/pic/preparatoryschool/what u like/what u hate questionnare etc etc...the concept was simple but original, and it was hailed at its time as a masterpiece of design and vision.This year, i decided to do a follow-up to the CD, being a true artist, i tried not to repeat myself - that which the green first graders gratitiuosly did for me - imitation is the highest form of flattery, remember, they copied my CD to the last detail, even such bad jokes as HANTOOSH : Socks & Software (theirs was Pizza & Software), a Macromedia FLASH intro and a hide & seek maze of subfolders that included hidden files...In February 2005, a massive strike flamed within my university, based on an unjust law legislated by the univeristy board to raise the minimum average requirement to enter M Sc. studies from 65% to 75%, the strike lasted almost a week and was covered by several media stations. My first idea was to do a fake news agency and cover the strike, as we did this, I rediscovered a long-lost dream of becoming a director, along with a handful of carefully picked ideas - some old, some came within working -, and we used a SONY handheld camera to finally achieve a complete 7 o'clock news episode, featuring a mock-up of a News Studio (Our dept. hall), and three news pieces, the aforementioned strike ; a bitchhouse raid and finally a review of the classroom ancedotes for the year presented in the Egyptian Sports Analyst (Salih Wahish) format, the concept slowly grew and almost swallowed us whole : We did an obligatory President-meets-veterans piece at the beginning, 7 Television commercials (which were later hailed as the most entertaining parts) for products ranging from VIAGRA to KENKO (Prominent Chinese scientific calculator in college) to even advertisesments for programs produced by our fake network - a hit-show (Al Jarboo3 Wal Mar2a) and a documentary, u name it....i had trouble finding a female reporter but eventually i landed the deal.Aside from this, I shot a FPS-game, a music video for a fake rock band 'THE ABBiS' amongst too many other things to mention, all in all, the project took six months to complete but thankfully I got the deserved recognition, I'm even thinking of showing it to some TV station, say what?here's some photos, as well as a biography of THE ABBiS themselves :
2. Exams
Fucked up one out of seven this time, damn the ROOT LOCUS to all eternity!
3. I will talk about this later.

Well, with elections less than four days ahead, i guess i have to talk about it, only this time, i don't feel it's a chore, unforunately it's been on my mind more than it has to be lately, shweet! this blogging stuff has turned me on to politics, u can only compare this recent taxi driver conversation with the one i posted on my very first entry :

Taking Highway Mohammed Al Qasim as a metaphor for life, A taxi driver is a strange human being, in a manner of speaking, he embodies the Average Iraqi's de-evolution in a transitional state prior to his total going nuts otherwise known as 'Kia Driver' and after the virtually nonexistent state of innocent order on the right lane 'Citizen'....thus, he represents the de facto core of the Iraqi Spirit in the Millennium, to quote the rolling-in-its-grave motto seen upon walls when the occupation was still 2003-2004 (La Sunniya, La Shiyia, Wahda Wahda Islamia (No Sunni, No Shia, A Unified Unified Muslim)

Wahda Wahda Taxi

Spitting on the wheel, the driver in his questionable pink-red t-shirt (shirt?) was typically in his late-thirties, unshaved and uncombed, the car was a scrap heap from the pre-occupation common-man 80s cars (Toyota Corona 1981, Passat 1983-1988, Datsun Firebird 1980 etc) but nowadays most taxis are either Opel Vectras 1995 or Kia Sephia 1993/4. He said to The Kid, as The Kid was heading from Jadriya (university) to Salhiya (my girl's house - surprise visit)

'We'll take the other road because this one is a makhabkhana (whorehouse)'
'As u please' Says The_Kid Himself in his sour passenger mode
Silence protrudes and engulfs the inhabitants of the car, over unconfident radio static, a guy assures us of his undying love (sorry, Asimov - Kid)

The Kid_Himself looks to the right as the car stands in a busy traffic, men descend from a van and start gluing some poster or other of an obscure three-digit coalition, on their T-shirts the logo is 'Watanioon' (Nationalists)
Out of character and driven by boredom, The Kid asks Pinkred Whorehouse: 'Who will elect these poor devils?'
'Them's got backed up by their tribes, surely' Pinkred comes into conversation lulled, as if wanting to pull but not trying to sound too eager
'They will collect some 250,000 votes in the hopes of getting a chair or two'.
SilenceThe Kid's mind floats to his girl, perhaps feeling secure by several pleasantries going in his mind, he asks
'So who are you going to elect?'
'Khamsmiya Khamsa W Khamseen (555 - Iran-influenced party currently ruling Iraq)' the words roll with a slow approval/appraisal, biting a soft chocolate that melts into your mouth.
'Oh, i think that elections this year will become much more stronger than last time'
'Yeah, these small lists won't get a chance or two compared to the big ones, 555, 618'

Pinkred is pissed 'Let him go to hell, that bastard son of a bastrad, who likes him? Son of a whore, we don't want him'
'On the contrary, several people i see are going to choose that bastard'
Pinkred hesitates... 'Bastard'

'U know why, some people do not want an Islam-directed government that inclines to this side or that, they want a govenement that's free of all that, and not only did Allawi destroy Najaf, he did that to Falluja as well'
'You said it, he just crushes, what use is he? The whole south will choose 555, others choose 618,he hurts everyone....and what is with this constant attacking of govenement and Jaffari' tone suggests undying loyalty
'These are election tricks, check out Chalabi's attacks on Allawi, I'm not saying that Allawi is a flower, he is a dog son of a dog, but he doesn't follow a certain sect, and that is needed, and who says that the governemnt is flawless....don't u ever see all these people getting killed??? What abotu Al Jadriya scandal??'
'Everybody who is killed is Shia'
'Everybody who is killed is Sunni, i live in Adhamiya and i see it everyday'
Pinkred is unsure of The Kid's side by now, he starts praising 618
'How much i like this guy Mohsin Abdilhameed (Islamic Party's head, part of 618) a man who is just and never differentiates, and that other guy El Izzi, he was killed just because he said that Sunni/Shia are equal, these are okay men, but not Harith Al Dari
''What's wrong with him?'
'What's this he says in Cairo about not attacking terrorists'
'There is terrorism and there is resistance'
'yeah, sure'
'and he wants to differentiate between the two'
Pinkred is silent, he doesn't know what to say, The Kid feels strangely out of place, he is winning in a political debate!!! Pinkred obviously is the following type. The conversation never inflates into a heads-on bullfight because neither side is either sure nor sectarain. As The Kid gets out of the car, Pinkred says : I hope i did not bother u, all we want is equality and justice wihout differentiation.'With a smile, The Kid says 'Of course, no you did not bother me, on the contrary. Here's your 4,000 ID'


This is the first time I am going to vote, and I urge everyone to vote too from their hearts, sitting around there doing nothing and pretending it ain't gonna make a difference is no excuse, it makes a difference - you only need to witness the abysmal massacres that happened, if not for the better then please vote not to make matters worse! I will only vote because of all the sectarian blood shed, there has to be a balance of powers in order for this country to at least kick any massacre back into terrorism territory, not by the very same security forces.I will vote for all the people that has lost their lives not for anything, but because their only faults was that they were Sunni.and in doing so, i deeply reproach myself for making a decision based on Sectarian lines, sadly, this is the policy with which the USA runs Iraq.
Early on, when American soldiers were still treated as aliens from outer space surrounded by children, my cousin told me about his first encounter with the American Soldier, he said that the first question he asked us was who is Sunni/Shia and whether we have any problems with that?

These mighty, mighty sons of bitches....

Under these US-instigated sectarian obsessions carefully injected everywhere, the papers, the TV, the people -if any one of the sects (Sunni, Shia) rules the other, there certainly would be crimes and/or feelings of injustice, the obvious solution is Secularism, (Allawi, who obvioulsy will win under US babysitting) - then again, any Muslim must only accept Islam as his rule, by separating Mosque from State, the Muslim may find himself watching Iraqi Gay TV only because a large number of people feel the need to watch Iraqi Gay TV. that is unacceptable.Unfortunatley, if u vouch for a moderate Islamic rule, there ain't such a thing - and some smartass or other won't take your 'I am Muslim' negation and try to shoe-horn u into either Sunni/Shia...So i will drop off 731 (surefire winner, btw) and pick 618, for my Haji Amir. and quite frankly, i feel safe with that number.
i feel shit, too.
Yesterday Iraq won West Asia cup from Syria by Penalties, and the sky turned into a flameball, Sunni or Shia, BiSK or BiSHK, you love football....Ahmed Radi has joined the 618, it's interesting to see what happens from soccer junkies who don't happen to take that much interest in religion....although starpower concept in Iraq is almost nonexistent. (Radi, the only Iraqi ever who has scored in World Cup has once starred in a corny Brake Oil campaign( what's the fucking connection between Car Lubricants and an Athelte anyway, unless he drinks the damn thing!!!! quite frankly, if they made him drink the oil then, it would have sold a gadzillion, hee hee - humourless drones!) let's hope this ain't as corny as his stoned performance then.

So, my friend Anarki, to vote is to, quote the holy book :
{وادو الامانة الى اهلها}
most well-known Islamic fukahaa (such as Yousif Qardawi) say that it is obligatory for a muslim to go to these elections.Vote to reduce bloodshed, these parties ain't in it for the money, they boycotted it the first time.
not because you are sunni, but to create a balance.

and your touchtype post about me was great, except for several points :

1. 'He is quite fast, hell, even faster than me'....that is a severe understatement, i can kick ur ass quite soundly at this, please.
2. the 'i am proud' bit is a total disgrace as pointed out by Daniel, not only are you not that old, but with all due respect- i love u dude, but don't get high on your own supply - you and i are wildly different, and u r a most amazing person, nice, kind, hospitable, exteremely unique, but i really can't see u as a rebel - maybe on the inside but on the outside, u will always be the mild-mannered dork as u once said, it is not a fault to know one's own strengths.
No disrespect meant, ever.

We don't need the trial, i meant, isn't the outcome already known homies? if u come to the crimes, not one of them can be jusitifed quite reasonably
Halabcha : Irani folks threw lotsa chemicals, Saddam warns Kurds he will do so too in order to kill the irani infiltrations, nobody gets out he throws white flour, still no reaction, is it anybody's fault when the chemicals hit the floor?
Dijayal : what the fuck do u expect from any Arab leader when somebody tries to kill him? Har Har....
Anyway Abo El Laithan will get what he deserves.....


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