Its night here in Colombo and sleep angel seems to be nowhere near. Wondering in the wilderness of www, it struck me that my long suffering PA too is disapproved of my wordings in previous blog. My Apologies. Like Eminem, I am singing “sorry mama (PA), I never meant to hurt you – but tonight I am clearing up my closet...” Will she buy that? Nope, I think not. What to do, the world indeed is round. Or is it?
Its not the first time I had a finger in Girl's High School affairs down here. One feller out there predicted earthquakes – at least he wasn't divinely inspired; another found arsenic in, oh never mind. Its just so that these are the people who shape future academia in this country, and their quality is abysmal.
The question, the serious question some ask me is “what if there really is arsenic in those waters after all?” Look kiddies, care I not even if they found the holy grail in those wells in North Central province. Is that a good enough answer?
What I am concerned with is not if they found arsenic, neither if the whole bunch including that earthquake predictor at the other Girl's School went ahead and ate arsenic trioxide in cartloads, no sir, just go ahead and do it and see if I care. I am concerned with HOW they went about finding arsenic (and that no hope earthquake too).
In the (un)civilised societies of the West, whose science is false and culture is beneath that of our own (not my words, but those of the divinely inspired) DMS is currently under the microscope for their voting in of “borderline mental disorders”, whatever they are. I mean these people may have problems with their wives you know. This current bunch of idiots are also the butt of many jokes, and magnet of criticism for their voting in of mental diseases. Can you vote in to decide if someone has coronary heart disease, or cancer, or rabies for that matter? I mean you treat these people with medication you know, and you voted this in? Kids, I love to use some adjectives here, but my good PA will be much vexed if I did so. Here are some suggestions of potential disease candidates for them to consider in their next general election of mental diseases:
Text Autistic Syndrome: a mental illness consisting on being in a get-together with people who texts other people who are not in the same room.
Nasocomesonia: mental illness that refers to scratching your nose.
Challenged Facebook Mania: a mental illness deriving from feeling dared by people in the FB wall.
Attention on the Screen Superavit: a mental illness manifested by too much TV or computer screen attention time.
Twitter Span of Attention Disorder: the handicap of 140 characters to read and write every time even when writing reports or reading books.
Full list is at: http://www.hs.facebook.com/topic.php?uid=328306427659&topic=14434
Just stick around long enough to find out which ones will be elected... these guys do have wife problems, I am telling you. This is what happens when you marry the wrong person. You take it out on the rest of the world. Naughty words, where are thee?
So lets get back to our original discussion, if its still worth it. I am sure most of you got it by now. But among us there are (no, not aliens) those who went to the Girl's Schools taught by this bunch, and if you are one of them, here is my £0.02p you still did not get it.
My point is, if we used divine intervention in detecting arsenic in well water or piss water in some god forsaken place out there, what would we be doing after? Will we use divine intervention in deciding who the culprits are in a murder trial? Or in a rape case? How about next elections, surely gods are better judges than we are, so why not seek their intervention in deciding who goes to that awful parliament in this tiny third world country living on foreign loans? How about choosing whom you marry? Surely gods' choice is the best. There is even a phrase on this “made for each other”, to hell (now that is NOT a naughty word) with Thalassemia testing and incest laws. Lets get the gods to decide on that marital matter in detail too. I can only hope DMS fellows followed suite, would have saved us some enormous hassle had they done that.. It cuts out the Kapuwa's commission too! Oh I almost forgot, CDC says some people died while they were sitting on the toilet seat – never mind what they were upto – so lets check it out with gods when we go in for a call of nature too.
You see, this god mania is something like Pringles, once you start there is no stopping, and if an independent body confirms arsenic in water out there, by this time next year, you'd be speaking French before going into toilet.
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