Girls & Boys of Manchester, today I am (not) going to talk about the film, Sleeping With The Enemy, with Julia Roberts as the star vehicle (1991). It was a good romance film, albeit a bit unrealistic with stereotype characters etc. Yet, with a beer on the short table and a lovely girl draped around, well, with those things at your disposal....
Lets get to the point here. I never knew – before today, that is- being a visa consultant could be a job as tough as being on the front line of a war. Sometime back in this country there was a terrorist problem that had caused utmost grief to all its inhabitants. As is the case with all other wars, there were many who held questionable loyalties. Lord Haw-Haw, Irish Super-grass, and even recent Al- Quaida informants could be included if you make your blanket wide enough.
But the guy who came here today was certainly a strange sort of a bird. I mean, how could you go to the opposition camp when you fully know these are the same people who butchered small children? No I am not talking of Tony Blair, he ordered to butcher kids of other nations. Good old Cherry & Tony did not ask anyone to come here butcher English kids (well, they did not need to, their foreign policy accomplished that end without fail). Now this guy here is different. He volunteered to go among the people who took suckling infants off their mother's breasts and dashed them against walls – just as the Bible asked you to... (Kings 8:12-13; Luke 19:44; Isaiah 13:16, Lost count).
Well, the nice friends of this gentleman went a bit further than ripping open pregnant women. They kindly deposited infants on hot flat-pans (rotti-thatiya) on fire, so the infant will slowly roast to death. I am sure even some Old Testament prophets will be amazed by the deeds of these people. Now, some people, like Tony Blair, who rained missiles on whatever that moved, can find solace in the fact that these were other people's children. But your own?
OK nevermind the technicalities, as always. The courts have acquitted these people, authorities are satisfied, the police accepted facts, and so on. Simply, they are free. Well, living in a civilised age, I am not the one to lead a lynch mob to “put things right”, and if the courts acquit, hell with it, I concur!
People outside of X might say that is a strange sort of justice, specially considering the reputation of justice system of the country X. Well, I say you are all wrong. Country X has a very strong and very faire judicial system. Good citizens of X send drug dealers into their parliament, send people openly involved in protection rackets to local government councils, have tolerated opposing voices being tortured in prisons on trumped up charges, their religious leaders openly bless those who openly steal public monies, they send police to beat women workers in trade zones with sticks, have given grand applause when parliamentary representatives switch sides, have approved and encouraged murderers to get seats in the parliament, and so on.
No they do not stop there. Yes, I know you are saying, please, this is enough. Not for the denizens of X, who have elected leaders who have taken part in killing their own children! I am serious here, in that country, the Country X, top order is made up of those who actually liaised with the gentlemen who put infants on hot flat-pans to roast to death.
When their leaders are such, could you blame citizens for sleeping with the enemy?
When corruption, deception, and glorification of barbarity is the norm, average citizen loses his moral compass. Like those Jews who supported Hitler, or like those went to war to “protect” the empire which took their land & killed parents, average citizen becomes a zombie who cant tell right from wrong.
And what do they do?
They send their young daughters to sleep with the enemy. And when that does not suffice, they take daughters away and go sleep themselves (with the enemy!).
The moral of the story: Throw away your moral compass, or you won't fit in here.
Poor Citizens of X. Ah, by the way, I still got mine in good working order. How about you?
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