Those who forget the lessons of history....

Rant

I was there watching the election when Sarath Fonseka ran for president and lost. And then the Army surrounded the Galadari Hotel where he was waiting.

Of course no one came to his rescue. No one protested like they did in Iran against Ahmadinejad or in Russia against Putin. There was no mass upswelling of protest and anger.

Because very few people actually voted for Sarath Fonseka. Most of the votes were against Mahinda Rajapaksa - aka The Beast. Even YT who swore that he was going to spoil his vote because he felt neither candidate was worthy of his vote, ended up voting against The Beast because of the multiple showings of The Rise and Fall of Idi Amin on state TV. People voted for Fonseka because he was the not-rajapaksa.

Now everyone is trying to make a martyr of SF - forgetting, of course, that to become a martyr, you have to be martyred. They scream and shout that this is revenge (of course it is) and a frame up (would you expect any less from The Beast).

There are many petitions to free SF. There is even an attempt to liken him to Nelson Mandela. Nelson fucking Mandela.. I fucking swear. They even petitioned the White House, and there was much cheering and cries of "Jayawewa" because if they made 25,000 signatures the US Government would make representations to The Beast. Only thing is... they won't.

And of course The Beast himself has stated that he won't listen to the USGOV anyway. But, if the pardon plea came from the family (no doubt with much prostration and feet kissery - also dick sucking) he would "consider" it.

After all, why should he listen to the US? And why should the USGOV intervene? After all, it was the same people who now scream and beg for help and justice from the other countries that protested against and blocked any form of international intervention in the Sri Lankan Civil War. The same ones who claimed that other countries had "no right" to intervene in what was an "internal matter".

They were the same ones who were cheering that Sri Lanka finally had a "worthy leader" who had the balls to stand up to the "neocolonial powers". They were the ones who stood by The Beast while he trampled on the rights of the people. They screamed their support while he shut down and killed those who stood up to him. They convinced the Rajapaksa Brothers that they can do whatever they wanted with impunity.

And now the retards who supported all the bullshit, who screamed loudly that anyone who dared to question the "glorious leader" were traitors to the race and nation, who didn't see the whirlwind they would soon be reaping. Now those idiots are screaming to the very people they chased off and vilified for help.

First they came for the communists,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a communist.

Then they came for the trade unionists,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a Jew.

Then they came for me
and there was no one left to speak out for me.

So reap the whirlwind, bitches. Reap it!

What is love?

Muse

A long time ago my FEW called me a robot. She said that I had no emotions. That I didn't feel.

I, of course, took that as a compliment.

I have always valued rationality over emotions. Mr. Spock was my hero. Even to this day I would rather solve problems through rational discourse rather than screaming and shouting.

But that doesn't seem to work too well with women.

Women want me to make an emotional commitment to them. And I find this is something I just cannot do.

I can't seem to lose control. I can't seem to want to give up everything. to fight dragons, to say, "Fuck it. I will do this because I love this woman."

I can't seem to lose or give up emotional control.

It wasn't always this way of course.

In my younger days I had no problems in doing that. I would give my all for a woman. I was willing to do anything, make any changes to myself and my lifestyle to be with someone. But as I grew older, that changed.

I guess the big change was somewhere in 2001. A bad breakup in 2000, followed by an even worse one in 2002, which led to depression and an attempt at suicide where I learned that 24 tabs of Panadol are not enough to kill you, just give you bad heartburn.

Since then I have been uable to feel anything romantic for anyone. There is no rush of emotion.

I find it impossible to get that can't-eat, can't- sleep, reach-for-the-stars, over-the-fence, World Series kind of stuff.

I sometimes envy those who can. I envy those who can actually feel something. Those whose wires haven't been overloaded and burnt out. Those who can unconditionally love someone. And feel pain when it is going wrong.

As my friend the Toymaker asked me once, Would you rather be unhappy with her, or happy without her?

Apparently my answering - without any thought or hesitation - that I would rather be happy, meant that I was not in love.

This is not to say that I don't care for, or even love the women in my life. It means that I am unable to get that deep emotional bond that many of the women in my life seem to want. I even find it difficult to say I love you to someone. Something that I was able to do before my marriage.

But that doesn't mean that I don't care. That I don't miss them when they leave - or to be more accurate, when I drive them away. It doesn't mean that I feel sad that they are no longer in my life.

It just means that I shrug, and move on.