Category: Culture

May 02

Osama bin Laden, long live Osama bin Laden

Osama bin Laden, on the run for nine long year, and finally dead.

For many, this will be seen as a victory. But at what cost?

He has almost become the brand name for terrorism. The figurehead of al-Qa’ida, the man who brought the United States to it’s knees. A little melodramatic? I don’t think so.

His presence is now everywhere in US society. Fly a plane, get molested by home land security, even if you are a six year old girl. Tell a joke mentioning killing or bombs, go to jail. Have the wrong name, the wrong ancestry, or even just visit the wrong part of the world on business, and suddenly you are a suspect.

Osama bin Laden’s death is a bitter victory, almost a false victory.

He will live on, as a martyr not seen in the modern world before. His al-Qa’ida brethren will continue their onslaught against the west. In fact, it is likely his death will bring together fracturous relationships amongst the more extreme groups, creating a global force with one aim. Jihad.

The retaliation for bin Laden’s death will be slow to build, but as we have seen in the past, it will build to a level never since in man’s history.

If a simple cartoon can cause such havoc and hatred, this event will be unstoppable.

I fear for the west, I fear for our future.

Osama bin Laden lives on. And now the west can never touch him.

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Jan 05

Karuun and the shirt…

His misery lay in a pool of vomit resembling porridge and diced carrot. His shirt was covered, wet with half digested alcohol. As he stirred, it was obvious he was coherent enough to know what had happen, but perhaps he was not quite so aware of the extent of the mess he was in.

As he walked through the kitchen towards the bathroom, people looked sideways. His glazed eyes focused on nothing in particular as he moved unsteadily towards his goal. Their faces were a mixture of disgust, concern and sympathy. Most had been as bad or worse at some stage in their young lives.

His intent was obvious as he weaved unsteadily towards the bathroom, but as most males know, the bathroom at a 20 something’s party is off-limits to males. The line of young women ensuring the fence out back is the best option for the guys. His addled mind had missed that detail.

As realization dawned on him, a young woman approached him. Although the crowd parted for his reeking presence, she was finding it much harder. He had almost reached the front door when she finally caught up.

“Jack? Are you alright?” Karen said with concern.

“Karuun? Oh, shit.”

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