If I can't fly a kite when I want to because my government can pass a law to limit that, doesn't it diminish my liberty ?
Where does it stop ? Is executive/judicial over-reach a concept too alien to us or we don't see that if we let government legislate bits of our personal lives under pressure from religious right, we will loose even the sense of liberty ?
It shouldn't be a liberal cause, it should be everyone's.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Veena Malik, you go girl
She just kicked that stupid Mullah's ass.
Oh my God! It was pure ecstasy to watch her rip that ass apart.
Oh my God! It was pure ecstasy to watch her rip that ass apart.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
We anonymous Fucktards & Salman Taseer
When religious birds threw their stones ripping the flesh, baring the bones
You stood tall, you bore our cross and the crowd waved and laughed
What celebration, what joyous glee; another blasphemy; another blood spree
and round and round the fervor goes; heaven's winds, seventy two hoors
And we stand aside, the silent and tamed ; impotent bastards spineless and shamed
We bicker and moan and raise a ruckus; as long as no-one names our names
(whatever happened to principle, us fucks)
And hence Salam Taseer died; Twenty seven bullets lodged in his body. Yeah, I see the irony of reversing the number to seventy two, the same number of virgins that asshole dreamt of before pulling the trigger.
And what do we secular intellectuals do? We fucking moan anonymously.
Yes, the sky is not red today, nor the black engulfs the air
A little blood on an Islamabad street, its not Armageddon, they say
These people with their buckets of God
These people, the idiots, we've stayed away …
We still rather sit on this cozy sofa, with our fancy books
Animated rage, vanilla cappuccino, blogs we type away
Deep in shit, in this joke of our yoke
Lets light a candle for this black day
For what else can cowards like us do?
You stood tall, you bore our cross and the crowd waved and laughed
What celebration, what joyous glee; another blasphemy; another blood spree
and round and round the fervor goes; heaven's winds, seventy two hoors
And we stand aside, the silent and tamed ; impotent bastards spineless and shamed
We bicker and moan and raise a ruckus; as long as no-one names our names
(whatever happened to principle, us fucks)
And hence Salam Taseer died; Twenty seven bullets lodged in his body. Yeah, I see the irony of reversing the number to seventy two, the same number of virgins that asshole dreamt of before pulling the trigger.
And what do we secular intellectuals do? We fucking moan anonymously.
Yes, the sky is not red today, nor the black engulfs the air
A little blood on an Islamabad street, its not Armageddon, they say
These people with their buckets of God
These people, the idiots, we've stayed away …
We still rather sit on this cozy sofa, with our fancy books
Animated rage, vanilla cappuccino, blogs we type away
Deep in shit, in this joke of our yoke
Lets light a candle for this black day
For what else can cowards like us do?
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