Dear Readers and Fellow-Apes; 2008 was a Murky and Hapless Year! Let us hope that 2009 does not turn out to be even More Murky and Hapless!
I intentionally did not wish you a Merry Christmas, because Christmas is another story for another Posting at another time; and I do not wish you a Happy New Year, since I believe that ONLY FOOLS ARE, OR CAN BE, HAPPY ALL YEAR ROUND. I do, however, wish all of you A GOOD YEAR! With a little Good in one's life, one can be a little happy, which is all one can ask for in one's short sweet dream one calls a life-time. BY GOD AND SATAN!
A Jack of many trades and master of all; I am honest to the core and I hate lies, deceits, pretensions, hypocrisy, treachery, betrayal, and stoic compliance; and I despise – and actually pity – Human-Apes who follow-the-herd-or-pack
I expose and reveal the lies, deceits, pretensions, hypocrisy, treachery, betrayal, and blind, deaf, and stoic compliance, and Human-Apes who follow-the-herd-or-pack; I tell or write the truth; and I say what I mean and mean what I sayI fear nothing; least of all, death
If I must fear anything at all in life, then let me fear what I think and know of myself; because, in the end, one’s knowledge and opinion of oneself is what counts most. All the world may think and believe one is such and such, but one knows one is such and such. Also, I like to look in the mirror and like what I see and know about me.
I invite comments, remarks, criticisms, and even insults – so long as they are straight to the point, in order for me to correct or adjust myself accordingly. What I do not welcome and won’t accept or tolerate is HORSE-SHIT!
Dear readers and felow-Apes; with every page, every report or article, every paragraph, every sentence, every word, and every letter; I thank you for taking the trouble and the time to read My Not-So-Humble Comments.
12th JULY 2006 POOR ELIAS EL MURR ALIAS DEFENCE MINISTER AT THE TIME It's over and past now, but we can still laugh, can't we?
NB. EM = Elias Murr / HS = His servant
The following may, or may not, have taken place, but who cares; so long as it’s funny! Poor Elias El Murr, the almost eliminated Minister for Defence. He went to bed very late the night before; he woke up on that fateful day at eight to...
EM: “What are all those noises, hah; fire-works, hah; and who the FUCK in hell is getting married so early in the morning, hah?”
HS: “Maali Al Wazir, they're not fire-works; they're bombs!”
EM: “Bombs; where from, and why? What the FUCK is going on?”
HS: “Search me. You're the Minister for Defence; you ought to know!”
EM: “Minister for Defence my ass! You know and I know you know I know you know I know you know I know you know…...”
HS: “Maali Al Wazir! Please. Enough of that rigmarole Horse-shit! The question is what are you going to do about it?”
EM: “Ass-hole and fool! That's not the question! I can't do anything about it and you and I know you know I know you know I know you know...”
HS: “Stop it! By God, you're right! I guess you'll have to do and say exactly as you're told; as always; right?”
EM: “Right; now you're talking turkey!”
HS: “Maali Al Wazir. You're the turkey; right?”
EM: “Right, but that's between you and me and the lamp-posts on the road to Iran via Syria; Capice?”
HS: “Capice; so long as you get paid, and you pay me, at the end of......”
I like Elias El Murr; I really do, because he’s not one of THEM, for the very simple reason that THEY tried to kill him. However, I won’t apologise to him because I say what I mean and I mean what I say. Also, a little leg-pulling never hurt anyone.