To the Lovely Konark Girl

Re: Why set the bar for 'beauty' so low?
by predicto
02/03/2008, 9:59 PM #

I don't surmise that in your own country you could safely display such brazen candor, either. So, not only is India a place of lesser opportunity, but one rather stifling of female expression. I don't blame you for coming here, but would you go back if I gave you a gun and a thousand rounds so you could gun down your government and build an America over there? Really, don't you feel a lonesomeness to be packed in like a sardine with the rest of the indistinguishable mob of furtive Hindus? Don't you miss the fetid stink of the heated, steaming Ganges?

Hey, you can take the Hindu out of India, but you can't take the India out of the HIndu. when you come here, you bring more of that place into a pure environment, LIke Small-Pox to the Amerinds, the putrifaction of eastern thought spreads like gangrene through our national sinews. It was a mistake to ever allow such predators among the innoncents and now the only solution left is a final one. Tut- tut, but when your head is about to roll, remember, it was your arrogance that brought you to this end. Even with your high IQ, the only value you are to an American is as fertilizer and a brick in a sturdy wall between us and the threatening latin zombie hordes to the south that want to smother our social welfare system and vote Marxists into our high offices.

Like the United Negro College Fund, I, too, believe that "a head is a terrible thing to waste."

Now, I don't want you to have nightmares that lurking around every bush and in every doorway that you pass is a hugely overweight Right wing fanatic in a dirty off-white, stained T-shirt with 8 inches of stretched, black curly hairy belly showing between its hem and the gut fold hidden pants line below, weilding an upraised Colonel Briddell about to come down on your neck like a limbing axe. Of course, this red neck will have red, bloodshot, hatefilled, almost blazing eyes. And he will smell of the burnt flesh of his lunch mixed with Olde Spice. Of course, this fat slob lout assassin dirty white boy will shout a fundamentalist's "God wills it!" (Peter the Hermit) as he brings down the heavy, gleaming chopping knife.... cleaving the Hindu genius's pretty little neck cleanly, her head falls to the hardwood floor witht he sound of a thrown, ripe watermellon... Aware of its surroundings for 30 some seconds the head opens its mouth wide to scream...., but it doesn't even have a prayer. As the curtains fold and blackness descends, the fleeting thought, almost unnoticed races bay, the caboose on your thoguht train, "I should have listened to Dd and gone back to India a missionairy for Christ and a member of the Vast Right Wing Christian Conspiracy when I had the chance...." You might even try to cry out, "Doggydevil... pray for me..." as you slide down the swirling black funnel into the howling, unbearable roar of black flamed despair.

Hey, what about that sack of Dehli by Tamelane circa 14th century, eh? 350 thousand Hindu heads piled in five pyramids in one day. Mongols do have their redeeming quality.

Hey, you seen the movie Gandhi? That one regiment fired 1575 rounds and took down 1542 Hindus. Now that's the kind of efficiency we need to achieve in Iraq, don't you think. What's good for the Hindu is good for the Moslem considering their ain't a tinker's damn worth of difference between the two of them.

Dd