Salam Aidilfitri to Muslims Everywhere
We've got some bad intolerance shit going on in this world today. To some people, if you're Muslim, you're a terrorist. If you're a guy and you listen to Westlife, you're gay. If you're gay, you're morally unsound or your Daddy touched your pee-pee when you were young.
Here in Singapore, intolerance is pretty bad. We've got so many people criticizing one another, it's like all that racial harmony made space for other sorts of intolerance. Singaporeans speak out against the Kiasus amongst them - the low-class-ass people who rush for Hello Kitty dolls, free school textbooks and other similarly satanic objects. These 'Kiasus', after being jacked publicly, hit out against their critics, writing against their high-class arrogance (though eventually the only scapegoats they can find are ang mohs) and property prices. It's ugly, it's endless - like a tennis game between the Williams sisters.
Singaporeans have hit out against NKF and its donors, having to somehow squeeze in a fuckin' lucky draw in its donation cards so that donation collectors have more incentive to collect more cash. According to these critics, the main drive for collectors to go around getting cash is no longer helping the less fortunate, but to help themselves to a Mercedes Benz.
Even the younger generation of Singaporean people are intolerant and prejudiced. ACS-I boys are rich arrogant snobs with personal chauffeurs. ACS-Barker Road boys have IQs that is inversely proportional to their wallet size. SJI boys are homosexual priests. You need a dictionary by your side to have a proper conversation with an RGS girl. IJ girls are dykes. TKGS girls are Minahs with an overbearing need to express their opinions, and their opinions are like their faces - ugly.
Outside Singapore, it's worse. After the September 11 attacks, Islamic intolerance has been rising. At the same time, Western intolerance in the Arab World became a more popular concept, allowing Extremists to gain sympathy and support. If an Arab sees a dying American in need of help, he'd do one of three things: drink coffee, take a walk or pick his nose. Just like the rest of us if we see a dying lawyer. It's bad, and it doesn't seem to be getting any better.
Yasser Arafat died recently, Allah protect his soul, further threatening the already fragile stability of the Middle East. Western media portrayed him as a man who recently had his power slowly drained from him as the years passed since he became leader of the Palestinian cause 40 years ago. He died a weak man, physically and politically.
Israeli media went one step ahead by reporting that Mr. Arafat died of AIDS.
I say that sucks. Give a dying man the respect he deserves, man. At least say one thing good about him. It's like primary school pupil remarks. Even if he's a motherfuckin' jackass come up with something good about him. Like, Ali is one dumb pigfuck but he puts on his trousers. Nobody's gonna lose out from that. Everybody gains. The teacher wouldn't feel so bad having to say all those bad things about a kid. Ali would feel bad at first but pride himself in that one ability of his. Ali's parents would smile and think, "Too bad about his intelligence; that's my fault for marrying my cousin, but at least we taught him something."
And maybe that's all there is to tolerance. The ability to come up with just a Chinese guy's penis worth of positivity. Yeah, that little positivity, and the world can light up with smiles instead of bombs, for once.
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