April 20, 2005

Berthe of the Profffittt Mojjo-Hhaammiiidd

We are fortunate enough to call this day a day off because tomorrow is Mojo’s birth day. Yes that’s right. MojoHamid turns two thousand one hundred sixty or so odd years old tomorrow. Or at least his legacy, in lieu of the presence of him, turns two thousand one hundred and sixty or so odd years tomorrow.

And we, having made sacrifices miscellaneous in order to glean dry, in the scheme of things in this "face" society, buck by really hard-earned buck, the rich fields of Middle Eastern o-yah, take in stride the pompous differences of religion, culture, and social custom, and take yet another ride on yet another benevolent wave, Sheikh-led and fancy free, all in the name of Ughllah & his precious mess-maker, megalo-Mojoniac (PSST! Be upon him! Make haste, I beseech thee!) and too, of course, in the name of the delicate politics entwined and enterwined through loops and hoops, of dealing out royal sons’ inheritances and duties thereto.

We, the few, the proud, the: it’s getting crowd(ed) in here. “We” stand by: blithely, smiley, toughly, don’t mess with my fourteen plus four years of sacrifice now, hear-ly. You “aus-landers” who show up - newbie, with cocky, conquering the Middle East-like-in-a-week-or-two attitudes. Swim back to your Englands, your USAs, your Canadas, your Australias…. Swim back to your European unions and so forth. Make the necessary sacrifices, decide the tough choices. THEN, set foot on Middle Eastern shores. Why? Well you could just not listen to me and decide to come on over out here for some fantastical heated adventure in the desert, sure. You could do that, but the more of ya’ll that choose to do that, the more of ya’ll ‘ill fail at your attempt at what ever it is you say you are attempting to attempt here. Trouble is, the more of ya’ll that fail become the failures we have to explain indigenously, on your failing butts’ behalf, as representatives of the community of long-term “yet-to-fails” having only just recently after all this time figured out just what it takes to live comfortably here, having made the bleeding sacrifices in four years that you think you don't have to even in one.

Swim then, with the might of one determined to make the prerequisite sacrifices!

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