Back to the future. Blast from the past. Ballots are cast.
Saffron may rise on the mast at last.
|Saffron Affront Front
Of Constipation, Constitution and Restitution. Sunday, October 31, 1999 5:30 AM
The RSS stuck up assholes are at it again. Since when these manger dogs, jingoistic
dingo dogs, high holy Hindu hound dogs, Hinduja money manger dogs like Dr. Jai Maharaj,
et al learned any lessons from the history? When it bothers their inherent, heretical
debauchery, these saffron simians simply rewrite scriptures, sacraments and their
sacrosanct, holy guacamole, goddamned, devil worsipping, ritualistic religious sermons
to suit the day.
My good buddy Mo, perhaps my good babe, a Jewish princess married to a Hindu doctor,
make it a filthy but rich pig living away from his holy Hindu motherland, India,
suffering occasional bouts of fairness, equality, justice and spread of Hindu venom
in Muslim Pakistan, a couch potato religiously watching his/her favorite Bollywood DVD's,
also suffering from tunnel vision, butt sores as that fat butt never leaves the couch,
what with being a Jewish princess and all recalls some historical imbalance.
He/she, sayeth that Hindus were forced to pay a religious tax by Mughals called jizia.
I be damned. I think all freedom loving people of the world should take strong objection
to this barbaric practice of fleecing the flock, the saffron simian flock. Lucky for the
pagans that Mughal administrators did not flog them instead to develop same butt sores
that Mo, my daring and darling sparring partner so proudly possesses. Sorts of scars of
the brave warriors.
I have nothing against Mo, he/she knows that. Opinion is like gold. The extreme purity
has its own drawback. Twenty-four carat gold is almost like a crayon. It can be used as
such provided one gets an abrasive surface to write on. Preferred by village idiots of
India but rejected by all other western countries. Some other hardening metal is added to
make it strong and last long.
Mo's innocent objections to my basic questions are true, heartfelt and down to earth
honest. I believe in his/her child like honesty. The fact remains as to how good it is
in the market place of criticism? As far as I am concerned, worthless junk. Mo's child
like protestations over insignificant events suits that individual's fancy, make it
Jewish princess' sore fanny fancies, bit deluded by constant watching DVDs.
The delusions of RSS brat boys and their fascist and fake front organizations
'brothers-in-arms,' arms as in a destructive devices and not as human body parts are
not individual and not as innocent. One deluded dunce, Dr. Surendra Jain, the National
Convenor of terroristic RSS group, Bajarang Dal is mincing words, evoking images, painting
satanic scenarios and being belligerant against government of India. Mind you that country
has a constitution and does not subscribe to "Banana Republic" method of governing.
After being whacked by the prime minister Atal Behari Vajpayee, home minister, Lal
"Lallu the criminal kallu" Kishen Advani and bunch of noted journalists, commentators
and editors about these shenanigans of RSS rowdies, this ding bat doctor, Dr. Surendra
Jain is still cocky about his failed plan to disrupt Pope John Paul, II state visit.
Mother schlupfucking Marathi Mafia don, dog, make it demented and lamented, yeah,
saffron laminated, that too, fourth grade grammar school dropout, our own Bal Thackeray
of Bombay did the same atavistic number when Pakistan's cricket team came to India to
play friendly game or two.
This is high holy Hindu (virus, make it deadly, demonic virus) culture. The idiots
have learned nothing from that glorious history they keep altering and quoting
incessantly. The oft repeated charge that British divided India between Hindus and
Muslims for their selfish purpose. What the fuck these feces fascists doing that is
so grotesquely akin to British policy? Aren't these bozos dividing India on the lines
of British?
As my good brother, who shall remain nameless, now retired, staked his claim that
there is free speech in India and it is guaranteed by the constitution, I wonder what
kind of constipated constitution is this? The rights of a section of Indians to receive
their revered religious leader is not a free speech. Right to associate with others,
right to choose a religion, right to perform religious conventions and follow their
god, in private and in public are denounced at the same time rights, purported rights,
of the heinous Hindus are enforced by sheer vandalism?
If this ding bat doctor quotes the constitutional rights for him to shit all over
India why cannot Pope John Paul, II sit with his flock and pray in peace without being
slighted, insulted and held accountable for the past historic misbehavior of one or more
persons?
If these gangsters in disguise follow their demands of accountability of the present
day people for the past misdeeds of their ancestors, how come Brahmins are not held
accountable for the mistreatment, enslavement of the Shudras and tribals for close to
three thousand five hundred years? The torturous treatment meted out to these poor,
ignorant native Indians in comparison to Goan inquisitions, Spanish inquisitions and
Hitler's Jewish annihilation is gigantic. An innocent mole hill versus mighty Himalan
mountain is what that comparison can be depicted as.
How about this ding bat doctor apologizing all those Shudras and all those Tribals
individually and collectively? It is high time the old scores are settled. Line up
these Hindus, make it heinous Hindus and flog them in public for their demonic treatment
of nearly twenty-five percent of the "real" Indians.
Thanks to the Rediff dated October 31, 1999.
http://rediff.com/news/1999/oct/30bdal.htm
Sid Harth..."One side of a coin cannot be more precious than the other side, both sides
make the value of the coin."
VHP Vandals Vanquished.
Sunday, October 31, 1999 5:40 PM
I hope and pray that old buddy Pope John Paul, II takes no offensive at the controversy over his pilgrimage to India. Christianity came to India in the year 45 A.D. according to public records. By that established record, those who believe in this religion have as much right as the white trash Aryans who brought with them a vicious anti human war mongering culture. Christianity has evolved as much as Aryan paganism over the years throughout the world. If Jesus Christ were to walk in the Vatican city, I am certain he would throw a big fit at the desecration of his gospel.
Rome is not the center of the world, at least not for a while. Roman Catholics do their best when they adopt the conciliatory tone of voice and reason, both sadly missing from the previous papal reigns. That uppity mood is fast dwindling in Vatican and we find them to be the grand old partisan of Christianity. The younger and more people oriented cults of Christians are fast taking over the papal empire making him a truly puppet of a moral leader.
Pope John Paul, II personally forgive all those who made big fuss about his visit to India as he is very polite and proper in his demeanor. A gentle persuasion is the trick he uses in his pulpit rather than fire and brimstone preaching of some of the southern Baptists and Baptists in general. He is a charming man. The assassin an Arab terrorist who tried to kill him was visited by Pope John Paul, II and forgiven for his disgraceful attempt. The accused was overwhelmed by papal visit and literally humiliated by that gesture.
As a Bishop of Rome, Pope John Paul, II customarily receives visitors from all over the world, including leaders of the other faiths not to forget the heads of state no matter what religion they may believe in. He has a strong sense of putting to rest any doubts about his sincerity and genuine kind heart. This is in the best of Christian traditions. His atavistic behavior is usually restricted to his flock of sheep.
I saw no danger to Hindu religion from his visit, perhaps his last major overseas visit. He is tired and suffers from debilitating disease. May god lord bless my brother and keep him vibrant till he decides to enter the heaven. Till that time I wish the idiots of all sorts, including but not limited to VHP vandals like Giriraj Kishore pray that Pope does not die on the holy land of India. As it may turn to be a blessing in disguise for the local Christians, especially the Roman Catholics, some eighteen million of them. India would become a holy place for the Catholics.
Giriraj Kishore is a goddamned liar besides being an asshole. Just a day ago, he termed Pope John Paul, II as a Bandit. Now Giriraj Kishore is denying that famous remark as a politicians do blaming the media for "Misquoting" him. If these Hindu mother fuckers do not back off I shall make it worthwhile to publish the itineraries of all those scumbag swamis, gurus, saffron shit shovelers when they visit United States of America in their quest to evangelize and spread the venomous anti Christians. It is not a threat, a solemn promise. I keep tabs on all those mother fucking Hindu men of cloth, saffron of course.
Thanks to the Times of India dated November 1, 1999.
http://www.timesofindia.com/today/01home4.htm
Sid Harth... Charity, as they say, must begin at home, the high holy Hindu sewer of rat hole kind of home."
RSS sky is falling.
Monday, November 1, 1999 5:38 AM
The scaredy cats and stray dogs, your average RSS rats are declaring from
their itty-bitty mole hill of holy guacamole midget, hill of beans sort of
mountain that the sky is falling. As the story book states that the ample
proof of such an unheard of phenomenon is a colorful leaf of a tree falling
on top of the hero of the story. Reason good enough for that alarmist,
opportunist to yell and scream and disturb the peace of the world.
Crying wolf did nothing to a little boy of yet another nursery rhyme
story. We all know that. In the end the real wolf 'really' devoured that
alarmist ding bat. We take pride in remembering all those fairy tales and
quote them without thinking twice. My good buddy, not a mathematician by a
long shot, he admits to the fact, a bleeding heart liberal, liberated from
his own Roman Catholic faith, Dilip D'Souza mused loudly in Rediff about
this amazing phenomenon of mass hysteria, chest beating, calling all
faithful to arm themselves and retaliate the action of god. I believe that
is his department, portfolio to keep things in proper condition and repair,
such as holding the sky sufficiently high so that scaredy cats don't lose
their mind and stomach contents in a jiffy.
I ransacked my good babe, Varsha Bhosle for her comic, sophomoric, yeah,
and moronic act, a yell to quell the rancid mindset of some bigot Southern
Baptists and their misplaced notion about making the world a safe place to
live by begging, borrowing and stealing some heathen souls, yeah, buying
them from the funds contributed by little old ladies from the south, your
Satan worshipping average Hindus.
I have yet to see Varsha Bhosle defending the temple prostitute ancestor
of hers and the rights, honor and respectability of all those poor Shudra
virgins who are bought and sold like Texas cattle in an open auction in the
holy guacamole Hindu India. I have yet to see the pagans of religious and
political leaders shed one single measly tear over the pitiful, animal like
existence of the tortured Tribal human beings who have suffered untold
misery, devastation and Hindu dehumanization for three thousand five hundred
years of Hindu, Brahmin demonic domination.
Last evening, being a day of Halloween, bunch of neighborhood kids came to
my door for their rights for some candy, all dressed up in fancy costumes,
some comic and some elaborate contraptions with masks of wild animals and
gadgetry such as glowing in the dark skeletons, blinking eyes, glued wings
and deafening sound devices attached to their walking shoes. They delight
me. Usually I hand them their ransom without hassling them further.
One group, slightly over the 'Trick 'N treating' crowd average age came
slightly out of breath as I was standing outside near my door, all the
lights of the house on, outside floodlights blaring and blinding the
tricksters. One young girl jumped out of her shoes, visibly shaken at my
eerie profile in the glare of floodlights. As her two other colleagues
assured her that I am not a ghost but a real person, the babes in the wood
settled down for some sweets and some sour ribbing from me.
The youngest of them all asked if I had some magical powers that made her
to lose her cool. To the best of my ingenuity, I answered affirmatively,
looked in her wildly excited blue eyes and evoking all the evil powers of
mine told her so. The other two girls giggled and left without further
ghoulish attacks, also they had a wide territory to cover.
Little later, the trio came back as if to confirm their disbelief that I
could be a living ghost. We chatted a little on the steps. I challenged the
girls to tell me a scary story. Two professed that they are not upto such
honors task but one gathered the courage, momentarily and decided to make a
go for an imaginary, sort of an instant scary story. She soon backed off
from that venture and I ended up telling them a "real" ghost story.
They were pretty fascinated as I am an accomplished raconteur. I asked
them about their reading habits and offered them some books, any books of
their choice. I gave one of my P.D. James mystery book of Sherlock Holmes
genre. I gave another one my Tom Clancy fat book and the third one got my
cherished Andrew Greeley horror filled novel. They insisted on my autograph
to which I was more thrilled than them.
I pondered afterwards as to the reason for any one's fears, real or
imaginary that keeps the writers like me concocting the horror stories. The
fear of the unknown is a built in safety device that god gave us all. To
some, god gave it generously such as my three angels in disguise as
tricksters. Where would be all those horror story tellers if there were no
native believers in occult powers, extraordinary processes with which they
make their diabolic presence felt and chill the bones of weary and unwary
alike?
The fears are also generated by the feces fascists ghosts, goblins,
warlocks and witches for which I hold them responsible as they ought to know
better. An adolescent mind may enjoy such fears invoked by concocted horror
stories as that industry is churning out volumes and Hollywood money making
Moguls following in their footsteps to cash in.
Is it morally right, beyond creating such myths for entertainment purpose
only for some nasty bunch such as VHP vandals and RSS rascals, ruffians and
rogues in saffron robes and their dunce hats to create mayhem in the name of
their thirty-three million gods? Methinks not.
Life goes on and my young friends would grow up and become cynics as they
grow out of their britches and laugh it off the incidence. No harm done to
their psyche, not even intended by my story telling artistic rendition. What
about all that hoopla created by some nasty defenders of faith and their
sleepy eyed couch potato like pom-pon girls like Varsha Bhosle being harming
themselves in the process?
What about the truth being denied by these hateful Hindus? How are they
going to account their silly trick and treating, constantly on never off,
off color, off the civility, off the credibility track? My sharp criticism
gets sharp retorts. None of them scare me a bit. I have grown out of my
fears and glassy eyed adolescent age. I can tell who is devil, even a devil
in disguise such as the Satan of Zandewalan, Delhi. He can neither trick me
nor treat me as if god did not give me a brain.
I purposely did not mention my three friends' names as they wanted to
taste my writing. I wish them a happy and contented youth and may ask their
forgiveness for making them part of this long tale. God bless us all.
Thanks to the Rediff dated November 1, 1999 and Dilip D'Souza.
http://rediff.com/news/1999/oct/30dilip.htm
Sid Harth..." My horror story was a real story but cast and characters were
altered for the occasion."
"jaarejaa jaaraj hi.ndujaa."
Monday, November 1, 1999 6.57 AM
Translated in my own style of English, the heading reads, 'Be gone ya son's
of a bitch, Hinduja.' Hinduja family is known for and associated with all
kinds of racketeering, illegal and immoral dacoit fashion armed, arm
twisting, neck/throat choking, underhand dealings, gun running, black market
dealing, hush-hush under the table giving and receiving of mucho moola,
crossing borders and boundaries of decency yet self proclaiming as the sole
Sindhi defenders of the faith.
As the saffron cabal so quick to step in their anti Congress crusade and
saddled, not saddened at all at the prospects of demolishing the Jawaharlal
Nehru nasty dynasty with Bofors scandal being pursued with vim and vigor
noted in the Brahma bull out to get every fucking cow under his sway the
Hinduja complicity, duplicity is emerging out.
Funny thing about these Brahmin bubbas of Zandewalan is that they see the
evil, talk the evil and have a direct hotline to devil's dormitory but the
devilish games that they like to play actually cannot see the devil within
them. If all kinds of real powerful political characters who made "Bofors,"
a bad word they all did not spring from Jawaharlal Nehru's pucca Brahmin
loins.
Some of the high profile bastards, such as these Hinduja brothers are in
as much deep in their own doo-doo as Rajiv Gandhi, Quattrocchi Italian
buffoon and bunch of other slightly lesser weight jokers. The Mafia moral
tone of voice is jacked up every time Bofors scandal is mention, often too
often as if it is some kind of Brahmin mantra. I felt extremely disturbed
with this initial Bofors scandal in which everybody and their brother-in-law
was either a party of the first part or the party of the second part, having
a hell of a party at the cost of poor village idiots of India.
Morality and propriety are nobody's private preserve. If Rajiv Gandhi and
his henchmen are found trapped in this holy mess, so are high holy moralists
and pillars of Hindu religion like Hinduja brothers and their worldwide evil
empire, not to forget their close connection through that criminal 'Lallu
the criminal kallu,' Lal Kishen Advani to the current prime minister of
India, namely Atal Behari Vajpayee.
Gone are the halcyon days of one saffron rascal called Chandra Swami of
Delhi who was jailed, dishonored and ditched for his underworld connections
with gangsters and gun runner if not rum runners of American prohibition
days. What is not gone is the style of governing in which racketeers having
granted bosom buddy status and forgiven for their black deeds. Chandra Swami
is replaced by Hinduja brothers rascals, a minor variation on the theme, the
song goes on, the act of sanctimonious, uppity attitude is not changed.
Thanks to the Outlook dated November 11, 1999.
http://www.outlookindia.com/19991108/affairsrl4.htm
Sid Harth..."For the first time in the history of Forbes Magazine the
editorial on Hinduja was the whole issue with the three musketeers
prominently plastered across the front page."
Anti Christian Hindus.
Monday, November 1, 1999 5:13 PM
Sick shameless Hindu and their shenanigans. Sickening.
http://www.oocities.org/Athens/Crete/2339/index.html
http://www.india-today.com/ntoday/newsarchives/99/11/1/n15.shtml
http://rediff.com/news/1999/nov/01christ.htm
http://rediff.com/news/1999/nov/01vhp.htm
http://www.expressindia.com/news/30514399.htm
http://www.expressindia.com/news/30512099.htm
http://www.expressindia.com/news/30512199.htm
Sid Harth..."How can Hindus who claim high moral values and superb spirituality stoop so low and show devilish designs towards native Christians?"
Bitter Icing on RSS Victory Cake.
Tuesday, November 2, 1999 6:21 AM
Glory Hallelujah! May Allah be Praised! Holy Hindu Cow!
What Now?
One critic of mine has responded in a typical fashion at my charge that Hindus have misbehaved with Christians in recent past. I quoted sumptuous evidence to support my charge that Brahmin, a.k.a. Zandewalan rascals, rogues and ruffians variety of Brahmins, the history rewriting kind, self deluded kind, minority bashing kind, venomous, vicious and vanquished VHP
vandals kind procreate more prevarication the lord almighty of
'prevarication,' an imaginary god could do himself when it comes to seeking the truth and sticking with it.
My as yet anonymous critic missed the point. The question I raised was what they call 'rhetorical question and no defense or detraction, retraction or any harmless action was redundant. It was truth presented in a form of a question. Such questions are meant for internal consumption, perhaps as internal use such as a suppository not a repository of truth. Alas! To each
his/her own.
In the first attempt to declare themselves invincible, the same rats' assholes declared that veritable "raamaraajya," is at the table as the first day of thirteen day reign started at the victory of goodness over the combined opposition. That hoopla died down much quicker than the hoopla at the next thirteen months of heinous Hindu, Brahmin reign. Along with that
comical hubris died the first Brahmin empire of RSS kind.
God gave these muddleheaded cooks, make it crooks of the Zandewalan devil's kitchen graduated master chefs another opportunity to see their pitiful boasting self and make amendments to their behavior towards a thing called genuine victory. The RSS thugs blew their top, their sad, soiled and
soggy, make it soggy and foggy bottoms the second time around by splitting their collective asses along with some atom bombs. The hoopla thingy raised its ugly head in a manner and fashion we are all so accustomed to by this time.
Hindu street dogs were howling. The most memorable howling was done by Jit, perhaps Jit Dutta, a known 'Hindu hoopla Mopla,' by his now famous yell, "Yes baby yes!!!!!!!!!" These yesbabyyesswallahs were dancing in the aisle throwing fits, fists and fisticuffs at their Muslim brothers across
the international and national borders with the victory mantra chanting galore.
The hoopla died down much sooner and a Potato price monster raised his ugly head and turned the tables upside down in four midterm elections. In these elections the saffron crowd saw the truth that their vacant eyed victory was blind, dumb and without any sign of life, sort of resting in the vegetative state of existence. They lost their shirt, hat, pants, make it dhotis, their trademark saffron langutas, saffron turbans in a turbulent
tussle between victors and vanquished.
The truth still is not accepted by Zandewalan malarkey key makers. Zandewalan devil could not hack and J. Jayalalitha gang struck them out within thirteen months. So far so good. There could be a radical self examination possibility for them. They blew their tops again over Sonia Gandhi ghost of the past Nehru dynasty by making her a cause celebre, practically overnight from a mere housewife to a person of some value. To razzle dazzle and bamboozle this Italian Roman Catholic princess of the
Nehru family business, Inc. the devil Rajju did his abracadabra magic and pulled a rabbit from his top hat in the form of Kargil fracas.
The thing died down much sooner than atom bomb thingy and had no positive or negative influence on the general elections that followed. Trying a crime is no crime and it cannot be punished. RSS hoodlums with a bag-o-tricks tried to create the illusion that they and they alone are the defenders of faith, Hindu faith and none other and none stands a snowball's chance in
purgatory against their pure nationalistic spirits and some more to spare.
The victory bells were chiming merrily and Zandewalan saffron sadhus were again dancing in the aisle with joy and merriment even though this time around there were more others who contributed substantially to the victory, all twenty-three of them. Actually the reverses of the original saffron brigade were glossed over as in marked setbacks in their cow belt state of
Uttar Pradesh, defeat to Sonia Gandhi in not one but two separate
constituencies and loss of Karnataka and Maharashtra to the Congress and Congress alliance respectively.
The boys still do not get it and start encroaching on the freedoms of the Christian citizens. The reelections, where either postponed or treated as null and void results are pouring at the rate of Orissa megacyclone at Delhi. Saffron victory bell has developed a major crack and not ringing true. Saffron simians are losing their body parts over Bihar reelections.
Could it be that Brahmins ought not to dance in the aisle every time clock strikes? The Hindu 'hasty pudding' in declaring themselves victors is looking more and more like their freshly laid holy Hindu morning, noon and night offering, a cow chip.
All these instances, Brahmin cup was runneth over but they could hardly make a connection between the cup and their ever so thirsty, lusty, make it power lusty lips, make it imperial power lusty, 'lip smacking' lips. The saffron rascals don't allow grass to grow under their feet when it comes to bringing their heinous Hindu agenda. Murli Manohar Joshi, barely elected
from his Allahabad constituency sent your seculars and commies in a fit over some major reorganization of University education board appointments.
The truth that their sole claim of victory is as vacant as their collective heads is galling and appalling not appealing for yours truly. The varnish artists, as usual would try to put brave smiles and do their dodging the bullet act over the latest reverses in Bihar and some other place by chanting more vigorous their now famous "M," for Muslim and "C," for Christian mantra. New shit would be released by Zandewalan devil's kitchen
chefs and 'Indian chiefs, thieves and vandaleshvars to combat the evil of Bihar debacle.
Thanks to the Rediff dated November 2, 1999.
http://rediff.com/news/1999/nov/02poll1.htm
http://rediff.com/news/1999/nov/02soroor.htm
Sid Harth..."The RSS shit is eternal, make it internal, external, venal, penal, as in 'penis,' kind of penal renal, not regal, maybe, that too. It simply pours like the famous monsoon in Bombay, 'when it rains it pours,' love that rain on feces fascist parade of victory."
Of Messiah or a Messenger boy Naipaul?
Tuesday, November 26, 1999 6:15 PM
Sir Vidiadhar Surajpasand Naipaul can write anything he wishes. He is a master of his craft. I love him just the same. When he fried some Hindu butts, V.S. Naipaul was a bad boy who did not know or didn't care to know his ancestor's holy Hindu land, a.k.a. Bharat. His books were selling like hot cakes in ritzy, glitzy shops in Bombay and in elite cocktail parties the only discussion was over how clever Naipaul was.
The rich in those good old days were wearing the 'secular' talisman of Jawaharlal Nehru dynasty and preferred to express their genuine distaste of the hoi polloi bazaar culture who still engaged in caste politics and vote bank bank robbers' rogues' gallery.
A writer is a creative person and has to express his or her talents thru his creations. Naipaul's accounts of Indian bureaucratic jungles and his acerbic commentaries on the so called "desi" debauch culture did not play in the bazaars that he described in such fine details.
For Roshan Shah like Gujju idiots who have inherent problems in deciphering genuine criticism with four letter word usage or harsh language muffled in a literary styles of such well known observers of Indian life it is a blasphemy to say anything bad about India.
Being bad is no problem with such dullards and dunce brigades. That mother expletive deleted moron runs some kind of Gujju commercial racket called "Gujjuweb." So far so good. These mother expletive deleted ding dongs have no moral strength in keeping their gobbledygook "gaonwallah" village idiot of Gujju business ventures from the public forums supposed to be for discussions only.
V.S. Naipaul does not write to get attention. He is world famous already, as against bunch of silly saffron simians such as Roshan Shah shameless pimp of his high holy mama. Naipaul's criticism of Muslims, present, past and future is a fair game. If it were not for his notoriety over his flogging the Hindus of India, his future books would not have attracted any attention.
His animosity towards Muslims is not the same as his anger and frustration over the Hindu rascals, rogues and ruffians. I too noted that sense of betrayal. He kids around the Hindu malarkey. Like a lioness, or a cat whose teeth do not actually leave would on the neck of their brood. When he picks up on Muslims his bite marks are noticeable. It so happens that Hindu malarkey is no different than Muslim malarkey. A slight displacement of icons in the historic milieu and one may get the same sense of revulsion for both Hindus and Muslims.
By the way, Hindus and Muslims of the Indian sub continent are of the same culture and same racial mix. If Hindus are capable of being bad against Muslims I see no reason to pounce upon Muslims if they take the hint and do what Hindus did to them. We have to remember that Muslim population, if not entire Muslim population of India, Pakistan, and Bangladesh is consisted of Former Shudras of Hindu religion.
These atrocities against Shudras were reduced under their new Muslim mantle. Hindus cannot forget that these former Hindus have gotten so uppity on account the molly coddling by the British and the Hindu sultans such as Jawaharlal Nehru dynasty figures and figurines.
The blanket hatred against these former Shudra Hindus is not over the change in religion, it is that Brahmins and Brahmin wannabes like Roshan Shah cannot fuck Shudra Muslim ass as before. It is RSS Brahmins' right to that privilege. There are Hindu Shudras whose ass is waiting to be creamed by the same gangsters but they feel a slight premonition, now that they are fighting for all the Hindus, that includes all those lowly Shudras who did not feel right to convert to Islam.
Naipaul converted to Anglicanism and resides not in his country of birth but in imperialist Britain. How come? That son of a Bitch, Naipaul, if he is so hoity toity and uppity about everything and everybody and their brother-in-law he forgives the imperialist British and makes himself their stooge, a stool pigeon? British atrocities against both Hindus and Muslims is a matter of historic record. How come this stud muffin does not find in his heart a place for blasting the British malarkey?
Thanks to the Indian Express dated November 26, 1999.
http://www.expressindia.com/ie/daily/19991127/iex27072.html
Sid Harth..."Language, style and the subject matter for any good writer is a privilege, Naipaul is violating that privilege in being pathetically parochial about it."
Thanks to the Slate and the New York Times who provided this commercial link.
http://www.slate.com/Advertorial/99-08-23/Advertorial.asp
