Read the last Question if you must, it's one of the most awe-inspiring stories I've read out there.
So there was a time when people thought it waz ok to poke around people's house, check if they have some spare sugar lying around, scoop it up in your pouch, make some tea for the guests, and after they leave, go to the market, get some sugar, and put it back into your neighbor's locked sugar trunk in the basement -- why are your neighbors so careful with their sugars anyway-- without anyone ever batting an eye over it. People would say things like 'Howdy mate, you tuk sum Sugah' no probleme ye olde matey, lets makey somme rumme!' and everyone would be the best of friends, unless they were enemies in which case they'd be robbed, raped, pillaged and murdered but lets not get ahead, and everyone would live happily ever after.
And then one day you would get a knock on the door from a short-ish guy with a long scar running from under his eyes to his neck, claiming he was the King's man, and the King demanded a certain annual tribute. And you'd happily invite him into your house, and serve him all sorts of delicacies and juices and rummes which would confuse him quite a bit because the taxxe manne be de moste loathede creature of alle timme. And then you'd prepare bed for him, convince him to enter the room, which would cause him to fall into the spiked pit, right along with last elevenne taxmen, the greengrocer, the door-to-door salesman that wanted you to buy the new dictionary because he's just a young student trying to make money for the University, and dear sire, would you please buy the cheape version which he is selling, because that would allow him to go to the University?
And then there would be searches, like every year. Don't they ever think of keeping track of what houses a collector's going to, specially after 11 of them have disappeared in the same general region, you'd start wondering. The 'detective' would come to your house, like every year, and you would say, like every year, that you are just a lonely old lady living on your own, no family or kids, your husband himself was a tax collector whom you dearly miss who himself disappeared some 12 years back, and you pray to the Gods that they find the tax collector at the earliest and that he'd doing all well and good, and if there's anything you could help them with, you would love to. Would they perhaps want to come in for somme dinner? Maybe juices and rumme? No? And then you wish them all the luck and they go their own way, and you are done for the day, so you go to bed.
Theories of Politics
The young girl who was shot in Pakistan by the Taliban because she wanted to attend school, and they didn't want the wimminfolk to be learnin', was a CIA agent. She had been planted in Pakistan so the US could interfere in Pakistan's internal affair. Like the curious case of exploding mangoes that killed the great light of Pakistan General Zia, this was also obviously all done to undermine the sovereignty of the Pakistani populace. Men & Women.
The royal massacre was obviously done by Dipendra. Because he couldn't have been the real culprit o the massacre. The Afghan government had just exported lifelike masks of Dipendra, and there were at least seven men of Dipendra's built and face (obviously wearing the lifelike masks) who were roaming around to just make it look like he did it.
The CIA, in collusion with the Maoists and the Indian intelligence agency RAW had obviously caused the massacre. They had provoked Gyanendra, and convinced him that Birendra was about to give all the powers granted to him by the constitution, who had then rented out specially-trained assassins to kill his entire family line. The CIA didn't like Birendra because he was a communist, and RAW didn't like Birendra because he was anti-Indian. Gyanendra, the successor of Birendra, was a great lover of India and non-communism until then.
Osama is obviously not dead. Osama was never in Pakistan either. How could the world-renowned wanted fugitive lived right next to a military compound? It was an elaborate hoax and conspiracy by the US Government, the CIA, and the Pakistani government who wants to hand the control of the state to the US to increase American presence in Pakistan. Just look at the drone attacks in Pakistan, and you will find out. India was at the heart of this, and coordinated everything. And Afghanistan and Russia.
The royal massacre was obviously done by Dipendra. Because he couldn't have been the real culprit o the massacre. The Afghan government had just exported lifelike masks of Dipendra, and there were at least seven men of Dipendra's built and face (obviously wearing the lifelike masks) who were roaming around to just make it look like he did it.
The CIA, in collusion with the Maoists and the Indian intelligence agency RAW had obviously caused the massacre. They had provoked Gyanendra, and convinced him that Birendra was about to give all the powers granted to him by the constitution, who had then rented out specially-trained assassins to kill his entire family line. The CIA didn't like Birendra because he was a communist, and RAW didn't like Birendra because he was anti-Indian. Gyanendra, the successor of Birendra, was a great lover of India and non-communism until then.
Osama is obviously not dead. Osama was never in Pakistan either. How could the world-renowned wanted fugitive lived right next to a military compound? It was an elaborate hoax and conspiracy by the US Government, the CIA, and the Pakistani government who wants to hand the control of the state to the US to increase American presence in Pakistan. Just look at the drone attacks in Pakistan, and you will find out. India was at the heart of this, and coordinated everything. And Afghanistan and Russia.
M'aidez, M'aidez, we're going down
The last words of many, many airplane crews. Go down that hole only if you're open to getting seriously fucked up!
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