Flies

            News about the movement " Occupy Dataran" had been the headlines for days, and I do not know which source to believe. Those people camping at the centre of Kuala Lumpur are fellow students as I am, and they said that they represent us as a whole, in a battle for free education. I felt an obligation to know more about these people, what are the demands they are advocating ; well, curiosity does not necessarily kill the cat .

           I was confident since the three cats which I knew well of their high curiosity still live to this day. I went to Dataran Merdeka to witness those people myself. The day was shiny and hot, as always.  I would have always preferred the air-conditioned rooms of the Kuala Lumpur Library nearby-sorry. There were about 20 young men and women sitting on  canvasses with umbrellas and microphones. Damn, I thought they were like having a picnic or something. No need to study or work ah?

          No tents, and that was pretty weird. A DBKL lorry stood just beside the campers, their law enforcers peeking from the windows regularly. They were keeping watch of the campers as if those students would bomb the nearby buildings. So hilarious. The officers took the campers' tents and utensils that morning, the police even brought two activists to the police station. Don't they have better things to do? The pedestrian walk all around the city are
congested with rubbish, all they do is to disturb procrastinators that did nothing but sit? Seriously?

       

     Hobos, beggars, poor people, drug addicts are strewn all over city like kings that roam the earth, and do they deserve the least of DBKL's attention?

         The Occupy Dataran activists were not many. So little that I wonder how could they make it to the headlines. It was nothing like Tahrir Square's demonstration, or the  Libya Revolution. Not even 0.00001 percent of it.

          So what makes them so persistent and strong all the time? They were attacked by thugs, DBKL enforcement officers, even by the police. I'm sure they don't make so big of an impact, but if there's something that can be considered most disturbing and annoying, they are.

          Hey, I do not write this as a sign of support, neither do I reject their cause. I'm a born inquisitor, and a pessimist, I think negatively of this movement before anything else.

      These activists claim that they are not associated with any political movement and interests, and they are just a free group that advocates freedom and justice in the ruling system. Sounds good enough. Being non-partisan, they can only fight if there are issues. If there seems to be an injustice that happens in the system, they rise against it. They are like Superman, only that they are not super, and they can only camp at the Dataran. And these people are very young.

           There's nothing wrong with a movement, the only thing I want to question is their future. One political movement that I know holds their highest regard upon the training of their  forces. The most important thing in the party is the attitude and morality of the members and supporters, their relations with God and other people. They have a clear mission; to serve their lives as good men and women, and enact the words of Allah.

          But this "Occupy Dataran" thingy works only when there's an issue; I do not see a consistency in their fights. I mean that they do not have a long term objective, and that made them look just as raging children crying over toys they want their moms to buy. They will continue their tantrum until the demand is fulfilled. True that? I don't know.

         It is good enough that they stand tall and voiced out when others chose silence. It is true that their numbers are small, they are like flies. Flyfighters are better than those who just sit around and do nothing. When flies come and disturb us, will we ever accept the demands of the flies? No, we either spray them to their death or smack them with brooms. We will do anything to keep flies out of the house. The government won't admit defeat to flies. But the fact is , those flies are persistent fighters that will continue annoying the government until eternity comes.  

Sentencing statement of Tarek Mehanna

Courtesy of Glenn Greenwald

TAREK'S SENTENCING STATEMENT
APRIL 12, 2012

Read to Judge O'Toole during his sentencing, April 12th 2012. 

In the name of God the most gracious the most merciful
Exactly four years ago this month I was finishing my work shift at a
local hospital. As I was walking to my car I was approached by two
federal agents. They said that I had a choice to make: I could do
things the easy way, or I could do them the hard way. The "easy " way,
as they explained, was that I would become an informant for the
government, and if I did so I would never see the inside of a
courtroom or a prison cell. As for the hard way, this is it. Here I
am, having spent the majority of the four years since then in a
solitary cell the size of a small closet, in which I am locked down
for 23 hours each day. The FBI and these prosecutors worked very
hard-and the government spent millions of tax dollars - to put me in
that cell, keep me there, put me on trial, and finally to have me
stand here before you today to be sentenced to even more time in a
cell.

In the weeks leading up to this moment, many people have offered
suggestions as to what I should say to you. Some said I should plead
for mercy in hopes of a light sentence, while others suggested I would
be hit hard either way. But what I want to do is just talk about
myself for a few minutes.

When I refused to become an informant, the government responded by
charging me with the "crime" of supporting the mujahideen fighting the
occupation of Muslim countries around the world. Or as they like to
call them, "terrorists." I wasn't born in a Muslim country, though. I
was born and raised right here in America and this angers many people:
how is it that I can be an American and believe the things I believe,
take the positions I take? Everything a man is exposed to in his
environment becomes an ingredient that shapes his outlook, and I'm no
different.  So, in more ways than one, it's because of America that I
am who I am.

When I was six, I began putting together a massive collection of comic
books. Batman implanted a concept in my mind, introduced me to a
paradigm as to how the world is set up: that there are oppressors,
there are the oppressed, and there are those who step up to defend the
oppressed. This resonated with me so much that throughout the rest of
my childhood, I gravitated towards any book that reflected that
paradigm - Uncle Tom's Cabin, The Autobiography of Malcolm X, and I
even saw an ethical dimension to The Catcher in the Rye.
By the time I began high school and took a real history class, I was
learning just how real that paradigm is in the world. I learned about
the Native Americans and what befell them at the hands of European
settlers. I learned about how the descendents of those European
settlers were in turn oppressed under the tyranny of King George III.

I read about Paul Revere, Tom Paine, and how Americans began an armed
insurgency against British forces - an insurgency we now celebrate as
the American revolutionary war. As a kid I even went on school field
trips just blocks away from where we sit now. I learned about Harriet
Tubman, Nat Turner, John Brown, and the fight against slavery in this
country. I learned about Emma Goldman, Eugene Debs, and the struggles
of the labor unions, working class, and poor. I learned about Anne
Frank, the Nazis, and how they persecuted minorities and imprisoned
dissidents. I learned about Rosa Parks, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King,
and the civil rights struggle. I learned about Ho Chi Minh, and how
the Vietnamese fought for decades to liberate themselves from one
invader after another. I learned about Nelson Mandela and the fight
against apartheid in South Africa. Everything I learned in those years
confirmed what I was beginning to learn when I was six: that
throughout history, there has been a constant struggle between the
oppressed and their oppressors. With each struggle I learned about, I
found myself consistently siding with the oppressed, and consistently
respecting those who stepped up to defend them -regardless of
nationality, regardless of religion. And I never threw my class notes
away. As I stand here speaking, they are in a neat pile in my bedroom
closet at home.

From all the historical figures I learned about, one stood out above
the rest. I was impressed by many things about Malcolm X, but above
all, I was fascinated by the idea of transformation, his
transformation. I don't know if you've seen the movie "X" by Spike
Lee, it's over three and a half hours long, and the Malcolm at the
beginning is different from the Malcolm at the end. He starts off as
an illiterate criminal, but ends up a husband, a father, a protective
and eloquent leader for his people, a disciplined Muslim performing
the Hajj in Makkah, and finally, a martyr. Malcolm's life taught me
that Islam is not something inherited; it's not a culture or
ethnicity. It's a way of life, a state of mind anyone can choose no
matter where they come from or how they were raised. This led me to
look deeper into Islam, and I was hooked. I was just a teenager, but
Islam answered the question that the greatest scientific minds were
clueless about, the question that drives the rich & famous to
depression and suicide from being unable to answer: what is the
purpose of life? Why do we exist in this Universe? But it also
answered the question of how we're supposed to exist. And since
there's no hierarchy or priesthood, I could directly and immediately
begin digging into the texts of the Qur'an and the teachings of
Prophet Muhammad, to begin the journey of understanding what this was
all about, the implications of Islam for me as a human being, as an
individual, for the people around me, for the world; and the more I
learned, the more I valued Islam like a piece of gold. This was when I
was a teen, but even today, despite the pressures of the last few
years, I stand here before you, and everyone else in this courtroom,
as a very proud Muslim.

With that, my attention turned to what was happening to other Muslims
in different parts of the world. And everywhere I looked, I saw the
powers that be trying to destroy what I loved. I learned what the
Soviets had done to the Muslims of Afghanistan. I learned what the
Serbs had done to the Muslims of Bosnia. I learned what the Russians
were doing to the Muslims of Chechnya. I learned what Israel had done
in Lebanon - and what it continues to do in Palestine - with the full
backing of the United States. And I learned what America itself was
doing to Muslims. I learned about the Gulf War, and the depleted
uranium bombs that killed thousands and caused cancer rates to
skyrocket across Iraq. I learned about the American-led sanctions that
prevented food, medicine, and medical equipment from entering Iraq,
and how - according to the United Nations - over half a million
children perished as a result. I remember a clip from a '60 Minutes'
interview of Madeline Albright where she expressed her view that these
dead children were "worth it." I watched on September 11th as a group
of people felt driven to hijack airplanes and fly them into buildings
from their outrage at the deaths of these children. I watched as
America then attacked and invaded Iraq directly. I saw the effects of
'Shock & Awe' in the opening day of the invasion - the children in
hospital wards with shrapnel from American missiles sticking out of
their foreheads (of course, none of this was shown on CNN).  

I learned
about the town of Haditha, where 24 Muslims - including a 76-year old
man in a wheelchair, women, and even toddlers - were shot up and blown
up in their bedclothes as the slept by US Marines. I learned about
Abeer al-Janabi, a fourteen-year old Iraqi girl gang-raped by five
American soldiers, who then shot her and her family in the head, then
set fire to their corpses. I just want to point out, as you can see,
Muslim women don't even show their hair to unrelated men. So try to
imagine this young girl from a conservative village with her dress
torn off, being sexually assaulted by not one, not two, not three, not
four, but five soldiers. Even today, as I sit in my jail cell, I read
about the drone strikes which continue to kill Muslims daily in places
like Pakistan, Somalia, and Yemen. Just last month, we all heard about
the seventeen Afghan Muslims - mostly mothers and their kids - shot to
death by an American soldier, who also set fire to their corpses.
These are just the stories that make it to the headlines, but one of
the first concepts I learned in Islam is that of loyalty, of
brotherhood - that each Muslim woman is my sister, each man is my
brother, and together, we are one large body who must protect each
other. In other words, I couldn't see these things beings done to my
brothers & sisters - including by America - and remain neutral. My
sympathy for the oppressed continued, but was now more personal, as
was my respect for those defending them.

I mentioned Paul Revere - when he went on his midnight ride, it was
for the purpose of warning the people that the British were marching
to Lexington to arrest Sam Adams and John Hancock, then on to Concord
to confiscate the weapons stored there by the Minuteman. By the time
they got to Concord, they found the Minuteman waiting for them,
weapons in hand. They fired at the British, fought them, and beat
them. From that battle came the American Revolution. There's an Arabic
word to describe what those Minutemen did that day. That word is:
JIHAD, and this is what my trial was about. All those videos and
translations and childish bickering over 'Oh, he translated this
paragraph' and 'Oh, he edited that sentence,' and all those exhibits
revolved around a single issue: Muslims who were defending themselves
against American soldiers doing to them exactly what the British did
to America. It was made crystal clear at trial that I never, ever
plotted to "kill Americans" at shopping malls or whatever the story
was. The government's own witnesses contradicted this claim, and we
put expert after expert up on that stand, who spent hours dissecting
my every written word, who explained my beliefs. Further, when I was
free, the government sent an undercover agent to prod me into one of
their little "terror plots," but I refused to participate.
Mysteriously, however, the jury never heard this.

So, this trial was not about my position on Muslims killing American
civilians. It was about my position on Americans killing Muslim
civilians, which is that Muslims should defend their lands from
foreign invaders - Soviets, Americans, or Martians. This is what I
believe. It's what I've always believed, and what I will always
believe. This is not terrorism, and it's not extremism. It's what the
arrows on that seal above your head represent: defense of the
homeland. So, I disagree with my lawyers when they say that you don't
have to agree with my beliefs - no. Anyone with commonsense and
humanity has no choice but to agree with me. If someone breaks into
your home to rob you and harm your family, logic dictates that you do
whatever it takes to expel that invader from your home. But when that
home is a Muslim land, and that invader is the US military, for some
reason the standards suddenly change. Common sense is renamed
"terrorism" and the people defending themselves against those who come
to kill them from across the ocean become "the terrorists" who are
"killing Americans." The mentality that America was victimized with
when British soldiers walked these streets 2 ½ centuries ago is the
same mentality Muslims are victimized by as American soldiers walk
their streets today. It's the mentality of colonialism.

When Sgt.
Bales shot those Afghans to death last month, all of the focus in the
media was on him-his life, his stress, his PTSD, the mortgage on his
home-as if he was the victim. Very little sympathy was expressed for
the people he actually killed, as if they're not real, they're not
humans. Unfortunately, this mentality trickles down to everyone in
society, whether or not they realize it. Even with my lawyers, it took
nearly two years of discussing, explaining, and clarifying before they
were finally able to think outside the box and at least ostensibly
accept the logic in what I was saying. Two years! If it took that long
for people so intelligent, whose job it is to defend me, to de-program
themselves, then to throw me in front of a randomly selected jury
under the premise that they're my "impartial peers," I mean, come on.
I wasn't tried before a jury of my peers because with the mentality
gripping America today, I have no peers. Counting on this fact, the
government prosecuted me - not because they needed to, but simply
because they could.

I learned one more thing in history class: America has historically
supported the most unjust policies against its minorities - practices
that were even protected by the law - only to look back later and ask:
'what were we thinking?' Slavery, Jim Crow, the internment of the
Japanese during World War II - each was widely accepted by American
society, each was defended by the Supreme Court. But as time passed
and America changed, both people and courts looked back and asked
'What were we thinking?' Nelson Mandela was considered a terrorist by
the South African government, and given a life sentence. But time
passed, the world changed, they realized how oppressive their policies
were, that it was not he who was the terrorist, and they released him
from prison. He even became president. So, everything is subjective -
even this whole business of "terrorism" and who is a "terrorist." It
all depends on the time and place and who the superpower happens to be
at the moment.

In your eyes, I'm a terrorist, and it's perfectly reasonable that I be
standing here in an orange jumpsuit. But one day, America will change
and people will recognize this day for what it is. They will look at
how hundreds of thousands of Muslims were killed and maimed by the US
military in foreign countries, yet somehow I'm the one going to prison
for "conspiring to kill and maim" in those countries - because I
support the Mujahidin defending those people. They will look back on
how the government spent millions of dollars to imprison me as a
"terrorist," yet if we were to somehow bring Abeer al-Janabi back to
life in the moment she was being gang-raped by your soldiers, to put
her on that witness stand and ask her who the "terrorists" are, she
sure wouldn't be pointing at me.

The government says that I was obsessed with violence, obsessed with
"killing Americans." But, as a Muslim living in these times, I can
think of a lie no more ironic.

-Tarek Mehanna
4/12/12

Not For Sale~

What is better than something free? Freaks, we are, for not wanting something that is clearly better.

         Free education is a worldwide issue, it is thoroughly discussed and debated now and then. Governments around the world hold different stands on the issue. Some said that education is a fundamental right of the civilians that the government should provide, while others only view education as a platform to improvise human capital, to increase the quality and labour and production. In other words, they view education just a tool to make more profit out of better labour. There is no sense of praising the knowledge itself, knowledge is nothing but a producer of labour.

          Countries that value education as a basic human right advocates free education. Students are sponsored throughout the years as they struggle for degrees and certificates. They put value upon the certificates the students acquire, although it doesn't signify anything of import. What is the value of a piece of paper?

            We never asked for something free. Nothing is ridiculously free. It was obvious, if something happens to be free, there is another entity that must pay the cost. Free gifts are not free, shops have to bear the costs. Scholarships are not free, the sponsors have to pay for it. The students later have to pay it back with a ten year contract or some other stuff.

           Those people that said that we should be grateful , thankful to the government for giving us study loans all this while, they must be out of their minds. They managed to create an impression as if that the government used the ministers' own money and cash to help their daughters study in college. The government is the torch bearer of social education, the men in the frontiers that stand up for the development of human resources.

         Come on.

           Not a single cent of the money in the banks belongs to the government. Not even half a cent. The oil that the blessed country possess in abundance, not a single drop of it belongs to the  ministers . They hold no right upon any of the country's wealth, but we do. We do.

            The government is not our masters. They are not our bosses. We are the boss, remember. We are the boss.

         Let's just imagine that we own a piece of land worth for raising crops. We own the land, get it? We hire  people to work on it, to produce crops and get some money from them. Those farmers are the government-they are  slaves.  Slaves on our own land. The freaking Prime Minister is the chief of the slaves. If a farmer decided to be corrupt and kidnap some cows, then what do we do? We either sack him off or send him to jail. That is the nature of slaves.

                 If the slaves found oil in our lands, it is ours. If they found gold, it is still freakin ours. If we ask our slaves to use our own money to sponsor the education of our children, it is our freaking right.

        Oh, there's another thing; if the slaves show  disobedience, and corruption among themselves, we can always find other workers, much more diligent and trustworthy. Slaves are not meant to be richer than the owners.

          

         There's nothing free. The students that ask for a free education will later provide for the people themselves. They will be taxpayers themselves. So why bother? 

Que Sera Sera

This is insane. What has become of me?

                   I  do not know. There is no guilt no more. I don't feel a thing. Where is the sense that had always been guiding me? Where is the force inside me that regulated my actions? I feel at loss, and nothing can compensate this stupidity.

             I  used to feel guilty whenever I sinned. Then, I will stop doing it. I just can't bear watching myself being a sinner. I just don't fit.  I always cried upon myself, my lack of self control. What has become of me? I would undergo a path of repentance, redemption for my broken soul, I would always try to mend it back. The heart is like a whiteboard, the sins are the permanent markers. Once a sin is written, it's a hell of a torture to erase it. The sin is so simple, so easy to be done, just as easy as I write on the board with the marker. So smooth, it doesn't feel like a sin.

             It's permanent. The damage is done. There's nothing you can do to erase it. Why? You are not the holder of the board. You don't  own the wiping cloth. You chose to do it, and now you are damned to hell. Sorry.

            Such is a masochist's  point of view. They do not fear doing harm to themselves, oh, they even have pleasure doing so.

          My friend asked me once, why can't he do a sin he likes, when he owns his own body and mind, and his freedom of choice? He is his own self and other people should never even try to think to interfere or disagree with his acts.  He is the simple representation of the liberal-non-partisan-freethinker-secular-hipster- guy. Not affiliated with anyone, fighters of freedom without limits, not restricted to any rules, born to die type of men. Law regulators are nosy people without better stuff to do, they said. Religious men are hypocrites who did nothing but screw people with ridiculous restrictions and  they are peeping toms at all hotels in town.

  What choice of answers do I have?

                  A: Your heart is like the sole of a foot. You know, the foot. You can tickle the sole of a foot so the said person will giggle in a childish manner. You can poke the sole of a foot. The sole of the foot of a ridiculously rich guy is super soft and demure, like a princess. The foot is covered 24/7 with the softest, most comfortable material so it doesn't change. If one day, the ridiculously rich guy tries to walk barefoot, upon the gravel and the thorns, he will feel immense pain, the sole of the foot will probably bleed. Consider the sole of an aborigine who spent  his whole life walking barefooted, he doesn't feel a thing when stepping upon a durian.  So hardcore. That is your heart, when not used to sins, you will feel very uncomfortable, guilty . But, when you get used to it, you feel nothing. Your soul is lost. Sorry mate. May Allah bless your soul.

              B: You don't care what other people think about you. You don't even care about yourself. So why ask?

             C: We're here for an objective , mate; we're here to die. To die , mate, yeah. It is just a matter of time. I don't know mine, nor do you. We are going to leave this place, you like it or not. You will get old. You will die. You will always die, so listen mate; we all have a share in our actions. Like stakes in your father's company. A liability. A debt to pay,  get it? You , have a share in my actions, since you are my friend. I am a liability to you. Whatever stuff I did that you know, you have the responsibility to care. If it is wrong, you have to ask me to stop it. That's it, just that. Enough. So little, yet that's the liability. Because we are here to die, although it's different if you are immortal.

            D: My heart is broken too, I do not have the authority to answer your question.

            E: I don't know.

            F: Yes, yes  you can, and good luck.

             I do not own the answer that you want. The answer; you know it by yourself; well, trust your animal instincts. A sin is something that you don't feel comfortable doing; stuff  that you do  not want others to see. Your dark secrets, heh. When you stop feeling guilty, that is the lowest ebb of humanity you can reach. To exaggerate, it's like frying cats for lunch. It is like Zionists killing civilians; they don't feel guilty. The feeling of guilt is your last treasure of humanity; once you lost it, well, I do not know what to say.

                 What we can do is to redeem ourselves. There is a price we have to pay. Considering that you did it , you repented, and you started all over again; like a repetitive hundred times, the price is sky high. That is hard, but mate, never despair. Hope is always there for those in need.

             

What has become of you? I do not know.

"O my sons! go then and search Yusuf and his brother, and do not despair of Allah's mercy. Surely no one despairs of Allah's mercy except the unbelieving people."

(Yusuf; 87)

Weird People

Ignorance is bliss.

Blissful , indeed.

        It is wonderful to ignore your studies and throw your homework away. You feel as if all the burden put upon your shoulder removed. Everybody else struggled with all their might, and here you are , chilling with all you can, doing everything , so that you don't have to do anything. What? We don't care. Then the law of nature runs, and you fail the test. Still, that's nothing. You don't care about that. Ignorance is indeed bliss.

           You don't care. So do I.

          Ignorance is the basis of being happy.

          Why not? If you lost a leg in an accident, and you don't care about it, your life is very wonderful. It is the other way round though, if you hit someone, and he lost his leg, and you don't care about that. You are one very sick man, with a dark, dark heart. So what? You still don't care.

        I don't care that you don't care. And you don't care that I don't care that you don't care about anything. Ignoranception. Sorry, this is a big philosophy.

            That's what George Clooney said in Up In The Air," imagine waking up one day, feeling all the burden put on your shoulders removed. Pretty exhilarating, isn't it?"

         I don't care that he said that; that's none of my business.

       Ignorance is a great form of escapism.

        That is the principles of fallen dictators, people. Hosni Mubarak just did not care that his people ate nothing for lunch. Marie Antoinette, when told by the French advisors that there were no more bread for her people, replied," Give them cake!" Cake! Not the real queen, though, that's her adaptation in the film. She ended being decapitated in the Revolution. What? She didn't even care being sentenced to death either.  

          When civilians ignored a child being mowed by a vehicle in the streets of China, they sparked a worldwide outrage. She was hit twice, and no one came to help.They saw the child crying in pain, they just walked away as if nothing happened. Well, they don't care. That's the nature of people. What's weird is the worldwide reaction, the horror, the anger and the mockery.

        People usually don't care, they are ignorant. But then, why so serious with this case? The poor child was just one kid ,just one soul, not of import. She was not the adopted daughter of Brad-Angelina. She was not the sister of Katniss Everdeen. I don't know her. The rest of the world doesn't know her. And we cared. Why?

Perhaps you don't care about this, but I don't care that you don't.

        The death of a child angered the whole world. What about a whole nation crying for help? What about thousands of people, women and children in cold, without food, without electricity? There's this one country, the people knew for certain that they will die either being shot or bombed to pieces. Where's the attention for these people? Nah, we just don't care.

                   When they pledged for our help, food and shelter, we spent time deciding who's on the right. Here's the situation; there is a group of immigrants armed with full ammunition, and a group of innocent local people. The immigrants came to the settlement, bombed the people alive, and took place of their homes. They killed the men, raped the women, destroyed the hospitals and cut water supplies. Fair enough, who is right and who is wrong? This is child's play, oh come on. You just don't care.

               Can't you see? What's wrong with you? No, not you, you are very caring, selfless, kindhearted angel. Sorry.

               The world ignored these people for decades. Decades! What did they do to deserve losing their husbands and their brothers? People have the excuse that they had been blinded by the media, but the truth is, they don't care even to listen to the pledges of people around the world.

         How many rallies were made, just so that you give some attention? How many videos are there on Youtube showing real people shot to death ruthlessly, yet Adele got hundreds of millions views. Poor Adele.

            Ignorance is bliss, but if you are still being ignorant, let's just say we never knew each other.

Peace.

The Losers Club

                   Welcome to the Losers Club. I'm just proud to acknowledge you about the existence of such ridiculous club, but it does exist. Not literally, though. The club is widespread around the world , with members reaching millions. I would like to warn you however, this club is extraordinarily cool, a supreme loser's lair. Just don't be too surprised.

 We have membership from all edges of the earth. More than Facebook's registered users, I guarantee you. What, you don't believe me? This Losers Club is now the mainstream, the trend among people of all ages. The members, of course, are losers. We got plenty.

                           We accept membership from people who does not know the purpose of their life, or those who know but just never even care, or those who lost hope upon themselves. People who just lost their reason for doing things. Or worse, they don't understand the reason.

                 "Understanding the reason for doing things is vital. It keeps you going." Cool quote, but not from me, my sister said that-it's super inspirational.

                  A simple example is me myself, taking Physics in my preparation course, while my targeted degree is Economics. It just seems wrong, blasphemous for Economics, brain deviating .Physics=Economics? It just doesn't make sense. I don't have a reason for that. I got no benefit doing it, I just followed the system. To hell with the system. When I lost my reason, I don't have a cause to learn it. Useless it is, useless it was. This, officially registers someone with the Losers Club. Lost reasoning, then starts producing tonnes of excuses for not doing it. Simple as that, and so, welcome to the club.

                      People who doesn't have a reason , they do not simply do stuff. They become doppelgangers of locus eaters-sorry, too complicated. They lost motivation to do everything, in other words, they become full-fledged losers. They do not study, they sleep most of the time, and they spend time imagining utopia. Members of the club which we are proud of. They get bonus credits and coupons to cinemas for that , you know?

                         The objective of the club is to be losers, and then eventually lose everything. The president of the club is one scumbag who does nothing but beg for money on the streets although he got perfect limbs and a healthy brain. The vice president is one drug dealer who shot his grandfather for fun. We are internationally organised as perfect losers, aiming for the main objective. We are protected from prejudiced comments, because they are considered racist, and well, prejudiced. Hey, losers are humans too! There's an act that defends losers from assault or racist reviews from others. Loser's rights , I might say.


                           Basic members are those who just follow the system, without reasoning, but did nothing to change it. They are part of the insignificant 7 billion people, a grain of sand in the vast universe. Insignificant . Small. Ignorant. Why did you do that? For what? I don't know, my parents told me to. I don't know, my friends did the same thing. I don't know , everyone does this.

                   

                      General members are those who acknowledge their loss of reason, and starts making harmonious changes. These people can be identified by their supreme laziness, inability to act human, or their superb ignorance. They failed in all exams, why care? People are dying in thousands? Meh, people die every day. The world is in war? I'll just go watch Twilight.


                         You need to know that one of the basic terms of membership is the social awkwardness that one possess. If he's socially popular, then he's not a loser, but probably a douche bag or something . They lost their reason to live, so why bother meeting with people? Simple as that. It is vital that a member possess the inability to mix with others, and not because they are just timid, but they just do not care. Our members are the best producers of excuses , and probably professional liars.

             I'm not writing this for fun. This is painful to write. This is just too much. What? Losers Club? Seriously?

                  We need to have a reason for doing things. Like the government, they have explicit and superb reasons to work. They need to work hard to get direct tenders and run away with all the money. If you don't work hard, how can you buy condominiums and cars worth hundreds of millions? This is the motivation. But no, this is just wrong.

                  Humans are all losers, unless they have a reason to live. If we don't have a reason to live, why don't we just die, or start breeding with animals to kickstart a new generation? Did we just pop out of the earth, grew up, get fat, get married, worked a bit, then die? What a worthless way of living. This is why our membership is infinite.

 Wait, do I have a reason to write this?

Peace.

Kangarooism~

                     I am no lawyer, nor am I a judge , but I'm a good fan of  law cases. Wait, there's a catch. Not the real life law cases , nope, never. I loved law stories in fictions, movies, novels, etcetera, etcetera. Nothing about the real life. Whoa, why? Simple, it is. The representation of justice in such books and movies is supremely perfect. They portrayed justice as an ultimate quest, terribly true to its meaning, and incredibly fair.

               Reading books about the law and investigations can give you chills , damn exhilarating, it is. You will embark on an adventurous investigation just like Sherlock Holmes, thriller like the Hunger Games-minus the killings. John Grisham is one great writer, I might say.

            However stereotype the story is, justice will always prevail. The cunning lawyer will seek every way to ensure the conviction of the criminal. The plaintiff will be harmed, threatened-maybe even killed, but the story goes on. The criminal might plot to just bomb  the court and escape miraculously alive, but justice will always be upheld. How wonderful. Predictable the plot is, but it is always a happiness when the protagonists succeed. The force is strong with the just people, I can feel it.

          However great those stories are, they are plainly utopia. Unreal world. Lies. Things doesn't happen that way in real life. The culprits always get away. The judges are probably corrupt. The lawyers are inept of such skill of investigation and speech. The force is strong with the criminals, the dark side, the tyrant and the corrupt .

            " And do not consume one another's wealth unjustly or send it [in bribery] to the rulers in order that [they might aid] you [to] consume a portion of the wealth of the people in sin, while you know [it is unlawful]."  

(Surah Al-Baqarah, 188)  

             The corrupt Emperor of the  Empire had the power to persuade the men of justice to join him in the Dark Side. Sorry, this terrible Star Wars representation is a supreme analogy. The Dark Lord controls the courts of justice , making innocent men guilty, and the criminals walk away freely. They are blinded with power and wealth, they forgot that the world is not forever. The Dark Side will always fall.

            

                Welcome aboard  our galactic kangaroo courts. This , an adventure you will prevail, and you must persevere. I will now begin to elaborate the tidings and the fashion of the court , and this, you must know, or else you will suffer and lose.

              I am a commoner, I know nothing of the law, but a commoner I am, a common sense I have. This kangaroo court is a funny show to the public, spread through newspapers and the media, but it seems that people failed to comprehend the jokes this kangaroo court is trying to tell. Why is it called a kangaroo court? This is not an insult to Australians, seriously. Kangaroos  do not judge people. They hop around, breed, rear children and eat. Kangaroos, when approached by lawyers, they hop away. When criminals come to them, they still hop away. Even when approached by discriminated people, the ghosts of murdered Mongolians, the kangaroos will just hop away. Hop kangaroo hop!

           However, we might be forgetting one fact. Kangaroos have pouches for their children. Kangaroos are great mothers, and I do not want to insult them. Sorry kangaroos. This kangaroo court is different. These servants of the dark side use their pouches to protect the rich criminals,  the corrupt ministers of the Emperor, and cover their wrongdoings. The justice had been infiltrated by the dark side.

          Of course , there are judges and lawyers that stayed on their course, they remained true to their nature as servants of justice. These men will always be threatened by the force of the Emperor. The just men will be sacked, their names smeared, their pride taken away, just because they chose to be just. Let them serve their true tasks, and let us elaborate further about this Kangaroo court.

                The kangaroo court once faced the murder of a woman from the Mongulon planet, bombed to death upon planet earth. She was said to had came to this planet for an unfinished business, but some earthlings cannot bear her presence, and wished her goodbye.

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"Shah Alam High Court judge Mohd Zaki Md Yasin's long awaited judgement of his verdict in the murder trial of Mongolian Altantuya Shaariibuu, in which he dismissed the importance of motive in judging a murder case, has been described as a 'first' in Malaysian legal history.

PAS deputy president Mohamad Sabu in his reaction to the judgement said a murder would always have motive.

"The motive of the murder must be established. It is what draws and incites a person to commit murder. People don't just kill for no reason," said Mat Sabu.

In 2006, Altantuya, who had an affair with Abdul Razak Baginda, a former aide to then deputy prime minister Najib Razak, was found brutally murdered in November 2006.

The trial concluded in 2009 with the conviction of Azilah Hadri and Sirul Azhar Umar, two security personnel whose faces had been carefully concealed by the police throughout the lengthy trial, up to the day they were handed out the death sentence. 

In his judgement however, the judge avoided the subject of the murder motive of the two security personnel.

"Whatever the motive was, it is a matter of law that the motive, although relevant, has never been the essential to constitute murder," said Zaki in his 70-page judgement.

Mat Sabu meanwhile said the judgement only confirmed public perception that the convicted duo were only taking orders in carrying out the murder.

"It is inconceivable that these two members of the special forces unit would commit murder by their whim and fancy without any reason," he added.-harakahdaily.

           Imagine two cops, who probably never had a business with the poor woman, suddenly brought her to a hidden place, and bombed her alive. Imagine that I never had problem with some guy, I never knew him, but I decided to catch him, tie his limbs and put some C4 in his brains.  Good luck.

             Kill without any whim or fancy. A license to kill? Sounds like James Bond to me.

The Prophet (saw) said: “Judges are of three types, one of whom will go to Paradise and two to Hell. The one who will go to Paradise is a man who knows what is right and gives judgment accordingly; but a man who knows what is right and acts tyrannically in his judgment will go to Hell; and a man who gives judgment for people when he is ignorant will go to Hell."

This corruption done by the kangaroo court is overwhelming. Disastrous, I might say.  Justice must be restored, and the Dark Lord must be defeated. This kangaroo court must exist no more!