My blog is unbelievably self-centered. Nothing screams “Look at me! Look at me!” than a header with your own picture adorning it, and a url like http://www.hiragoeson.blogspot.com. But in my defence, I don’t ask people to come here and read anything. There are wonderful, earth-changing blogs in the web world featuring authors who strive to make this planet happier, safer and greener [you might find one or two on the right], but this is, in a very self satisfied way, not one of them. Never have I claimed to want to make a difference. I like chaos and disruption, which is why I’m still here. Pakistan is exciting and Pakistanis amuse me. In fact, we amuse the rest of the world too- which is why Americans probably performed a Washington luddi when Zardari was elected. Finally someone has a president dumber than theirs.
However, things change. Be it Obama or McCain, the next US president will be Einstein compared to George W; and the United States will no longer hang her head in shame. We might have Biden gaffes and Palin-isms [primarily Palin-isms, I assume] but for every mispronunciation and political lunacy, there’ll be an Obama speech or McCain joke to balance it out. Sadly though, Zardari is neither witty, nor thought provoking; nor Gillani a hockey mom with lipstick, or a politician with 35 years experience. So I guess we’ll finally have the dubious honour of winning Earth’s most idiotic and incompetent political regime award. Our special talent: A cabinet which asexually reproduces itself so that the blame can be divided into millions of parts once it officially begins to rain down (blame, I mean, not cabinets).
22 new federal ministers added today. So taxpayers, now there’ll be a few other children you’ll be sending to Europe for higher education, and a few more houses you’ll be paying to have refurbished and some more world tours that you’ll be funding with your hard earned income. Allah ajar de ga; deney wala haath hona chahiye lene wala nahi.
See? Don’t you miss my happy-go-lucky self involvement?
My world is screwed up enough without outside help, thank you. I’d rather not worry about Zardari’s houses or Sara Palin’s $150,000 wardrobe because neither of them will ever read my blog, or receive my phone calls; and they sure as hell won’t lend me money. My bad-duas will probably bounce off them and hit Jon Stewart, and I don’t want to live with the guilt of giving Mr. Stewart small pox.
So. Who wants to hear about my day?