Along the roads I have travelled on, I have never reached the end.

I've looked perfection in the eyes, and our features were not the same.

I don't mind, I'm fucktarded too :)

So if someone asks me what's the craziest thing you'd want to do?

Previously, I would have said something along the lines of bunjee jumping... now, I'd say.
Hit the American president with a shoe.

Ofcourse, classic events like these come around the corner every now and then, sneakily enough but what's always more, much more intersting is the aftermath. Where the thing itself goes away now leaving itself to the mercy and scrutiny of a population of six billion and highly opinionated at that. Usually what you should do is sit back and watch...

Now there are differnet kinds of people who provide opinions on such alert matters. I will look at only the ones characterized around a certain amount of dementia.



(Pasted directly off Muntazir Ali Zaidi's fanclub wall)





1) The guy who thinks shoe throwing would be encouraged by God.

Wasifafdar (Pakistan) wrote
may ALLAH protect him


2) The Jamiat types who love spreading religion

Kanwal (Pakistan) wrote
only a muslim has that guts to do it!


3) The kind who feel religion is the cure to every thing

S. M. S K (London) wrote
may ALLAH bless you. i admire your courage........you r the real hero of the free world,, i salute u..


4) The kind who can make being hit by shoe sound like something you'd desperatly want..

C-mman wrote
Its a beautiful begining fr BUSH!!!!INSHAH-ALLAH much worse to come!!
where he really desrves more......


5) The OverZealous Enthusiast

Faiza (Saudi Arabia) wrote
Dis is such a god news ! but wht i felt bad was that ppl broke his hand n his ribs !!! n hes still in prison !!! HOW BAD IS DISS ! IRAQI PPL THEMSELVES DID DIS I DUN BELIEVE !!


6) The dude who thinks he can do it better!

Kinza (Pakistan) wrote
he should have thrown a grenade!!


7) The conspiracy loving populace

M. Fahad (Bahria University) wrote
Bush deserved it!!! This whole incident is not against USA but only against one evil...
G.W.BUSH!!!


8) The ones who always provide hearty congratulations

Fariyal KariZai (United ARab Emirates) wrote
GOD BLESS HIM 4 DOIN SUCH A GR8 JOB!!!!!!!!


9) The teenage with raging hormones

Zainaffar (Pakistan) wrote
A SHOE FORM ME TOO AS A GIFT TO BUSH!!!!!!


10) The Franshappar - awamigunda type

Hussain- Abbas (Pakistan) wrote
tite yaaaaaar!....mashallah!!..oi hoi!...im ur fan yar!


11) The Franshappar - gayeffiminate type

Haider (Pakistan) wrote
nice boy keep it up LMAO..


12) Awww, the guy who doesn't get laid much

Ziyad (Pakistan) wrote
:( why he missed the target


13) Emo kid with too much pent up anger

HafeShah wrote
that bastard deserve more than that......i wish if the shoe could hit his face......


14) The person who has too much to say but doesn't know how to say it

Rosedi (Pakistan) wrote
Really an awsome thruthful person..
atleast he expressed whatever was in his mind..
i wish him the safe health..
and wish no one ever hurt him.. !!! Allah keep him happy.. to make pople like us... to have guts.. and say wrong to wrong!!


15) The Awami Patriot

Shafaq Ejaz (Pakistan) wrote
i wish i could give him guard of honour! personally wanna salute him
he is a true man!
*salutes*


16) The guy who discovered internet recently.. (Who says hats off? :/)

D Wicked Leo wrote
Hatz OFF 2 u SIR


17) GayGuy who likes poetry

Usama wrote
he is brave man
a man with pure heart
love this guy


18) GayGuy II

Hasan (Pakistan) wrote
We salute u... and we love u...


19) The ignorant American

SuJ (Houston Baptist) wrote
United States introduced Iraq to democracy, to modernization, to human/woman civil rights. People like Muntazir should be hanged for even to dare insult the president of the United States, let alone any country.


(and lastly...)



20) The guy who pwned everyone else with his comment

KK wrote
Sallam TO YOU !!!! YOU R A MUSLIM TIGER !!!!!! hEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


End.
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Life without fucktarded people's random whims would be retively boring.

...

As another influx of people enters the hall, you take another deep breath, inhaling the very last bit of privacy that surrounds you, taking every bit of it in, and preparing yourself to indulge in pleasures of solitude amidst hundreds of strangers.

Unfamiliar faces, plastered faces, faint chatter, banal statements, polite smiles, fake smiles, erratic laughter, all become background music to the scintillating symphony of one's own thoughts.

Drift away from reality, away from the many sanctimonious platitudes, present though, but only physically, surrounded by hundreds, yet enjoying loneliness, you block out the world, selfishly.

Gently shaken out of the reverie, then, you slither back into the crowd, once again hoping to camouflage within the many figures..

.. secretly anticipating another escape.

Yes, I still have that dark side.

I've demonstrated there's no difference between me and everyone else! All it takes is a bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day. You had a bad day once, am I right? I know I am. I can tell. You had a bad day and everything changed. Why else would you dress up as a flying rat? You had a bad day and it drove you crazy as everybody else.. Only you won't admit it! You have to keep pretending that life makes sense, that there's some point to all of this struggling! God, you make me want to puke. I mean, what is it with you? Girlfriend killed by a mob, maybe? Brother carved up by a mugger? Something like that I bet. Something like that.. Something like that happened to me, you know. I.. I'm not exactly sure what it was. Sometimes I remember it one way, sometimes another... If I'm going to have a past, I prefer to have it multiple choice! Ha ha ha HA! But my point is.. My point is, I went crazy. When I saw what a black, awful joke the world was, I went crazy as a coot! I admit it! Why can't you? I mean, you're not unintelligent! You must see the reality of the situation. Do you know how many times we've come close to world war three over a flock of geese on a computer screen? Do you know what triggered the last world war? An argument over how many telegraph poles Germany owed it's war dept creditors! TELEGRAGH POLES! Ha ha ha HA! It's all a joke! Everything anybody ever valued or struggled for.. it's all a monstrous, demented gag! So why can't you see the funny side? Why aren't you laughing?










Yes, I still have that dark side.

Put me in a cannon. Shoot me at the sky.

Stop asking for your rights, take them!

So FUCKIN' pissed!

See, there's this thing. You're your own person. You have your life, and technically you should have the right to do whatever shit you want to. But people around you, they don't believe that. Everybody claims to see the light. Everyone thinks they're right, and there's no other option. They have their own ways, ideas, thoughts, trail that they follow to achieve what they want. CAN'T I HAVE MY OWN FUCKIN' WAY?!

If someone 'advices' me to carry out a task in a way that they want, WHY THE FUCK DON'T YOU DO IT YOURSELF!? Why can't I have my own path, my own decisions? There's a destination, you go your own way, let me go my own! How the fuck am I supposed to know if I'm right or wrong in what I believe in? Why can't I do it my way, and then shove it up to them at the end?! I'm sick of this.

You're not the only one that's right! Nor you, nor you, nor you, not even you, Bob! If we're going in the same direction, there is no right or wrong. There's just one way! I HATE THIS PERFECTION! WHY DOES THERE HAVE TO BE JUST ONE CORRECT PHILOSOPHY!?
'I choose to kill the script' Remember?!

I'M WRONG! I KNOW THAT! BUT JUST LET ME FUCKIN' TRY! I'M TIRED OF PLAYING GAMES! TIRED OF FINDING THINGS TO FILL THE SPACE!

If I told you that the crowd was all ears, could you find the words to say?
If I told you that you could take home the prize, would you know the game to play?
If I told you that you had the world on a string, could you tell which way to pull?
If I told you that your life was a glass, would you know when it was full?


Would you laugh or would you fall to pieces?
Would you lie or would you run?
Would you fight or would you roll right over?
Would you blaze or fade away?

We came crashing down right on time. Like the fifty-ninth of the eleventh hour. Days spent down on our knees, watching stolen soil sift through our fingers. So what the fuck are we still waiting for? For some someone to save us? For the rains to come? Watching strong foundations come undone?

We're not waiting for the dust to settle. We're marching in and we're kicking down the door.

All hope died when the hunger came. First the slender cheeks, and then the sunken eyes. And soon every dirty face just looked identical. Common graves, calling all our names. Calling us out of a life, plagued by doubt. We used to be so fucking strong. Do you remember when we sang those songs together?

We're not waiting for the dust to settle. We're marching in and we're kicking down the door.