Sunday, November 23, 2008

Ibrahim Nasir is dead.

Rest in peace you crazy dude. You were the one, single and greatest inspiration for the secret Operation N223223223.

Ibrahim Nasir, who led the Maldives' independence movement from the British has died at the age of 82. A terrible shame - he plonked JUST when his old deposer and rival kicked the presidential bucket and got kicked out of the Presidential Palace. Sure, the power-bats Team Golha- *AHEM* Maumoon has successfully painted the poor guy as a "corrupt, power hungry, money laundering psycho fucktard", traces, which can be seen in fuckin' WIKIPEDIA, for fuck's sake. And the sad thing?. Many of the younger kids don't even KNOW the guy. Here's what I want to say at Team Golha about their accusations.



NO U!!.

(Translation: In actuality; what has been stated applies more directly to YOU, than to the accused.)


Now, for a bit of history; and perhaps an expose on why he was called everything from "cruel, iron fisted tyrant" to "money laundering dictator" (which, I still state: applies to golhaaboa and his little friends more than him.) Mr Nasir was one of the leaders of this country who DID IT RIGHT, unlike the lazy ass fucktards who are content on importing curry niggers and eat the jewgold they make; while choking the rest of the nation off. Mr. Nasir did the RIGHT THING when he made Maldivians to work on building the dirt strip that would become the International Airport of today. But no thanks to the mass of lazy, worthless retards that Maumoon and his boys riled up - the great man left our nation in 1978, accused of ruling the country as a dictator and and damned by the public resentment. One more time, I say to the accusers... NO U!.

Now, for the lazy shits who have overpopulated the nation today, being made to work for the betterment of the society as a whole is tantamount to "complete, forced military annexation." Now obviously, such a bunch of angry shitheads are easy prey to lampooning propaganda - and pretty soon, he was thrown out of office, his fine achievements silenced, his name disgraced and exiled from his homeland;- this is how a man who worked hard to make Maldives into a wealthy port nation was rewarded. By the treachery of the idiots who were "content with their lot";- Maldives dream of becoming a great, wealthy nation was crushed. Now look at us;- roiling in poverty, pinned down by primitive infrastructure, with surrounding countries drooling lecherously at our territories and our streets filled with heroin addicts who could be raising families, building marvelous edifices and bringing in much needed funds if only the nation wasn't taken over by a bunch of sellers cosplaying as politicians.

He laid down the foundations of a a stable fishing industry, and a certain group of retarded dumbshits went and consigned it to bankruptcy. He did the right thing when he opposed the import of "cheap foreign labour" and advised us to work for ourselves - BY OURSELVES. But nooo, the mortal and implacable enemies of the nation was determined to grind such good advice into the earth of time, all for the sake of their own wealth and right to laze around and grow fat. Hell, if I was in his shoes, I'd bring in the motherfucking T-34's to make the whining fucktards shut the fuck up - PERMANENTLY. See, I happen to think that people who demand to have others do everything for them, and bitch and whine when told to do work for their own are Lebensunwertes Leben (lit. in German: undeserving of life.) Meh, call me a tyrant, but it was for the good of the nation; today, we are paying the grim price for leaving the foundations of the nation to rot under a materialistic fatass and his filching groupies.

Again, rest in peace, buddy.
I'm going to visit you right now.
What?. Its raining?.
Screw weather!. I'll go anyway!.

You know, I think you're making faces and going "HA HAA, LOOOSEEERR~!!" at Golhaa and his groupies, right about now. And guess what?. I think I'll join you and make fun of those maggots. :)

Friday, November 21, 2008

OMGOMGWTFLOLZ THANKSTHANKSTHANKS!!



One of my pen-pals in Japan sent me a boxful of Japanese comics (not the badly-translated english knockoffs with the E ratings, often found in Maldivian bookstores nowadays... but the real shit; random insane violence and fun ON PAPER!) - and it only cost me 1800 yen (just about 250 Rf)!. (Guy says he found the lot at a used book store.) Sure, they're a bit frayed and dog-eared, but that's nothing that a good cellophaning and sello-tape can't fix!. Will be busy tonight reading through it all.

Hot damn, if all their used books stores stock this shit, I'd stick around there ALL DAY.
pic is not the actual stash.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Well, so much for "Aneh Dhivehi Raajje"...

Guess word's out on the streets already. Have you heard of the new MWSC policy that there is to be water rationing - i.e. no water connection after midnight, until morning?. This is bad news for us nighters - forcing us to use toilet paper (guess those suckers aren't useless after all!). Well, we just had a shift of Presidency; might as well make the unbelievable happen again. Anyway, my faith in this "aneh dhivehhi raajje" is just plain dwindling day by day. Meh, might as well steal a fleet of nuclear-armed attack submarines and head to the shores of Antarctica or some shit.

Now I won't go about in a fit of NBS "Nasheed Blaming Syndrome" - but this shithole of a country should really get its act together on this one. C'mon - the country's like 99% water. And we have - of all things predicted by the naysayers - a water shortage? This is just absurd. What next?. Electricity rationing?. Air rationing?. This hails back to the stories of the islands with "no electricity for a certain time frame" - its hard to believe this shit is happening.

The problem is that we use time-worn technologies that rely too much on expensive petroleum fuels - along with a badly-made plumbing system that people claim often allows leaks that result in shit mixing with the water. (Offtopic: A gas-fired [CORRECTION: DIESEL FIRED] power station for a packed city like Mal'e?. That's an engineering nightmare; I'm not surprised we have blackouts more often!.) Gas-reliant water purification installations are definitely out of date as well; what is needed is a hub-system of nuclear power plants. Maldives is perfect for nuclear power - lots of water is available as coolant;- and that will cut up our natural gas and petroleum imports by a lot. That'll save more than over 115,000 liters of diesel DAILY. (taken from STELCO home page)

Now, lemme guess. There's gonna be traditionalists who're scared of the big, mean technologies. But who are they to speak?. They were the shits who screamed on and on about worthless bullshit like Islam and purism while some fat wiggers in the government lined their pockets and shit. But seriously, the island that Maldivians were chased off by "lion people" is perfect for a full-scale nuclear installation. Hell, if we find "lion people" there, their spears and swords will be no match for a SWAT team armed to the teeth, supported by a heavy helicopter gunship!. ROFL!.

Ah well, they can make for a better zoo exhibit than the poor, domesticated cats in cages, eh?

Friday, November 7, 2008

Oh SHITWAFFLES.

Another quiet night I woke up to, the silence filling the city. Though the occasional retard speeding around did interrupt the stillness, the night was peaceful and still. I checked the clock. Three in the morning. Perfect timing, as always. As I got up from the pathetic excuse of a bed I have, my hand touched something rather warm, and somewhat velvety.

Jolted to full wakefulness by this strange new thing, I turned on the light switches to find, to my utter surprise, a pair of very black, very sheer and very real panties on my bed. For a minute or two, I just stared at it. I then punched myself in the head, just to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Nope, not a dream. I then picked it up, to take a closer look. Apparently it was brand new, black lace decorating its insides, with cute little heart patterns on the back, the elastic line splitting into two at the sides to be as revealing as possible - and it had a curious smell; I can't exactly pinpoint it, but something about that strange aroma has made me want to repeatedly sniff it again and again.

What the hell did I do last night... I'm supposed to remember, but I can't. This... this is not normal.



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