I’m no Racist. Also, TMB plays on May 3rd. And they will play Music!

I am not one who typically goes around making broad, sweeping generalizations about people. I know not all fruity pansy-assed yuppies are accountants. I know that all black people don’t set electronic stores ablaze and steal television. I know that ugly, fat women who have seven children or more, aren’t just sex-fodder for their drunk, unemployed husbands needing to satisfy irrepressible libido at all costs. I also do not consider all Iraqis as the hostile, suicide-bombing freaks that the United States wanted us to believe. In fact, I take great comfort in knowing they are the most accommodating, sociable people anyone can ever meet.

I work with people from different descents. Among all of them, I sensed a great deal of harmony with the Iraqi guys. Usually I can find ways to avoid talking to foreigners because (1) I find their accent odd and funny, and (2) I find everything they do odd and funny, because the cold, harsh place called the Internet has opened my eyes to the wonderful world of racism. So the first time I learned that my friend Ahmed here was from Iraq, the images of a car-bomb, severed fingers, and pacha instantly crammed my thoughts. And I could have sworn I saw an imaginary AK-47 rifle and a saif strapped on his back.

But then I learned that my Iraqi friends were way more tech-savvy then anyone else on the Gulf region. We started trading software, cracks, cheat codes, ripped movies in avi format and access to unlimited porn by way of bypassing UAE’s ridiculously conservative internet restrictions. From them I got a leaked copy of Nero 8, Adobe Professional 8, AutoCad 2008, and Cumback Pussy 8. These guys must have a lot of resources at their disposal, and they’re generous enough to share it to the needy. Also, they might be the only Mid-Eastern people who sure know how to party.

Party. With them. 

So why is George W Bush fond of waging war against Ahmed’s country? Well, fuck America, that’s why. That’s not to say that I approve of what Saddam did on his neighboring countries and Iraq in general nor I’d give my mom a “My son went to Iraq and all I got was this lousy shirt” shirt, I just hate the idea of declaring war to prevent upcoming catastrophe. That’s like screwing for virginity or something like that.

Oh and speaking of parties, prepare to hold on to your lugnuts as the Man Blog guys perform at Bela Bar, Greenhills on May 3rd. Be there, or be scared!