Hindu fascist thought of the day
In secularism Hindu is the Untermensch.
Not to go all Goldwater on you but, nuance for sake of nuance is NOT a virtue.
And since I am speaking truth to inanity, could someone please, with sugar on top, clue in me about this famous Mumbaikar spirit. Oh yeah city was up on its feet barely a day or two after 26/11, as it was after all the bomb blasts, flood, and all the acts of God and man. But as disrespectful as it may seem, it has less to do with the courage or spirit, and more to do with a grinding daily struggle for common comforts, if anything Mumbai with its frenzy reminds one of ant colony or beehive, that of anything resembling human spirit.
All right, this may sound disrespectful but this is too important to be hushed for sake of politeness. Let’s face the truth, we were asking for what happened last year in Mumbai. We were asking, not in the sense that a pretty girl wearing high heels is asking for rape, but as some mentally unhinged masochist who is compelled to subject herself to flailing in zed’s basement. As a nation we love victim hood. Because we have been indoctrinated by the secular liberal vanguard of nothingness that to be victim is to be noble, to submit to Islamic barbarism is a proper expiation for the cardinal sin of being a kaffir and a dhimmi, a just retribution for imaginary Islamic grievances and paranoia. We also love being victim because for us this is the only way we can have west’s attention and what’s even better (for us), its sympathy. But we are deluded, because weakness is never respected, the earth will never be inherited by the meek and the lamb will always lie in the lion’s belly.
*Spoiler Warning*
Horror genre has one particular cliché (among many others), the Cheerleader. This Cheerleader character is a pretty girl, mostly blonde, remarkable for her annoying combination of vivacity and stupidity. She is usually first to be slain by the killer, often in a particularly macabre fashion, when she has sneaked to some isolated place to fool around with her boyfriend (who is a football player). This character is usually just there to get the things started.
The makers of Heroes have inverted this cliché. We have, in Claire (who incidentally was a cheerleader), the perfect embodiment of all what is irritable about the Cheerleader, and yet, in an ironical twist, she is immortal, and annoying like hell.
Anyway since we are on horror genre, I had a sort of insight, which is not particularly original. Horror movies, in a very grotesque way, are closest any genre comes to morality tales of bygone era.