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Must-Tards
These are quotes from Sarwar Ali, the chairman of the International Coalition of Historic Site Museums of Conscience and a trustee of the Liberation War Museum in Bangladesh.
Mr. Ali must have a lot of electricity jumping across his synapses every hundredth of a second to be charmain of International Coalation of this, and trustee of War Museum of that, and grand high poobah whats-his-face of some other damn thing. But to me, he’s a ‘tard. As in retard. Because in my world, when you have an I.Q. of room-temperature or above, you don’t need to hide behind the word “must”. The word “must,” in the absence of a strong argument that supports why things must be the way you say they must be, is a refuge for idiots.
But Sarwar Ali, according to this article, hands it out like low-quality condoms to a third-world nation.
The Chairman grand high poobah whats-his-face is commenting to the International Freedom Center, or IFC, which — somehow — has the responsibility of figuring out how to commemmorate what happened at Ground Zero on September 11, 2001. He gets to exert pressure on them insofar as what story it is they are to tell. For reasons that escape me, he gets to do this “quietly.”
“Don’t feature America first,” the IFC has been advised by the consortium of 14 “museums of conscience” that quietly [emphasis mine] has been consulting with the Freedom Center for the past two years over plans for the hallowed site. “Think internationally, where America is one of the many nations of the world.”
I remember like it was last Thursday, the day my son was circumcised. He was five days old, crying like a little bitch, and had little tiny smears of blood on his inner thighs. What was left of his penis, was indeed a fully functional penis, but it looked to me like an amputation. Having ushered his mother through labor pains, cramps, screaming, moaning, lots of blood, a placenta dropping out after him, with no loss of constitution in any way, shape, matter, form or regard…I observed for the first time that mutilated penis, and practically fainted. The floor met with my butt, or vice-versa. I wanted to vomit. I lost sense of which way was up.
That’s the effect of a circumcision on a man’s man, a man who had seen his own blood meet the light of day without flinching. I don’t know whether Jack Lynch got to watch his son get circumcised, but he did get to personally carry his son’s dead body out of the wreckage of September 11. Apparently, he handled his son’s death better than I handled my son’s “bobbitting”.
“I can’t think of a greater insult than to invite museums from other countries of the world to come and exploit what should be America’s memorial,” he said.
It’s not in my nature to “feel” things about topics like these, before I “think.” But it’s quite beyond my capacity to sentence Mr. Lynch to endure the idle, perhaps entirely empty-headed rhetoric of blowhards like Mr. Ali about “must ought should ought must gotta gotta gotta” after he has personally hoisted his own son’s dead body in his arms. I have a son of my own. I can’t bring myself to do this.
Mr. Ali, you want to “must” something? How about this: You must start having one-on-one chat sessions with parents like Jack Lynch before you tell the Freedom Center what they’re supposed to do. Hear his side of the story, and the story of other parents like him, before you start dispensing these kinds of rules that affect so many people who, so far as I know, you aren’t even compelled to meet.
After that, perhaps you’ll stick to crusades that aren’t so offensive to the people who are much more personally involved in the outcome than you are. Then you won’t have to keep those crusades quite so “quiet”.
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