January 31, 2007

let's shed some tear's, please

not.

am i the only one who gets really fed up of hearing the never-ending bollocks on helping em poor starving and dyin african's?

what happen to all the millions and trillion's of dosh that have had been filtered into that cursed continent over the moons? lining the pockets of em corrupt dictatorships/government's - or whatever that remotely resembles one - innit?

oh, and how about food and medicine? and why should the west and other supposedly rich countries elsewhere be obligated to help em poor sod's? and why should the former colonial government's be blamed for their cursed wretched plight?

sure, some of em did exploit and ill-treat the natives - the belgian's certainly come to mind. but just take a look at recent event's in sudan. and some other god-forsaken place where female UN volunteers were horrendously raped.

so should their colonial legacies be conveniently used as an excuse for their bad behaviour?

coming from a continent where the native's are known to fuck around indiscriminately [i apologise if i tar each and every one of em as such], does anyone seriously expect me to sympathise with em? especially those who are infected with aids?

is it of any wonder why their ancestor's were enslaved by the white man? were they that naive and gullible? when tribes were known to fight one another or even colluded with the slave buyer's? really, their present-day descendants' victim complex is at best, larfable. ooh, am i not suppose to broach on this touchy subject?

oh and don't get me started on em scamming nigerian's. some of whom are also troublemakers over ere on this wee islet. assuming it is totally akin to their lawless country where they could just grab somebody else's "territory". bastards. oh, some of em are ere on a footy club "contract".

really, anyone in the west or elsewhere whose heart's just bleed at the mere sight of em starvin african bairn's are idiot's. that's one tactic to overwhelm us all with guilt and then part our hard-earned dosh.

sheesh, just venting about em can make me blood boil. already.

as enscribed by the letter b @ January 31, 2007 06:50 PM | someone's pinged
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