This is a lizard. He lives between my house and the 177 bus stop. Other animals that hang out here include cows, that evil doberman, and assorted stray dogs. Sometimes there’s an organ grinder with two anorexic looking monkeys. I think one of these animals is spying on me, cause Morquendi knows about the World Bank money now.
Last night I gave Wolfowitz a handjob and made my Lakh for the month. He was having Passover dinner at the Ambassador’s and made me sneak him some white bread. I asked if he wanted a hamburger or something but he just wanted white bread. Ate that shit like a rabid chipmunk. I had a cold shower and buried the money in my backyard. Saving up for a trishaw.
This afternoon I had lunch with Rebecca and another girl at Shanthi something (Havelock Rd). They were out of Champagne, Perrier, and Coca-Cola, so I had a Lassi. Food was OK, I’d say Matara is better. Bloody hot out but we walked to MC and looked at DVDs. They have a prominent sign saying “We Do Not Sell Maharajah Videos or Music”. That’s about the extant of the much hyped Lanka piracy crackdown. Couldn’t find any good Shah Rukh Khan. There’s another Khan that dances like a spaz, wouldn’t mind seeing him. Forget his name. Only part of the song I understood was ‘Why Does It Happen in Love’. Caught the bus to the Plaza and went swimming cause it was just too hot.
Got home to see how pissed Morquendi was. He wrote a funny post refusing to use ‘slanted facts and stats’, refer to foreign countries, or bring in anything besides his personal experience. It led me to wonder how one could argue for higher education, while rejecting everything that higher education produces. Namely, critical thinking and research. I wrote a little satire on a Morquendi U which offers courses like *Propaganda 101*, *Book Burning 104*, and *Character Assasination 202*. It’s funny cause his response was, true to form, straight Character Ass.
Indi you know the skeletons in your closet are not about character assassination but about World Bank money, which in this instance has a direct connection to the debate. I mean, if I had a pile of World Bank cash stashed somewhere I might be saying the same things you do. I guess I’m as human as you are, and as prone to temptation too. I just think that some people who read this might find some of that stuff interesting, in terms of understanding why you blindly worship the World Bank.
To which I respond, why am I still on the bus, saying Ado thogey valla ahakata ganing pakaya? If I had World Bank cash I would have
gold platinum uranium four-finger rings that said ROOT and SFTP, and a trishaw with 22 inch rims. Hell, I would get 24s and the shits would still be spinning when the Trishaw was stopped. I am interested. Where the fuck is my money? Can I move out of my parents house now?
I don’t think World Bank money is bad either, it’s what pays for e-Sri Lanka and Tsunami Relief and a lotta education. If I could get World Bank grants I’d love to work on localizing WordPress to enable Sinhala blogging and get some rural kids online, maybe thru existing telecenters. Seriously, if any of the Elders of Zion are reading this, call me.
Maybe Morq is referring to semester two of Character Ass, on attacking people’s families. I don’t remember if my parents have done any work for the WB, but I’m sure we’ll find out now.
Electra asks why I continue putting salt on this, but I think it’s important to point out this style of debate. It’s effective and hard to fight, and I’m trying to figure out how. As I said there,
His argument just has all the hallmarks of arguments used by the Anti-Globalization crowd, Pol Pot, Mao, Kim Jung Il, George Bush, etc. There’s a marked adherence to ideology and dismissal of facts or anything academic as ’slanted’. The focus is on attacking people, not ideas, and its very effective. I’m more interested in the general style than anyone saying it, and I’m interested in finding tools to fight it.
I have no personal beef with him (having never met him), but I do have beef with emotional arguments that answer to no one. I believe that there’s more to reality than my perception, and I’ve been surprised often enough to be humble and study. To Morq his perception is the only measure of anything, and anyone who doesn’t see things the same way is elite or corrupt. That’s the same argument used by any totalitarian state, from North Korea to Zimbabwe. *Fuck you, trust me*.
Anyways, beef doesn’t hurt the traffic, like 50 Cent and Ja Rule. Except Ja lost and disappeared. I guess Biggie and Tupac, except they’re both dead. Um, no. Again I repeat that I like and respect the work Morq does, especially what he did a few months ago. Where does online beef go anyways? Maybe he could DOS me.
bitchchecker: shut up i hack you
Elch: ok, i’m quiet, hope you don’t show us how good a hacker you are ^^
bitchchecker: tell me your network number man then you’re dead
Elch: Eh, it’s 188.8.131.52
Elch: or maybe 127.0.0.1
Elch: yes exactly that’s it: 127.0.0.1 I’m waiting for you great attack
bitchchecker: in five minutes your hard drive is deleted
Elch: Now I’m frightened
bitchchecker: shut up you’ll be gone
bitchchecker: i have a program where i enter your ip and you’re dead
bitchchecker: say goodbye
Elch: to whom?
bitchchecker: to you man
bitchchecker: buy buy
Elch: I’m shivering thinking about such great Hack0rs like you
bitchchecker: Quit (Ping timeout#) [he crashed his own computer]
What’s funny is that b tried three more times with the same IP address, finally deleting his whole hard-drive. I don’t know how to DOS anybody, but I found that funny. I also learned how to make fire with a Coke Can and bar of chocolate. Digg makes me feel like I’m working, but I’m not. Maybe I can get a WB grant…