Thursday, December 27, 2007

Ah, how some people really hate democracy

Very tragic is the assassination of former Pakistani Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto. I was very sad to hear the news, but really not so shocked. Someone so devoted to bringing peace and freedom to Pakistan, someone with legitimate influence and credibility, a someone who could have been a true force in bringing about a true democracy in the country? I knew it was too good to be true, too good to last. The extremist element in Pakistan obviously wanted nothing to do with her, knowing that she was someone who had the potential to unite the country and return true democracy and civility to the land. I just hope that her death inspires others to continue her cause and while this is certainly a huge blow, hopefully it won't be a permanent setback on the road to peace in the region. I also love how the usual gang of left-wing radicals and anti-Americans (usually the same crowd) are blaming the United States and George Bush for her death. Granted the Bush administration did facilitate her return to Pakistan and they’re probably too trusting of Musharraf (and his ability to provide security for Mrs. Bhutto), but to say that because they did so they're responsible for her death? Sickening. I shouldn't take it too seriously as these people blame George Bush for everything from their gambling problems to losing their hair, but at the same time they're doing a huge disservice to Ms. Bhutto's memory. By implying that she was in some way forced back into this situation removes her of all agency and really spits in her face. She was well aware of the risks facing her upon her return and talked about them constantly. Yet she chose to stay and fight the good fight. She knew what she was doing. But in their mad dash to blame George Bush for every bad thing that happens in the world, too many people lose sight of that fact. She died because she wanted to do what was best for her country and some seriously bad people couldn't stand for that, not because America somehow pushed her into it.

I am however glad that the NFL came to their senses regarding Saturday's potentially historic match-up between the Pats and Giants, which sees New England looking to go an incredible 16 and 0. What with the fact that game is going to be on NBC and CBS, combined with the lack of anything else on (this or any other night, thanks to the writer's strike) I wonder just how many people will tune into this game. It could very well be a LOT. Good that the league did what was right in making sure that pretty much any fan with a TV will now have access to the game. It never affected me, seeing it was to be broadcast here in Canada on TSN, but still. That it took congress to get this done is sort of amusing. I told this to my dad yesterday (yes, we do speak sometimes) and he thought that it was ridiculous that they focus on stuff like this, in light of more important events (see previous paragraph for instance). But hey, if they can at least have bi-partisan support somewhere and at least get SOMETHING done, I suppose it can't be all bad. Anyways, go Pats!

I can't stop biting my nails. I'm typing this while at work and I'm back to having nothing to do but kill time. This is really bad. My nerves are starting to act up again. I was considering going out tonight, but I'm not feeling well enough to do so. I'm also pretty tired. My inability to stay awake for more than a few hours at a stretch can't be a good thing. I'm ALWAYS tired. No matter what time I go to sleep and no matter how long I sleep for, I hit a wall at some point and just can't keep my eyes open. So I take a nap, because I can no longer stay on my feet. The nap then rages out of control (half an hour becomes two hours) and then I can't sleep at night unless I take a sleeping pill. And so on. It's brutal.

So is this. Time is passing quite slowly here. I've been here for only two and half hours, yet it seems like an eternity. It's giving me time to think, which is never, ever a good thing. Plus I'm starting to get nervous and anxious. I'd take a valium, but that would just make me drowsy. So I shall suffer for another three and a half hours (!!) until I can get out of here, go home and drink. Perhaps play some video games, which I do to kill the time, but only serves to make me miserable after a while (like everything does). Why do they make me miserable? Because I stink at them, like I seem to with everything. Not being good at anything can be very frustrating. So I drink. I really do think that besides Bobo, it's the only thing that makes me happy.


Post a Comment

<< Home

eXTReMe Tracker