Pissing contests . . .

I’ve been reading quite a bit about the politics of “Urination,” a series of articles expressing “indignation” at the video that proudly circulated, about some of your brave boys “urinating” on dead corpses of Afghans after being murdered by you.

All of you prime and proper people of “conscience” showed indignation, including your Hilarious Clinton, she’s always in the habit of hilariously laughing when dead corpses appear on her phone screen. We are told that this “urination” business on dead corpses is not part of your morality nor of your ethics. OK I know you are still trying to figure out what these two words mean—morality and ethics, but then by now, we already know you use words you hardly understand the meaning of.

Frankly speaking, I don’t understand why all this indignation, that has suddenly gripped you?!

And what is this “urination” thing? Can’t you use the real words—after all your boys were pissing on the dead. Is “Urination” supposed to make it more sanitized, more medical like? Or maybe it is supposed to make it more polite and more acceptable? No darlings, you were simply pissing on the dead.

Is this a strange habit of yours, pissing on the dead? Not at all.

I remember when I had the “privilege” of spending some time in England, the English boys at the closing of the pub, where they pissed themselves silly, would engage in pissing contests . . . who could piss the farthest. They would gather in packs like dogs, and start pissing all over the place, marking territory . . . How different are you from the dogs?

My friend had a dog, when her father passed away in his bed, the dog stood still near the dead body guarding it until my friend arrived . . . the dog is more noble. He knew his territory and his duties . . . as a dog, but you pride yourselves on being “humans,” “free humans” . . .

So pissing contests are not something so strange to your “culture,” it’s a male Anglo-Saxon thing, and am sure the “brave” stinks from America must have caught the Anglo-Saxon cultural bug . . . like some heritage, an inheritance of “values.”

Furthermore why all this disconcertment, this bewilderment at “urination”? Did your not “brave” ones piss on the living?

But of course they did, they did on numerous occasions, I reported it . . . but I saw no indignation then—instead I was called a liar, a lunatic.

NO you filthy bastards, am neither a liar nor a lunatic . . . am truer than a polished diamond.

In July 2008—I wrote about Ahmad and this is what I had to say:

“Once arrived, they placed them in a corner of a dirty cell and started pissing on their wounded bodies while hysterically laughing. Not contenting themselves with that alone, they (the Americans) brought in a basin used to collect shit from their mobile toilets and emptied it on Ahmad and the other detainees heads”

I was writing about Ahmad in Baghdad . . . I was writing about the women you tied with their legs apart until you split them in the middle . . . split loose from their bodies, their souls and their humanity . . .

I strongly suggest you re-read that post of mine—I called it “Crucified by Freedom.”

No need to be so outraged, this is you.

You pissed on the living, on the Crucified, why surprised when pissing on the dead?

Or should I say “Uri-Nation”?

Copyright © 2012 Layla Anwar

Layla Anwar’s blog is An Arab Woman Blues—Reflections in a sealed bottle where this was first pubished.

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