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The Crash of Western Capitalist Civilisation?

by shahid on September 19, 2008

All it's good for

The buck stops here.

Cogent and shattering analysis in a number of places by Richard C. Cook of the financial Armageddon. I’ve commented on various sections, interspersed throughout Cook’s article.

“Train-wreck” doesn’t even begin to describe what is starting to happen to the U.S. today with the financial crisis, an onrushing depression, and the failure of George W. Bush’s war policy as he is faced down by Iran and the Russian bear.

But in an even broader sense, the West, as a civilization, after a century of world war and the utter failure of global finance capitalism, may have reached its limits.

If you watched the video in yesterday’s post, you would have seen that debt growth is reaching the asymptote. It’s unsustainable and we are running out of resources to loot. When the sums being discussed are in the trillions, you know that we left Kansas a very long time ago.

Those with a vested interest in the status quo dismiss any suggestion that something is wrong. This includes Donald Luskin, author of an article in the Washington Post on Sunday, September 14, titled: “A Nation of Exaggerators: Quit Doling Out That Bad Economy Line.”

Luskin writes, “The relentless drumbeat of pessimism in the media and on the campaign trail” is “a virus.”

He continues: “Sure, there are trouble spots in the economy, as the government takeover of mortgage giants Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, and jitters about Wall Street firm Lehman Brothers, amply demonstrate. And unemployment figures are up a bit, too. None of this, however, is cause for depression — or exaggerated Depression comparisons.”

Continue reading, and you find out who Luskin is: a campaign adviser to John McCain.

Why aren’t there heads on spikes yet?

Are these people inhabiting any kind of reality? I woke this morning to find that my bank, the Halifax, had been bought by Lloyds TSB for over £12BN. Can anyone imagine for even a moment that such a monumental event would have been allowed by any government a year ago? A monster has been created in the aftermath of a Jacobean tragedy and these amoral monsters are telling me that everything is OK.

Each and every one of my friends knows that things are bad. Some of my friends cannot sleep at night. (I have no such trouble, fortunately. Insha’Allah is one of the greatest blessings ever afforded to a Muslim. Now I know why I experienced poverty in the past. I thank my Creator for that lesson!)

We know that “where you stand depends on where you sit”—and who pays you for advice. So is a catastrophic meltdown coming?

If so, probably a majority of the people in the world are thinking: “Serves them right.” For the last 500 years, the West has been striding across the globe, armed to the teeth with firearms, warships, bombers, and—more recently—depleted uranium, enforcing the “white man’s burden” by enslaving nations and peoples and confiscating everything of value—ranging from art objects to gold to oil—that can be carried away.

It’s not a “chippy paki” that said that - Richard C. Cook is a former U.S. federal government analyst, whose career included service with the U.S. Civil Service Commission, the Food and Drug Administration, the Carter White House, NASA, and the U.S. Treasury Department. His articles on economics, politics, and space policy have appeared on numerous websites. His book on monetary reform entitled We Hold These Truths: The Hope of Monetary Reform will be published soon by Tendril Press. He is also the author of Challenger Revealed: An Insider’s Account of How the Reagan Administration Caused the Greatest Tragedy of the Space Age , called by one reviewer, “the most important spaceflight book of the last twenty years .”

Truth comes out when the chips are down and when there’s nothing to lose, or gain.

The financiers behind it all have also used the diabolically clever practice of creating money “out of thin air” to put the natives everywhere into debt, and, when that has proven insufficient, of doing the same to their own populations.

All this is rationalized by various brands of racism, cultural superiority, social Darwinism, historical determinism, “dominion of the Elect,” “God’s chosen people,” etc. Or, simply, “might makes right.”

Some call it “The New World Order.”

Blimey, anyone would think this guy was a conspiraloon. Are you reading Ms. Norfolk? (because you’re not from London, not like me and my friends, who so are). Don’t like it? Sue me!

You brand a few decent people who had the temerity to question whether the government was telling the truth with the tag “conspiraloon” and now you must be so confused to observe that the whole world is a conspiraloon, leaving only you, a fawning band of Islamophobes and mendacious racists and the murderers in power that you so blindly and loyally support. Now who’s out on a limb?

I’m proud to be a conspiraloon if it means agreeing with Woodrow Wilson, or Richard Cook, or even Jesus Christ or Muhammad (peace be on them, yes even Wilson and Cook!) And I am so proud to be a Londoner, to be tolerant to be patient and so in every respect, nothing like you at all.

So today, we Americans, denizens of the “land of the free and the home of the brave,” victors in two world wars, bearers of “democracy” to Afghanistan and Iraq, allies of the brave Israelis who hold high the banner of Judeo-Christian values among the ungrateful Palestinians—well, we Americans owe our own bankers almost $70 trillion at most recent count. With the government takeover of Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, we owe holders of bad housing loans, including the governments of China, Korea, and Japan, another few trillion.

$70 TRILLION OF DEBT OWED TO BANKERS!

Cancel all of the debt. (It’s only numbers) and let’s see some heads on spikes, like the good old days. What’s it going to take for there to be a revolution? How long will we let these usurist, murdering thieves loot us and kill us and worst of all, divide us against each other while we try to spend our way out of indentured, indebted servitude?

The bluster of Kissinger, Brzezinski, the Kristols, the Christian fundamentalists, and their paid-off politicians and media millionaires notwithstanding, America—indeed, the entire West—has been found out, perhaps even checkmated on the world stage.

Maybe now would be a good time for me to learn Russian. Or Chinese. Or Persian?

The Bush/Cheney wars in Afghanistan and Iraq have blackened America’s name forever.

People of the world are not stupid. As I’ve repeatedly said, America is just another empire. America is an idea. There are people who have hijacked the idea, but America was actually loved by many for a long time. That love will come back if the Americans just turn up and get rid of the impostors who are destroying the world. Usurist, thieving Rothschilds, Rockefellers, Warburgs and the rest.

Iran has called our bluff. In Israel the gap between rich and poor is increasing as much as in the U.S. According to an article by Ian S. Lustick, the Palestinians have stood up to the Israelis to the point where more Jews are emigrating from that country than are moving in, and where those who remain are increasingly huddling around Tel Aviv as a safe haven. (Ian S. Lustick, “Abandoning the Iron Wall: ‘Israel and the Middle Eastern Muck’,” Middle East Policy , Vo. XV, No. 3, Fall 2008.)

If Israel tries any funny stuff with its neighbours, its neighbours, including Iran, have the ability to level Tel Aviv in the same way that the murdering Zionaxis levelled the whole of Iraq. And in the wasteland that will remain, nobody will come to build a ferris wheel. They’ll be coming to build homes for the Palestinians. Let the Europeans make amends for what they did to the Jews in the 30s and 40s.

In the 1990s, the European bankers used U.S. and NATO forces to dismember Yugoslavia so George Soros and the Rothschilds could gobble up Balkan resources. But that strategy is failing in the Caucasus, where the Russians fought back against the genocidal attack by Dick Cheney’s poodle, Mikheil Saakashvili, the New York-trained attorney the CIA got elected as the president of Georgia.

I’m afraid I know very little about the Caucusus, I forgot much of my ‘O’ level History and even that didn’t cover the region very well. I had no idea that Saakashvili was a New-York trained attorney though, but it wouldn’t surprise me if it was the CIA that got him elected. The CIA is great at getting all kinds of oppressive scumbags into power so that they can steal the resources of an entire nation. Somalia, Iran (Mossadegh), Indonesia (Suharto), Nicaragua and the list goes on and on and on.

And now the people of Ukraine, the “Little Russians,” realizing what the West has in store for them, are rushing back into the Slavic fold and may be only a year or so away from reuniting with their “Great Russian” cousins across the border.

A friend of mine who knows the region well assures me that this is indeed the case. I’m not learned enough to know what the truth is here.

I’m going to back off now for a few paragraphs; I don’t want to interrupt the best bit of writing here.

What is telling is to watch the Western financier press, chiefly the Washington Post and the New York Times , fume about Russian prime minister Vladimir Putin and his “authoritarian” manner. An example is the article by Times correspondent Ellen Barry on Putin’s September 11 press conference in Moscow. She wrote, “In three-and-a-half hours, in tones that were alternatively pugilistic and needy, Vladimir V. Putin tried to explain himself.”

I’m sorry, Ms. Barry. You and your editors may think your writing is cute, but Vladimir Putin is the foremost figure on the world stage today. He will remain so after George W. Bush leaves the White House disgraced.

Putin is heir to an epochal movement of patriots who began in the 1970s to take back Russia from within. It started with a base of operations within the KGB and the Orthodox Church, led to Gorbachev’s glasnost in the 1980s, and culminated in the Second Russian Revolution of 1991. At that point, the Western financiers gleefully rushed in to support an assault from the Russian “oligarchs” who were looting Russia of everything it owned.

The oligarchs were the shock troops of a financier assault that had already begun to overlap in the West with the Russian Mafia. Cheered on by the Washington Post and aided by academic advisors from places like Harvard, this international syndicate nearly destroyed Russia during the 1990s. But when Putin was appointed interim president by Boris Yelstin in 1999, and after winning the presidential election of 2000 in his own right, he began to fight back.

From the mid-1970s to today, thousands of Russian gangsters, along with many hard-line Bolsheviks/Stalinists, were allowed to emigrate. Many settled in the U.S. and are here today, and many more settled in Israel. In fact, one reason the price of condos in New York, Miami, Tel Aviv, and elsewhere has inflated so much reportedly is the flood of cash from racketeering.

The crooks have allied themselves with the Colombian drug cartels and have heavily infiltrated the world’s financial systems, even setting up their own banks for laundering money and speculating in the commodities markets.

Today, Putin is cleaning out the remaining gangster class. His efforts reached a milestone in January with the arrest in Moscow of Semion Mogilevich, called “the world’s most dangerous man.”

Putin has declared that the world will not be governed in a “unipolar” manner; i.e. by the U.S. military as the police force for the global financiers. This does not mean Russia has to be our enemy. In fact the world would be much better off, and much safer, if we joined with Russia as allies in keeping the peace.

For more on how the oligarchs were allowed to destroy Russia and just what a thug Yeltsin was, I recommend Naomi Klein’s “The Shock Doctrine”. More learned readers should see fit to point me towards better resources.

What I learned was that Russia’s so-called “reforms” led to the impoverishment of 72 million people in only 8 years! And by 1996, 25% of Russians, that’s over 37 million people, lived in poverty described as “desperate” and by which time also there were 715,000 homeless children in Russia, though UNICEF put this figure as high as 3.5 million children.

The country was basically looted and pillaged by these oligarchs, but how was this possible given just how wealthy Russia was? Well guess what. It needed terror. From the torching of parliament (turning the Whitehouse into the Blackhouse - Reichstag anyone?) to the invasion and brutal repression of Chechnya to the total suspension by Yeltsin of any form of democracy. Indeed, Yeltsin’s “privatisation” minister, Anatoly Chubais stated quite brazenly that “In order to have a democracy in society there must be a dictatorship in power.”

I haven’t even scratched the surface of what happened in Russia and it would take me years of research to become knowledgeable.

It boils down to this. Rich, greedy, corporatist, usurist thieves suspend democracy by creating a terror diversion and then proceed to rob a nation of its liberty, its resources and its common wealth. As a friend says so eloquently and figuratively (of course!) - “HEADS ON SPIKES!”

But to do that our system would have to change, because finance capitalism is far too unstable to coexist with other nations as equals. It must either grow or die, because it always needs new victims to pay the interest on its usury practices and to finance its speculative balloons. As a last resort, it needs the kind of financial institution bailouts being engineered by Secretary of the Treasury Henry Paulson, where the only remaining stopgap is borrowing from public funds and adding to the national debt.

Once economic growth stops, as has now happened, and all the bubbles to restart it have blown up, as has also happened, the end really is nigh. Especially if the host—the U.S.—is bankrupt.

What is coming at us today isn’t just another downturn. If people like McCain adviser Donald Luskin doubt it, maybe, instead of writing campaign propaganda, they should ask the fired CEOs of Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, the stockholders of Lehman Brothers, whose shares have dropped ninety percent in less than a year, and the millions who are losing their homes.

Presidential candidates Barack Obama and John McCain are calling for “change.” Well, if I were standing on a beach with a 100-foot tsunami roaring in my direction, I would call for change too. Except I would not be standing around arguing about the meaning of the words “lipstick on a pig.”

By Richard C. Cook
http:// www.richardccook.com

HEADS ON SPIKES.

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Swiftly Moving On…

by shahid on July 27, 2008

A couple of years ago the thought of a Saturday without my girls would have filled my guts with a gnawing emptiness. This weekend I have moved on enormously.

I didn’t rail pathetically at my ex like the powerless loser that I used to be. More to the point, I didn’t allow myself to waste the weekend moping about and pining fruitlessly for my girls either.

I watched Dark Night on Friday evening with my patient wife. Today I received my 16GB iPhone after multiple attempts with broken credit. Then my wife and I test drove a Fiat 500 around Hyde Park. It was funky, stylish, chic and cheeky. Long term readers of this blog might recall my beloved Smart Roadster; well this had a similar feel, albeit with greater refinement and more driver aids. We fell in love with it.

Then we popped into Selfridges for some Skippy peanut butter and some Oreos for the girls. Then back to the flat.

My friends came over and while I set up my iPhone they kept themselves busy with geeky computer stuff.

Later we had a lovely dinner prepared by my lovely wife and finally, we played four player split-screen Call of Duty 4 on the PS3. Beautiful.

I got to speak to my girls briefly because their mum took them to the Qadiani Cult Camp, an annual gathering of brainwashed Punjabis in some field in Surrey. No matter. I have had a beautiful weekend so far. AlHamdulillah.

(The best part is that I’m blogging this from my iPhone.)

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Free Palestine!

by shahid on March 25, 2008

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Free Palestine from the racist, Jewist Zionist yoke of oppression!

Fuck Israel, perpetrators of a slow-burn holocaust of the Palestinians!

Fuck the Americans who support Israel!

Fuck George Bush!

Fuck Dick Cheney!

Fuck Paul Wolfowitz!

Fuck Condi Rice!

Fuck the murdering butcher Ariel Sharon, slowly, awfully, sliding into hell!

Fuck Shimon Peres!

Fuck Melanie Phillips!

Fuck Benjamin Netanyahu!

Fuck Maureen Lipmann!

Fuck Tony Blair!

Fuck the Board of Deputies!

Fuck the Jewish Chronicle!

Fuck Gordon Brown!

Stop murdering children you lying bastards!

Stop stealing land you thieving bastards!

Stop cutting schools in half with your Nazi wall you holocaust-denying bastards!

Stop building homes illegally in land you stole you occupying bastards!

Stop murdering children you fucking, FUCKING bastards!

Fuck Israel!

Fuck Israel!

And fuck everyone who supports that arsehole nation.

Free Palestine!

Long live Palestine!

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Software

by shahid on January 31, 2008

There are few things in life quite as satisfying as constructing a nice piece of software. Memory ain’t what it used to be, so please forgive me if I can’t recall the last example of something that would qualify, but I know it was good and I know that I miss it.

I suffer from recursive attention deficit. This isn’t a real condition. It’s paralysis induced by “kid in a sweetie shop” syndrome - also not a real condition. There are so many choices, so many wonderful tools and pretty APIs, cute languages and shiny frameworks, cuddly paradigms and sweet methodologies that I simply don’t know where to begin.

Of course, it helps to have an idea. What would I write? That’s just it. I don’t have a clue. A purpose would help focus my knowledge hunt, but all I have is a desire to code.

Any ideas?

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Test Post from Flock 0.91

by shahid on October 12, 2007

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Hello

by shahid on September 3, 2007

My apologies to my regular readers for the dearth of output in recent times.

Some updates are in order:

My health is so-so, but it has been a lot worse.

I am enjoying my job, my working environment is excellent, my boss is supportive and my colleagues truly lovely people. I am enjoying the business again and taking pleasure also in playing video games; my most loyal readers will be surprised at this. My most reason poison has been Super Stardust HD, but I’m looking forward to playing Bioshock too.

Being (a limited) part of PLAYSTATION®3 has been an unexpected joy. When I started this job at Sony back in December 2005, I thought it would be a stop-gap, as it was quite a step down from START! games and even the web consulting, (though a huge step-up from unemployment!) but it has been a source of ever greater satisfaction. That can only be a good thing, can’t it? As my former boss remarked recently - during my illness Sony has been a calm port in a storm.

I am planning on doing some more videos on the Qadianis, but as they are going to be more ambitious, I can’t just knock them out as I did before. The American top brass Qadiani, Dr. Nasim Rehmatullah, has still not replied to any of my queries on why they filed DMCA takedown notices and then chickened out after I counter-filed. I note that certain Qadianis are continuing with either vileness, hatred or libel. I’m leaving them to it. For now. Their disgusting behaviour continues to underline their spiritual bankruptcy.

Summer holidays are almost over and I have scarcely been allowed any time with my kids, and even phone time has been severely restricted. I find this painful, of course, but no longer unbearable. It’s amazing what the human spirit can withstand and I’m fairly certain I could take a hell of a lot more. Let’s hope not though.

In whatever spare time I have had recently, I have been getting to grips with Ruby on Rails, having introduced myself to it a couple of years ago after evangelising the 37signals stuff on this very blog. It took ages to get it working on the server I work with, I had to jump through several hoops to finally get a response. I also managed to get it set up on my Mac, which seems to be the perfect development environment for it. Indeed, the RoR team all use the Mac with TextMate, the latter being my editor of choice too.

I have of course had moral and practical support from a couple of friends, without whom I would have eventually got to where I am now, but without my sanity.

I am rediscovering my zest for life again. I had rather taken computing and my earlier aptitude and ability for it, for granted, letting my talent fizzle away whilst my personal life was going through its Perfect Storm. Now I am excited again. By languages, by hosting, by servers, by the Internet, by Open Source, by programming, by hacking (in the proper sense of the word) and by all things computing. I’m excited by media, by film-making, by editing, by communication, by databases, by photography, by life. It feels good, despite my health not quite keeping up just yet. I feel that this zest and passion, the thing that has been missing for so long, is what will drag my health kicking and screaming into some kind of order, insha’Allah.

I am also not letting myself get too angry at things. Sure, the world is still fucked, but I ignore the papers, I don’t watch the news, I mute the telly when the ads come on and I look at cunts like Ann Coulter and Michelle Malkin and don’t even get too annoyed. After all, why give them the energy?

Of course, I am still trying to improve as a Muslim. I really tried to drop the ‘c’ word from the above paragraph, but it sits so well and it’s the only swear-word in the whole post, which might just get me a 15 rating.

You know what has helped? Realising that a lot of people, mostly colleagues and some blogmates actually, are wise to propaganda and what the media and the state apparatus is trying to do. Whilst not necessarily getting the whole picture, which is not to suggest that I do, far from it, they do at least know that they are being lied to. And that is always a very good start.

So this shift in attitude might mean a shift in posting style. I am tired about being angry with injustice. It saps my energy and gives it to the problem, rather than defusing it. I am grimly aware that no adult should believe as a child does, that when she covers her face with a pillow, the monster will no longer see her. I’m sure the monsters are still there, that the Bankers, Zionists and Crusaders are still at it with their imperialism and oppression and tyranny and murder and looting and slavery, but in all honesty, as long as I’m aware, why drown myself in it? What good can possibly come from it?I have been using blogging as a tool to spread misery to others. That’s what it boils down to. It wasn’t always this way. I would like to get back to stuff that doesn’t fill people with hurt and anguish and anger. Not all the time anyway. We must stand against oppression, but there are other ways of doing that.

Perhaps I’ll come up with some kind of Web thing that facilitates the viral distribution of happiness.

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Rage Par Excellence

by shahid on March 15, 2007

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My New Hero

by shahid on March 15, 2007

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I Made It!

by shahid on December 21, 2006

I made it past 40. I’d like to say I defied the doctors, but that’s not true. Without Dr. Valabhji (Diabetologist - St. Mary’s Hospital) I probably wouldn’t be here today. Well, I’m here. Hobbling post-surgery, recently hospitalised for fuck - knows - what - bugs - are - cooking - but - I - did - have - a - flu - jab - recently, no foot pulses and recently hit by a couple of mini-strokes, but in the words of a friend who saw me the other day “You look a hell of a lot better than you sounded from your blog”. I do. It’s always been that way. People must think I make it up.

My children didn’t call or text. That hurt. It shouldn’t. I’m 41 for fuck’s sake. And I know it isn’t their fault. Kids don’t really remember dates. I know this much though: their mother does remember dates. And she should have reminded them, because when they find out, they’re going to feel very bad about it. She would rather that they forget me. She has said as much many times in front of the kids - “Why don’t you just stay away? We don’t need you!”. Imagine how that hurts the kids. Imagine how confused they feel at being told such a load of shit by their primary “carer” and “protector”.

I am sure some plausible story will be invented. That was always the case before, it is just more that way now.

My brother called me earlier to wish me a happy birthday. I sounded a little down because the kids hadn’t called. He asked me when I had last been allowed to see them. I couldn’t remember. It was a long time ago and I have had a lot on my plate. The Emotional Terrorist will act as if she never stops them or me. She is well versed in the most advanced techniques of Implacable Hostility. In fact, she wrote the book - and she’s the only living tenth dan master in this black art.

So she should have reminded them. For their sake if not mine. I give them money to spend on their mum in advance of her birthday. And if they were living with me, I would make sure that they remembered. It would be the right thing to do.

So no, it shouldn’t hurt. But it does. It’s not their fault. I looked at their pictures, I read my eldest’s old texts. I recalled the good times - and there have been many - before and after our own private holocaust.

I felt bad today for my wife. She is such an amazing, wonderful human being. I am so lucky to have her. I was moping and distant and I tried not to be and she tried to ignore it whilst staying supportive. She knew I was pining for them. She had asked me what I wanted for my birthday weeks in advance. “I would like the girls to come over”. We both knew that wasn’t going to happen, but like the child of divorce hoping for their parents to mend their broken lives again, one hopes in vain, hopes for no gain, hope’s a pain.

One less friend this year. I used to have a friend who promised to be friends for at least another couple of decades. This friend, call the friend Z so as not even to betray the sex, (I owe Z that much) dumped me by text a few months ago because of my blog.

Well I still stand by what I said. I say fuck Israel, I say Hezbollah are a legitimate resistance, I say the Palestinians are wronged and oppressed, I say the Zionists are evil, I say the jury’s out on Hamas, I say the West is Islamophobic to the extreme and I say I’m proud to be a Muslim Londoner who despises the actions of the Zionaxis. If I had been white and said all this, I doubt I would garner so much suspicion or revulsion.

Anybody who has my mobile number and who doesn’t like the sound of it, feel free to TEXT “DUMPED” to me.

Imagine my surprise when out of the blue, moments after I put this post up, Z texts me a belated happy birthday, oh around 00:10.

For months, I have been bewildered. I thought about sending back Z’s books. I maintained my dignity, and felt strongly about my position. I couldn’t do it. The books are still in a pile, because sending them back would have been too final and I wasn’t the one trying to hammer nails into the fucking coffin of a great friendship over a lousy fucking text message.

So I am confused. I don’t think Z has betrayed me. (God I hope not!) I think Z has too much self-respect for that.

I am hobbling back onto my feet. I went to the office today on crutches. I got a seat on the bus in a flash on the way out. On the way back some youth was occupying a disabled seat and actually made me stand. If my knees had been better, I might have clubbed him with my metal crutches. Then again, if my knees had been better, I wouldn’t have needed the seat, nor would I have had the crutches. What made me more angry was that he was with some girls and he was making all of them stand. Chivalry has been wiped out in a generation.

I was delighted to be contacted by a few friends and family wishing me a happy birthday. Delighted because at 41, you really expect people to stop bothering!

Not one’s kids though. Just over 20 minutes to go. Like a child waiting for a best friend to remember, or for its parents to heal the divide, I wait and I hope. It’s never the child’s fault. And one day, what I have sown, I too shall reap. As did my father. God rest his soul.

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Mary Poppins

by shahid on December 20, 2006

I don’t often post when I have a hypo. Well, I’m suffering from a hypocglycaemia now, and I thought it would be interesting for me to post. (Don’t try this at home!)

My ex comes across as a Mary Poppins type figure to most. The truth is, she’s more like Scary Mary. Actually, she’s a lot worse than that.

So what has a hypo got to do with Mary Poppins? Oh yeah, the song…supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (fuck - it takes something to get that right..did I??…during a hypo)

Here’s my words to the tune from that famous film..to the chorus anyway

You will appreciate this if you’re a diabetic, or if you have a nutty ex-wife, or like me, both. You probably won’t appreciate this if people turn away from you when you open your mouth…

So - to the tune of the chorus of that unforgettable song…

Sugar gives me diabetic ketoacidosis

If you brush your teeth you won’t be plagued by halitosis

Don’t talk with your ex-wife if she suffers from psychosis

Sugar gives me diabetic ketoacidosis!

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