What do you not understand?

Posted in Uncategorized on November 2, 2009 by mahmoudagd

I am sick and tired of the labels that are perpetuated through the media and society and the division it has created amongst the citizens of countries around the world.

What do you not understand?

It is not the fault of the liberals, nor is it the fault of the conservatives. Finger pointing and childish becking that is associated with by-partisanship is going to get you nowhere and it is going to get you there fast.

Again, I ask you…..what do you not understand?

It is the system that is flawed. The system enables and encourages division amongst its population so that the population fights amongst itself over petty and insignificant matters that are perpetuated through the media.

Again, I ask you…..what do you not understand?

Until we put our differences behind us and begin to realize that those in power are in collusion with the wealthy business owners to keep us subservient we will continue to fight amongst one another while we become nothing more than slaves to the system, slaves to debt, and slaves to our own minds.

Again, I ask you…..what do you not understand?

The Mornings…

Posted in Uncategorized on October 6, 2009 by mahmoudagd

“There is light at the end of the tunnel” Whispers the madman inside my head in the morning. I can’t seem to get up properly induced with constant pain. My eyes open slightly, as I hear the sound of “vrum” caused by the vacuum the maid is using in the morning. I get up quick, freezing cold to turn off the AC, just to lay back down from where I started: In bed. “Ring … Ring” : The phone rings … I take a look at the cellphone & it’s probably the only Male that walks this earth surface who stood by me at all times. “Ahlan baba”… I mumble trying to make my voice sound fresh. “hooda, ARE YOU AWAKE” in a harsh tone my dad utters. “Yes & why are you pissed from the morning?” I angrily answer. A strain of thoughts cross my head … Oh how I let him down & did not graduate, oh how I was not responsible for all the troubles I have caused since childhood till this very day. My pride won’t let me show emotions, so I coldly allow this vanity to be poured on my own father. “No I’m not mad, I just wanted to see if your heading to class?” he says in a Questioning, but commanding voice. “Hfff, Yes, no worries, anyhow I have to go now & get ready – yalla salam”. As I place the cellphone back in the charger, i take a look at myself in the mirror. “Oh how physically appealing I look like if Miss X was to see this” I think. Drift off for a bit and thoughts of perversion occur. “Miss X on top moaning as i am deep inside her in some fantasy bed etc” … “Argh I need to stay focused & remember that behind the downfall of every great man is a woman” trying to believe in these words that are in my head. “Hmm I’m losing my focus from a feeling but I will not let my parents down” … “No it’s for me, Its a win-win situation formyself and parents at the end of the day but its foor ME! ME! ME!”…thinking while i storm off to the bathroom. I take a cigarette & sit on the johnny and keep takin in drags till my bowel lets off and poop. I wash myself up and goto the closet to get brand new undergarments & clothes. I turn on the water inside the shower and try to find an equilibrium thats not too cold or hot for that fact, but a perfect balance kneeling towards warm. I place my hands and and an involuntarily voice of relaxtion is uttered. “Perfect” I think” … Remove my boxers and inside the shower I go. Now the sounds of relaxation are quiet blatant. Dettol soap fresh i intact to my skin as i brush it all over concentrating on the area around my genitals and emphasis on the upper body. I take some shampoo place it on my hair as I use the brush to rub the scalp of my head properly. The soap is washed off as I get out directly to the bathroom sink. I pose with arms rest, as I glaze at my arms with an evil smirk. I floss and brush my teeth, then wash my face with soap properly & if I have some facial scrub I would use it. I dry myself as i put on my new clothes. Deo spray on my arms pits as i sit topless again back on the computer. “Hmm What am I looking for here? … I go through facebook and nothing of interest ingnites me” … the constant actions thats become a habbit due to the position I am in right now. I get up and fill a plate of oats and some raw egg whites for breakfast. I get up and stare myself at the mirror before drinking the raw eggs. “You’re a man, you need to do this to be unique and for the muscles” as i place the cup in my mouth a drink the eggs. “ahhh Finally got this done with” I think as i place down the cup and wash it. Apply some cologne, and more deo, wear my shirt and take a look at myself one more time on the mirror. Take my cellphone, my wallet and pack of cigarette’s. Everything is in check … I storm out the house and press the elevator button. “TINK” the elevator door opens to greet me with a grouchy family in the morning with sad look faces of kids holding an oversized backbag. I take a look at the space, and due to cultural boundaries I place myself furthest from the female. “Al Salam Alaikum” I say then quickly glance at the floor to check if its on G and press the close button. I start analyzing the facial expressions given off in this small space just for quick entertainment. The elvator opens up and I await for everyone to leave. The children storm out first, then the lady, then the husband, then the person on the right then myself (was on the left side). I walk outside as the gaurds stare, “Al salam Aliakum, How are you?” I sadly say, not really meaning those words. Open the door and go “Fuck this weather and head to the convienient store next to the place. Walk in: saying “Al salam Alaikum” with a bit of enthusiasim. “Wa Alaikum al Salam, How are you?” he utters with a smile. “I’m good, just tired a bit” I share. “Looking big” he says. “Yes thank you” As i pick out a gum with no aspertame and pay for the bottle of water.

Open mindedness Part#1

Posted in Uncategorized on September 16, 2009 by mahmoudagd

It seems to be an extremly common experience amognst people who dont believe in certain non-scientific concepts to be told by others who do to be more open-minded. this advice is typically based on highly flawed thinking, including an inaccurate understanding of what open-mindedness is. Infact being open minded means simply means willing to consider new ideas. Science promotes and thrives on open-mindedness, because the advancement of our understanding about reality in which we exist depends upon our willingness to consider new ideas. Indeed scientific discovery often requires entirely new ways of thinking. However, not only does believing in certain non-scientific concepts not automaticlly make you open minded, it can often lead you to be the complete opposite. A friend of mine once noticed a moving lamp shade in my room and said it was a ghost. When i told him it wasn’t. He said “you got the evidence infront of you & that i was stubbornly close minded and had no curiosity”. When he finished his little outburst, I reached down and switched off this lamp heater, underneath the lamp to stop its warm heater from moving the shade. It was actually my friend who had no curiousity in this situation. He lead to an immediate conclusion and dismissed all alternatives. When you label an event as supernatural, just because it has no explaniation obvious to you. You will inevitably misinterpret evidence and make invalid causal connections. You will eliminate a whole realm of alternative explaniations, before its even clear which explaniations might be appropiate and that’s the very definition of CLOSE-MINDEDNESS.

People who tell others to be more open minded about so called “supernatural” concepts, often accompany this advice with one or more personal anecdotes they claim it can’t be explained. This is another flawed approach. Even if your experience can’t be explained, that in no way strengthens the case for any supernatural concept. All it shows is that your experience can’t be explained. Trying to suggest that a lack of explaniation is evidence that supernatural powers are at work, is actually a contradiction. Infact what you are saying is that ‘I can’t explain something Hence I can explain it’. The unexplained is just that: Unexplained. Furthermore, although its quite reasonable to describe an experience and tell peopl you can’t explain it. Telling your audience they can’t explain it is senseless, becuase your audience has no independent access to the event you described nor any way of investigating which details you missed or edited out.

If – Rudyard KiplingShare

Posted in Uncategorized on September 8, 2009 by mahmoudagd

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!

The perfect mate

Posted in Uncategorized on September 2, 2009 by mahmoudagd

So today I decided to talk about women from my own race. Most of them tend to believe that blonde haired, blue eyed man is the key to success in terms of measuring it up against Men from other races. Well it’s true but very sad. Let me give you an example, I met up with this girl (lets call her Airhead). So this Airhead met me for the first time and because she tends to be socially delinquent she projects her own insecuirities in a form of social mask by acting like a “bitch”. So I threw a joke inorder for her to move to the comfort zone and she blocked it out with a “bitchy” reply. I blew it off even though now really paying attention to what has been mumbled, but it struck an interest in me. I went back home and that Airhead calls me up and talks to me about random things. The kind oooooooooof things that will kill your brain cells slowly, but as an act of interest and deception the words “I see” played a big role for the continuation of her ridiculing herself in order to be “accepted”. As days passed she would tell me about how she prefers the white race over my own people and interestingly enough I knew that girl had a “crush” on me. But she would like to grab my attention and divert it in forms of psychological replenishment to re-establish the continous occurance of jibberish talk thats looking for the green light that i apparently hold in her world. Sad but true and its annoying to keep up with that form of human existance. suicide I suggest is the path she should be taking. Her existance holds no value but to her own parents.

PS: in the future … I hope not to meet more of this kind …

What is Life?

Posted in Uncategorized on August 31, 2009 by mahmoudagd

First you got it
then you give it
then you get it
you can take it
you can live it
you can dead it
you can limit
you can kick it
when you give it then its taken
when its taken then you gave
you can live it as a king or you can live it as a slave
you can hold it, you can mold it
you can cherish or destroy it
or despise it or forgive it
or refuse it or employ it
take your time and live it quick
or give it up the same day
and it doesnt really matter cause we all die anyway

you can dead it or forget it
or live it as a team
or respect it and protect it and proceed to chase your dreams
get deported or aborpted or be ordered like a clown
you can live it in a city, you can live it in a town

if you got it then you have it
wait a second ppl waste it
every second every moment
you should saviour you should taste it
you should take a lil time and take a breath and take it in
you can live it like a saint or you can live your life in sin
take a look inside within
realize you are not the same
there is a million other ppl
but the million dont got brains
live your life and start to change
open up your damn eyes
theres a billion other sheep
you be the sheep up in disguise
be the wise be intellegent
propell no excell
cause there aint gonna be no heaven or they aint gonna be hell
take and smell stinkin food, takin pleasure takin lust
cause soon you will be worm food and nothing but dust
you can haddle you can trust or you can commit to your own
if you are living in an alley or if you are livin in a home
you are livin you are movin you are thinkin you are breathin
you are livin thats the answer you are livin thats the meanin

The Poverty of Philosophy

Posted in Uncategorized on August 30, 2009 by mahmoudagd
Most of Muslim nations who are struggling to get food, clothes and shelter are so concerned with that, that philosophising about freedom and socialist democracy is usually unfortunately beyond their rationale. They don’t realize that America can’t exist without separating them from their identity, because if we had some sense of who we really are, there’s no way in hell we’d allow this country to push it’s genocidal consensus on our homelands. This ignorance exists, but it can be destroyed.

The Muslim sheeps talk about change and working within the system to achieve that. The problem with always being a conformist is that when you try to change the system from within, it’s not you who changes the system; it’s the system that will eventually change you in the end evidently. There is usually nothing wrong with compromising in a situation, but compromising yourself in a situation is another story completely, and I have seen this happen long enough in the few years that I’ve been alive to know that it’s a serious problem. Muslim Uma is a huge colony of countries whose Kings and presidents are cowards in the face of economic imperialism. You see, third world countries are rich places, abundant in resources, and many of these countries have the capacity to feed their starving people and the children we always see digging for food in trash on commercials. But plutocracies, in other words a government run by the rich such as this one and traditionally oppressive European states, force the third world into buying overpriced, unnecessary goods while exporting and exploiting huge portions of their natural resources.

I’m quite sure that people will look upon my attitude and sentiments and look for hypocrisy and hatred in my words. My revolution is born out of love for my people, not hatred for others.

You see, most of the Muslims are scattered and left with no faith because of the great inflation that was caused by American companies and the brain washing and the love of the money and world. The prophet PBUH said; the love of the world is the root of all evil”. As we evolved it has been changed to money. Aside from that, many are seeking a life away from the puppet democracies that were funded by the United States (such as Saudi Arabia and the rest of the gulf).

As different as we have been taught to look at each other by colonial society, we are in the same struggle and until we realize that, we’ll be fighting for scraps from the table of a system that has kept us subservient instead of being self-determined. And that’s why we have no control over when the embargo will stop in Sudan, or when the bombs will stop dropping in Iraq and Afghanistan.

But you see, in America the attitude that is fed to them is that outside of America there live lesser people. “Fuck them, let them fend for themselves.” No, Fuck you. No matter how much you want to dye your hair blonde and put fake eyes in, or follow an anorexic standard of beauty, or no matter how many diamonds you buy from people who exploit my own people to brutally get them, no matter what kind of car you drive or what kind of fancy clothes you put on, you will never be them. They’re always gonna look at you as nothing but a little monkey. I’d rather be proud of what I am, rather than desperately trying to be something I’m really not, just to fit in. And whether we want to accept it or not, that’s what this culture or lack of culture is feeding us.

I want a better life for my family and for my children, but it doesn’t have to be at the expense of millions of lives in my homeland. We’re given the idea that if we didn’t have these people to exploit then America wouldn’t be rich enough to let us have these little petty material things in our lives and basic standards of living. No, that’s wrong. It’s the business giants and the government officials and kings and puppet arab leaders who make all the real money. We have whatever they kick down to us. My enemy is not the average white man, my enemy is the white man I don’t see: the people in the white house, the corporate monopoly owners, fake liberal politicians those are my enemies. The generals of the armies that are mostly conservatives those are the real Mother-Fuckers that I need to bring it to, not the poor, broke country-ass soldier that’s too stupid to know shit about the way things are set up.

In fact, I have more in common with most working and middle-class white people than I do with most rich Africans /Arabs. As much as racism bleeds America, we need to understand that classism is the real issue. Many of us are in the same boat and it’s sinking, while these bougie Mother-Fuckers ride on a luxury liner, and as long as we keep fighting over kicking people out of the little boat we’re all in, we’re gonna miss an opportunity to gain a better standard of living as a whole.

In other words, I don’t want to escape the plantation I want to come back, free all my people, hang the Mother-Fucker that kept me there and burn the houses and leaders to the god damn ground. I want to take over the encomienda and give it back to the people who work the land.

You cannot change the past but you can make the future, and anyone who tells you different is a Fucking lethargic devil (even though I’m a Satan myself, but a Satan to the new world order :) ). I don’t look at a few token arabs and black people in the public eye as some type of achievement for my people as a whole. Most of those successful individuals are sell-outs and fucking sheeps who want to be like them who are just monkies with no religous values claiming you are close minded. pffft! 

But, I don’t consider brothers/sisters a sell-out if they move out of the homeland. Poverty has nothing to do with our people. It’s not in our culture to be poor. That’s only been the last 500 years of our history; look at the last 2000 years of our existence and what we brought to the world in terms of science, mathematics, agriculture and forms of government.

So in conclusion, I’m not gonna cheer for anybody just ’cause they are similiar to me physically they have to truly represent the community and represent what’s good for all of us proletariat.

One last thing: STOP LOOKING AT YOURSELF THROUGH THE EYES OF THE PEOPLE THAT HATE YOU!
kkk
Viva la revolution!

MarMar has issues…

Posted in Uncategorized on July 5, 2009 by mahmoudagd

:D … testing.

 

proof:

…Mar-malade… says (5:28 AM):

I walked 2 blocks b4

It was in my Igor pyjamas

LOL

The donkey from winnie the pooh

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Posted in Uncategorized on July 5, 2009 by mahmoudagd

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