Wednesday, 4 May 2011

A Hero of Damascus (Now with Extra Tossweasel)

After all the kerfuffle about a villain who died, here is Amina A.'s report of a hero who lived, from her blog A Gay Girl in Damascus. (Hat tip: Michael O'Hare, at The Reality-Based Community.)

My father, the hero

Any further words from me are beside the point, except these: read it, that your heart should sing.

UPDATE 13/06/11: This story is not in fact true, being part of a long-running hoax perpetrated wholly or partly by one Tom MacMaster, whose aggressive bogo-apology upon being rumbled may be discovered here. Fuck you very much, Tommo!

H/T James Nicoll, who also provided links to the unmasking, and to the reactions of some of the people our ungay ungirl not in Damascus has, in fact, done a deal of no good to.

Monday, 2 May 2011

Bin Bag

A rubbish bag designed to withstand seagull attack - by Totnesmartin at Wikimedia Commons - released by author into public domainOsama bin Laden has finally listened to public opinion and gone to hell, with US military assistance. Or if he is as wrong about the existence of hell as he was about everything else, he has at least gone down to Davy Jones, to which his slayers immediately consigned his carcass - which made me wonder a bit, and has been explained thusly:

US media reports said that the body was buried at sea to conform with Islamic practice of a burial within 24 hours and to prevent any grave becoming a shrine.

I do not wish anybody, not even Osama bin Laden and his blood-mad acolytes, in hell; but I am glad he has vacated my planet, and I won't say that often about anybody.

This was, if truly reported, no mean deed and no bad one. It was also not remotely worth the endless stream of mean and bad deeds that have led up to it over the last decade. It's hard to see how anything could be - the killing of one beaten, hate-hollowed, crazy-crafty butcher is way down the scale of "good things to warp a world-spanning civilization around". But now at least it's done, may we also be excused the warping, and call off the re-enactment of the Soviet Union's suicide dive into Afghan occupations? In fact, may we please call off the rolling War on Randoms altogether?

Because if this won't serve as a marker for the West to flip its default mode back from permanent State of War Emergency to approximate civil peace, I can't imagine what would. Let it end here, with the rubbish just got rid of.

Bring my neighbours home. Leave the strangers alone. We're done, or we never will be.

Sunday, 1 May 2011

The Wedding Song-and-Dance

How should a genial Tortoise Anarchist celebrate the fact that a guy and a gal got married the other day, and most of us got a holiday out of it? Well, it is certainly better to shut everything down to celebrate the wedding of harmless folk, than it is for the more usual reasons of Imperial progress or plutocratic shock-and-awe. Moreover, I am quite the booster of marriage, and in these unstable times when its very existence across the Western world stands under threat from officious government meddling, I think we ought to call a greater Art than any of mine to its aid.

So here are some ladies having some proper Mayish fun, singing two epithalamia or wedding-songs and a free bonus hymn to Aphrodite, in a merry recreation of the heyday of their author, called the Tenth Muse: honey-smiling, violet-weaving Sappho of Mytilene.