Fascinating History

Losing the Crimean war was one of the reasons Czar Alexander II (The Liberator) emancipated the serfs in February 1861, realizing, as he did, that Russia would need free men to defend the country in the future. No doubt this influenced Lincoln's decision to emancipate America's slaves in 1863 and have the freed men help fight on the Union's side - which they did.

Other Lincoln/Kennedy coincidences to Czar Alexander II are that all three were assassinated to thwart their policies of freedom and equality for their people, and all three were conjectured to have been assassinated by the same forces, ie an ancient global brotherhood conspiring toward tyrannical world domination.

If Lincoln had lived to fulfill another term, his 13th Amendment would have enforced the abolition of slavery and his policies for post-war Reconstruction would have disempowered the masterminds behind the South seceding from the Union and causing the Civil War. Instead, Lincoln's successor - coincidently Johnson - pardoned high-level Confederates and allowed them back in Congress.

After Czar Alexander II's assassination in 1881 some of his emancipation policies were thwarted by his successor, his son Czar Alexander III, who was intimidated by the brotherhood who had assassinated his father and who, after his death in 1894, assassinated his son and successor, Czar Nicholas II, in 1917.

This same brotherhood put the Communists in power in Russia in 1917 and it was their war ships that were threatening America during Kennedy's presidency in 1962.

Other uncanny coincidences:

- Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846

- Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946

- Lincoln was elected president in 1860

- Kennedy was elected president in 1960

- Kennedy had a secretary named Lincoln

- War was thrust upon Lincoln almost immediately after inauguration

- War was thrust upon Kennedy almost immediately after inauguration

- Lincoln ordered the Treasury to print its own money

- Kennedy ordered the Treasury to print its own money

- Lincoln gave African Americans freedom and legalized equality

- Kennedy enforced equality for African Americans

-Lincoln delivered the Gettysburg Address on November 19, 1863

- Kennedy was assassinated on November 22, 1963

- Lincoln was succeeded, after assassination, by vice-president Johnson

- Kennedy was succeeded, after assassination, by vice-president Johnson

- Andrew Johnson was born in 1808

- Lyndon Johnson was born in 1908

- Andrew Johnson had a pug nose and slicked-back hair

- Lyndon Johnson had a pug nose and slicked-back hair

- Lincoln was shot on a Friday

- Kennedy was shot on a Friday

- Lincoln was shot in a theatre named Ford

- Kennedy was shot in a car named Lincoln made by Ford

- Lincoln was shot in a theatre and his assassin ran to a warehouse

- JFK was shot from a warehouse and his alleged assassin ran to a theatre

-Lincoln's assassin had a three-worded name, John Wilkes Booth

- Kennedy's alleged assassin had a three-worded name, Lee Harvey Oswald

- John Wilkes Boothe was born in 1839 (s/b 1838)

- Lee Harvey Oswald was born in 1939

- Booth was shot and killed* in police custody before going to trial

- Oswald was shot and killed in police custody before going to trial

- Andrew Johnson was a heavy drinker with crude behavior

- Lyndon Johnson was a heavy drinker with crude behavior

- There were conspiracy theories that Johnson was knowledgeable about Lincoln's assassination

- There were conspiracy theories that Johnson was knowledgeable about Kennedy's assassination

- Lincoln lost a child (12 year old son) to death while President

- Kennedy lost a child (newly born son) to death while President

-Lincoln had 2 sons named Robert and Edward. Edward died young and Robert lived on.

- Kennedy had 2 brothers named Robert and Edward. Robert died young and Edward lived on

-Lincoln was sitting in a rocking chair at Ford's Theater when he was shot

- Kennedy had a special rocking chair he sat in at the White House

- Henry Ford bought the rocking chair Lincoln died in and put it in his museum in Dearborn

-John Kennedy is the name of the real-life detective who traveled in the train with President Lincoln in 1860

-In 1863, the Tsar sent the war fleet of the Russian empire to President Lincoln during the American civil war.

Lincoln was influenced by the Tzar's emancipation of the serfs.

- In 1962, during the Kennedy presidency, a fleet of Russian ships transporting instruments of war were steaming towards America with less benign intent

View and Counterview

Actual History: http://www.dismalworld.com/disputes/kashmir.php

Noted writer Arundhati Roy Tuesday said her speeches supporting the call for azadi were what "millions" in Kashmir say every day and were "fundamentally a call for justice". Following is the full text of the statement that she has issued.

"I write this from Srinagar, Kashmir.

This morning's papers say that I may be arrested on charges of sedition for what I have said at recent public meetings on Kashmir. I said what millions of people here say every day. I said what I, as well as other commentators have written and said for years. Anybody who cares to read the transcripts of my speeches will see that they were fundamentally a call for justice. I spoke about justice for the people of Kashmir who live under one of the most brutal military occupations in the world; for Kashmiri Pandits who live out the tragedy of having been driven out of their homeland; for Dalit soldiers killed in Kashmir whose graves I visited on garbage heaps in their villages in Cuddalore; for the Indian poor who pay the price of this occupation in material ways and who are now learning to live in the terror of what is becoming a police state.

"Yesterday I traveled to Shopian, the apple-town in South Kashmir which had remained closed for 47 days last year in protest against the brutal rape and murder of Asiya and Nilofer, the young women whose bodies were found in a shallow stream near their homes and whose murderers have still not been brought to justice. I met Shakeel, who is Nilofer's husband and Asiya's brother. We sat in a circle of people crazed with grief and anger who had lost hope that they would ever get 'insaf'—justice—from India, and now believed that Azadi—freedom— was their only hope. I met young stone pelters who had been shot through their eyes. I traveled with a young man who told me how three of his friends, teenagers in Anantnag district, had been taken into custody and had their finger-nails pulled out as punishment for throwing stones.

"In the papers some have accused me of giving 'hate-speeches', of wanting India to break up. On the contrary, what I say comes from love and pride. It comes from not wanting people to be killed, raped, imprisoned or have their finger-nails pulled out in order to force them to say they are Indians. It comes from wanting to live in a society that is striving to be a just one. Pity the nation that has to silence its writers for speaking their minds. Pity the nation that needs to jail those who ask for justice, while communal killers, mass murderers, corporate scamsters, looters, rapists, and those who prey on the poorest of the poor, roam free."

COUNTERVIEW:

Sunny N. says:

October 28, 2010 at 12:09 PM

Well the freedom movement did not ask the British to get all of us together on the same platform. If Kashmiris want all of J&K to be freed why don’t they first talk to each other. The Valley Sunnis , the Bakarwals and Gujjars , the Pandits , the Jammu Dogras and try and form an informal body that has one common aim. It is the easiest thing in the world to throw stones , any boy who throws them on dogs knows it. The problem is taking the dog for a walk , to the vet and feeding it. Arundhati Roy and her ilk are hysterical abstractionists who refuse to see strategic realities.Arundhati Roy is a “gutter-inspector” . She and many others like her float on the slick they form on India and the garbage they endlessly chuck on her.I pity the Nation that has an intellectual class that has no love , passion or understanding for the land – they either want to be somewhere else or want us to be someone else . If they knew the soul of this land and sang in its languages they might still have a chance to experience “Azadi” . They are brides of Angst . These Perpetually Self-flagellating Endlessly Unhappy and Despairing Oracles – P.S.E.U.D.O.People like Arundhati Roy are town-criers who have no patience with solid-detailing. They live in a fantasy land where either revolutionaries will find answers or you keep screaming blue till the day of judgement happens. They have no experience of running any income generating project or the managing of any business/farm or administering/governing a village . So called “creative” people are free from the daily logistics of running a society so they can easily like big consultants keep setting unreal parameters. I know people who have done solid path-breaking work on local solutions and without much hoo-haa.

Arundhati Roy , if she was not a sensationalist would have seen thousands of such experiments where people have thought through on how to create sustainable communities . Like that soldier-villager Anna Hazare who transformed a village Ralegaon Siddhi and now runs a Village Planning Institute in Maharshtra.

People like Arundhati make violence fashionable and run from one movement to another because they have no staying power. She can stay on course with Narmada or Kashmir or Chattisgarh. She dreams of being the voice of all oppressed everywhere. There are many better representatives in all those areas and as for strategic or seminal thought , she has not given a single one. She is the disease of our age , all packaging.

Facing Windows...a letter

My dear Simone.

After you, red is no longer red.

The blue of the sky is no longer blue.

The trees are no longer green.

I have to search for colors in the yearnings I have for us.

After you, I miss even the pain that made our love timid and secret.

I miss the waiting, the relinquishing,

the coded messages.

The stolen glances in a world full of blind people

who didn't want to see,

because if they'd seen us it would have been their shame,

their hatred,

their cruelty.

I regret I haven't had the courage to ask your forgiveness

and that is why I can no longer even look inside your window.

That is where I always saw you, even when I didn't know your name,

and you dreamed of a better world.

A world where a tree was not forbidden to be a tree.

Or for blue to become the sky.

I don't know if this is a better world.

How can I say this is a better world?

How can I say that without you?

Your Caring Beloved

A gift of a diamond and your burnt heart’s wound has arrived

Congratulations, Asad! your caring beloved has arrived

jirdhat tohfih, almas armughan, dagh-e-jiggar hadiyah

mub arkabad Asad, ghmamkahr-e jan-e dardmand aya

~Original in Persian by Ghalib

The news came today my lover by night might come.

I lay my head on the road by which he would come.

The desert gazelles were holding their heads in their hands,

Hoping he would hunt the day he comes.

The pull of my love will not keep him still.

If to my funeral he couldn't make it, to my grave he'd surely come.

My soul has now come to my lips, come so that I may live

After I die, what purpose if you come?

Khabaram raseed imshab ki nigaar khuahi aamad;

Sar-e man fidaa-e raah-e ki sawaar khuahi aamad.

Ham-e aahwan-e sehra sar-e khud nihada bar kaf;

Ba-umeed aanki rozi bashikaar khuahi aamad.

Kashishi ki ishq daarad naguzaradat badinsaa;

Ba-janazah gar nayai ba-mazaar khuahi aamad.

Balabam raseed jaanam fabiya ki zindah maanam;

Pas azan ki man na-maanam bacha kar khuahi aaamad.

~Original in Persian by Amir Khusrau

A song stuck in my head

it's a little bit like Sun when your smile is focused on me

with Stars in your eyes

it reminds me of Summers up north where the clear winds will blow

through the mountains with Snow

but it can all turn Around as i know

with the words You say before you go

nothing can change us from Being ourselves

and i'm left here in town with Nothing as help

sometimes your Words make me Happy or Angry or Sad

it depends, how i Feel

if i feel Strong there's a Chance that i'll laugh at your notes

that tells me you're Gone

but it can all Turn around as i know

with a change of weather, yes then i'll be Low

anything Done and said on my part

can keep us together or pull us Apart

i know there is Something between us, my love

it's Stronger than what we can break

it'll keep us Together forever, my love

it's like we have Nothing to say

it's raining in new york

and i know what it feels like

cause i've walked 3rd avenue

with tears in my eyes

it's raining in l.a.

and i know what it feels like

cause i see those tears

come through when we try .....

--Oh Laura

One of the best-written songs of all time, by Bob Dylan

Just a minute before you leave girl

Just a minute before you touch the door

What is it that you're trying to achieve, girl ?

Do you think we can talk about it some more ?

You know, the streets are filled with vipers

Who've lost all ray of hope

You know, it ain't even safe no more

In the palace of the Pope.

Don't fall apart on me tonight

I just don't think that I could handle it

Don't fall apart on me tonight

Yesterday's just a memory

Tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be

And I need you, yeah.

Come over here from over there, girl

Sit down here, you can have my chair

I can't see us going anywhere, girl

The only place open is a thousand miles away and I can't take you there

I wish I'd have been a doctor

Maybe I'd have saved some life that had been lost

Maybe I'd have done some good in the world

'Stead of burning every bridge I crossed.

Don't fall apart on me tonight

I just don't think that I could handle it

Don't fall apart on me tonight

Yesterday's just a memory

Tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be

And I need you, yeah.

I ain't too good at conversation, girl

So you might not know exactly how I feel

But if I could, I'd bring bring you to the mountaintop, girl

And build you a house made out of stainless steel

But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting

That's hanging in the Louvre

My throat start to tickle and my nose itches

But I know that I can't move.

Don't fall apart on me tonight

I just don't think that I could handle it

Don't fall apart on me tonight

Yesterday's gone but the past lives on

Tomorrow's just one step beyond

And I need you, yeah.

Who are these people who are walking towards you

Do you know them or will there be a fight ?

With their humorless smiles so easy to see through

Can they tell you what's wrong from what's right ?

Do you remember St. James Street

Where you blew Jackie P.'s mind ?

You were so fine, Clark Gable would have fell at your feet

And laid his life on the line.

Let's try to get beneath the surface waste, girl

No more booby traps and bombs

No more decadence and charm

No more affection that's misplaced, girl

No more mudcake creatures lying in your arms

What about that millionaire with the drumsticks in his pants ?

He looked so baffled and so bewildered

When he played and we didn't dance.

Don't fall apart on me tonight

I just don't think that I could handle it

Don't fall apart on me tonight

Yesterday's just a memory

Tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be

And I need you, yeah.

really nice article...wish someone would have written it in India...hats off Fasi boy!

Pakistan, you are a failed state. Not because of Zardari. Not because of America. But because you are a failed people, all of us undeserving of sympathy. We are diseased, rotten to every brain stem, world please make an impenetrable fence around us, keep us all in so we don’t spread it to other people, other countries.

These were words I posted on a social networking website. I have an unusually negative mindset these days. It happened after I saw the video of the two teenage brothers brutally clubbed to death by a crowd frenzied with blood thirst in Sialkot. The police watched gleefully. The video has blurs at certain parts, but even this sensible sensitivity does not prevent one from seeing mists of blood flaying from the heads of these teens as they are hit relentlessly, and remorselessly, again and again.

The murderous crowd was truly representative of the richness of Pakistan. Some wear jeans, others shalwar kameez, some were bearded, others clean shaven. The Pakistanis had gotten together to have some fun.

Do not be shocked. This wasn’t isolated, it’s just that the crowd wanted to make sure their orgasmic moment could be captured for later viewing, at one’s pleasure. We blame our ill-educated brethren for the barbarity we witness, but that’s a self-serving lie.

The middle and upper classes are immune to education it seems. They hold opinions of everyday violence even if they have never raised their hand at anyone. If you believe Jews are the scum of the earth, all Ahmadis deserve to die or that Hindus are inferior, well why not two teenage boys?

I want Pakistanis to feel shame, in fact a substantial loss of self-esteem would be great. This is the only way for us to begin to doubt ourselves and the incessant excuses we make. Yes, the world is right to add restrictions on our visas, to see us as dangerous. If for even a while we felt we were the cockroaches of the human race, maybe we would get to the point we stopped the lies we tell ourselves and let this continue.

The fact is, if we had real democracy, there would be no internet in Pakistan, women would not be allowed out of their homes, education would come to a standstill and we would begin a programme of killing off every minority. Thank you corrupt generals and politicians, you keep this at bay with some sense of being answerable to a world that still has some humanity in it, even if you don’t.

And please, no excuses, no excuses. Don’t give us that, “If only there was true Islam they would be better”. I think a thousand years is enough, we can’t wait longer. And there was no America in existence for most of that, or even western colonialism.

You want to know just how sociopathic we are? In response to these killings some are happy to say we deserve earthquakes and floods. Typical. Don’t change yourself, but give credit to the indiscriminate and inhumane forces of nature. The floods are a tragedy, an atrocity and should never be used to bolster an argument that really only demands self-reflection.

And please, in your self-reflection don’t call us animals, most of them are benign vegetarians.

Also don’t blame Sialkot; they were just unlucky because they are subject to scrutiny. There is so much more out there.

There is such a sense of sickening moral superiority in Pakistanis, it needs to be addressed. All we care about is foreign policy, eager to point out the hypocrisies of the world, silent on our domestic, or even local life. Why should the world take what you say seriously, why should you be a regional power, or a leader in the comity of Islamic nations?

Truth is, there is only one way to get change, and it’s not hanging the people who killed these boys. It is raising your voice to contradict people who advocate death for others, no matter who they are speaking of. To internalise that murder of any kind, for anyone is wrong. Sounds easy? Well just try it.

Published in The Express Tribune, August 24th, 2010.

For the original post, visit http://tribune.com.pk/story/42158/pakistan%E2%80%99s-human-cockroaches/