Pendatang Keling

 

 

 

People, let’s get this straight.

 Keling

The word ‘Keling’ is considered to be derogatory for Indians. The word was derived from a fundamental understanding by older traders that Indians came from the Kalinga Empire of India. There was no such thing as ‘India’ or ‘Indian’ back then so dark skinned men from the West were referred to as ‘Kaling’ or ‘Keling’; derived from the name of the Empire that they are said to represent.

Now in the modern times, most people are unaware of the history behind the word and I’ve heard absurd explanations on its history. Truth is, ‘Keling’ is merely an out-of-date reference for Indians by unenlightened and ignorant Malaysians.

Should Indians feel hurt? Not at all! Why should Indians be hurt because of someone else’s ignorance? Indians should be humble and educate a moron who has used such a word, that an entire nation (India) has been established since the Kalinga Empire feudal days 2000 years ago. Why be dissuaded or let your emotions run amok because of a ‘word’?  

Words should never be penalised. There are NO racist words, only racist people. It is the racist you have to be bothered about, not the word. It is the purpose, the thought and the situation that Indians must be concerned about, not the word. The word is completely harmless. I don’t get offended when someone calls me a ‘Keling’ because I know it’s fuckin’ pointless and fuckin’ meaningless. Besides, I am a fuckin’ Keling! 2000 years ago, I would officially be known as a Keling! And I would have LOVED it!

Racists really wield power over you if they can use a word and get you to react. But just ignore it and dismiss it as a person’s ignorance and you’ll find yourself being liberated from the stereotype perpetuated on you.

  

Now, next word.

 

Pendatang.

Only a nation bankrupt on Reason and Logic can be offended by such a word. What the fuck are these people getting offended by? Everyone on this fuckin’ planet is a Pendatang. Everyone is a goddamn Immigrant. What do you think White Americans are? They are English Immigrants!!!

The great Human Migration kicked off 60,000 years ago. Previously, the Modern Man lived in the heartland of Africa and 2 million years before that the development of speech for the Prehistoric Man took place. Think about that! 2 million years ago, we couldn’t even fuckin’ talk! And now we get offended over a word?! To come this far, to develop language and now we bitch about it?! These people are a real waste of space!

Why give a shit about the labels people put on you? Why stigmatise yourself? Why be offended by what is essentially ‘the truth’?

Be happy that you have food, shelter and clothing for today. Be happy that your ancestors were smart enough to move and find this place so that you can be alive today! Be fuckin’ grateful to be alive today!

Besides, I proudly call myself a Pendatang because:

  

SAYA PENDATANG = I’M A CUMMER!

A Piece of Shit

 

 

 

 

I can never quite remember how I began my life. It was many lifetimes ago. Of what I can recollect, I remember coming out of a bovine’s ass a few days ago and falling to the ground very quickly and swiftly. I remember gazing at the clear blue sky above as the wind caressed me and took my scent across the fields.

 A big black beetle came along 2 nights later and began picking me apart. She rolled me into a ball and moved me to the edge of the field where she proceeded to lay her eggs into me. I waited patiently for a day in a dry and arid hole. I was beginning to dehydrate and dry up when I felt the young beetles hatching inside of me. They then began consuming me hastily from within and I was no more.

 I was now inside one of them; a brave young male beetle who tried moving as far as he could from where he was born. He went far indeed, tunneling through mini burrows and over gargantuan grassy leaves before he was crushed by the hoof of a running horse. I lay there partially drained under the sun before my remains and the carcass of the beetle was slurped up by a worm.

 The worm had a decent life living in an underground chasm for a few days. It eventually got weak and died under the roots of a plant. The plant grew and its roots began grabbing unto the decomposing worm and sucking what remained of his corpse. I moved from the belly of the worm to the fibers of the plant.

 It was a warm yet desolate moment in my life. Everything was bright, alien and seemed to resonate with a certain vibration. It was as if the plant was in constant interaction with all other plants; transferring independent thoughts that somehow seemed homogenous. A few days later, I saw a man walk up and grab the plant and then…. everything went blank.

 I was on a plate in a place where people dined. I remember this scene. I have been in a place like this before. It was called a Restaurant. Some man tucked into his Spinach and put it into his mouth and there I went into. Crushing blows knocked me around and I slid down into this gaping hole. I crashed into this dark and fowl place where this vile liquid was spewed all across me. It burnt! A few hours later I was sucked into one of his intestines and began getting compacted into a small brown cylindrical shape. I was discharged by the man later in the day in what seemed like a difficult effort for him. He groaned quite a bit as I was forced out into a pool of water.

 I moved steadily down an unlit tunnel with great speed and found my way into a great river where I was eaten by a small fish. The fish swam wildly and I had an opportunity to contemplate my fate – every lifetime becoming a little bit vaguer upon the next one. The fish eventually got sick after contracting an incurable disease caused by the immensely polluted river. He was eaten by a big bird as he lay dead by the side of the river.

 The bird flew over wide open moors and pastures. I have never felt so free before. Freedom was such a beautiful thing – to be everywhere while being nowhere. But it didn’t last long enough; I was removed unto a field in the middle of somewhere. I coated a seed which grew into a small plant and I resided for a brief while in its leaves.

 I witnessed the plant’s growth and it made me glad. I helped someone be alive. It was a memorable experience. ‘Aloneness’ and ‘innocence’ were the most profound experiences I’ve ever felt. Being one with all that was around me and yet being completely on my own to experience myself – what great joy!

 Two days later, the leaves I resided in were eaten by a cow that wandered into that part of the field. I landed on the ground a few days later and thought about my life – but I can never quite remember how I began my life. It was many lifetimes ago. Of what I can recollect, I remember coming out of a bovine’s ass a few days ago and falling to the ground…

The Ultimate Non-Conformity

 

Non-conformism is unreal.

 The very basis for “Society” or “Culture” is to allow for mass survival to take place.

 We vote for each other to forward our collective selfishness, perpetuate each others greed and we fund one another in the hopes that we can solidify more survival space. We constantly give up our independence for security, assist each other in instilling fear and we thrive on shaming anyone that differs. We all scratch each others back, take part in each others hypocrisies and continue to live in willful ignorance so that we can all Survive.

Sometimes I really think ‘life’ is worth giving up – The Ultimate Non-Conformity!

 

Smile

“Smile and the world smiles back at you!”…

 

It’s hard to say that in Darfur!

Equestrian

 

 

Horse riding is a sad activity. It seems to be reserved for people who are absolutely bored and who think of themselves way too highly.

To require the enslavement of an animal for pleasure is a pitiful thing! What ever happened to masturbation?

Or maybe horse masturbation; where then it might be a symbiotically fulfilling moment of pleasure.

Electricity

If you remove electricity from this world:

Capitalism will fall and Communism will start again!

Think about it!

Sex

Why is sex never described in the female perspective?

You never hear this:

Place the vagina over and around the penis. Allow the penis to be moved or rather to be thrust back and forth into the vagina a number of times. You may begin to feel a slight tingling sensation around your vaginal walls and feel a sudden secretion take place. Do not fret! This is a natural occurrence; it takes place whenever your body is sexually aroused or your body anticipates sexual activity to take place. The secretion acts as a lubricant to mitigate the friction caused by the penis when it moves through your vagina; this is to ensure no harm or tear is caused to the vaginal walls. The lubrication also allows for the penis to move swiftly and smoothly through the vaginal canal without affecting your sexual partner’s performance.

You may begin to feel a sudden rush of blood to your head. Once again do not fret! This is perfectly normal. Your body is beginning to prepare itself for a highly physical activity and therefore you will notice your heart rate accelerate and an increase in lung action. As a result of this, you may find yourself breathing heavily; do not try to breathe normally, allow your impulses to dictate your breathing rhythm. An erection of nipples is to be foreseen.

You will, if your partner engages things in the right way, notice a charge begin to develop at the base of your stomach as it begins to work its way up your entire body before it ignites into a fiery explosion of euphoria and bliss that sees you lose all sense of control over your current physical state. You will, immediately after be pulled into a moment of static divinity where time will stand still and universal perfection would seem to have been achieved! As moments pass away, you are returned back slowly into your neutral state of existence where you might notice a severely wet bed. Once again, do not fret at all! This is completely expected. It is just your body’s way of saying – “Hey, that was orgasmic!”

The News Today

A few weeks back I saw this caption running on the television screen, below the news anchor, on an international news network.

“4 marines killed in Afghan border”

I said to myself –

“What the fuck?! No wonder people are so desensitized. A media company has justified its ‘reporting’ of an event by a bunch of letters on a screen”.

That there is the problem with the media and people!

People never quite get to see the true horrors of war so they become passive, indifferent and blind as to what a war is.

‘Decency’, ‘Morality’ and ‘Taste’ – Categories invented by warmongers aka policymakers to manufacture consent, program choices and lull the senses. In order to achieve this, they go on to create ‘Broadcasting Regulations’, ‘Censorship Boards’ and ‘Television Ratings’ to carry out the task of controlling the information you receive, effectively reducing your ability to express anything that can be considered – ‘your own thoughts’.

I want my news to be completely unfiltered and to be made completely public; dedicated to the people of the world regardless of whether they’re 50 years old or 5 years old.

I want to see:

A gargantuan explosion that starts in the middle the desert engulfing in flames everything within a radius of 1 kilometre. 9 seconds later I want to see a guy limping out of this huge blazing inferno with half of his body set on fire, his left foot missing, his left arm gripping unto his last remaining testicle and his right hand holding his severed left hand. As he is limping away, he starts having uncontrollable diarrhoea which ends up putting some of the fire on him off. He finally begins to piss on himself in the hopes that he gets to put off the remaining fire.

The camera cues away and immediately thereafter an advertisement for Kentucky Fried Chicken’s latest BBQ chicken wings with Arabian spices comes on!

I want to see:

An intense battle between the Taliban and the American forces to which the Taliban suddenly find themselves out of ammunition. They decide to put an American POW into a cannon and shoot him straight at the rotor of a US Apache helicopter circling ahead of them. The body hits the rotor and the chopper comes crashing to the ground while minced pieces of the soldier’s body gets blown by the wind and falls on the rooftops of 200 hungry and starving Afghan family nearby. The offering from the sky allows them to have a feast and stay nourished as well as alive for another 23 days:-

Part of the great cycle of life and death!

I want to see:

A sniper placed in the North, getting his brains blown out by a sniper in the East. 10 seconds later, the sniper in the East gets his head shot by a sniper in the South. 4 Seconds later the sniper in the South notices a sniper in the West as both fire at each other at the same time and both had a perfect shot. The caption in the news reads:

“4 US snipers shot each other after they had mistook themselves for Iraqi insurgents”

I bet you, if this is the kind of stuff they showed on the news, with good angles and repeat coverage – The war will be over in no time!

And you have to make sure kids see it as well. You CAN’T have any of that “disturbing images”, “parental guidance” or “viewer discretion” bullshit. Kids have got to have a good knowledge on ‘What they are signing up for?’ when they join the military and what “Freedom” looks like for others halfway across the world!

It is times like this that I often ask myself – What would Jesus bomb?

Silence

Silence is Golden.

I cannot think of a more fathomable truth. If each of us, every single human being, just took a little while upon waking to be silent and just contemplate on our existence as a person, as a person within this society, as a society within this planet, as a species within this galaxy and as this ‘Life’ in this universe; we might then realise that we’re all just a single consciousness experiencing ourselves in our own personal way(s).

Study Hard. Your Parents Love You!

Young People: We are worried, about what our parents think about the people we are with; so we keep our relationships secret from them!

Question: Are your parents supposed to stop you from loving someone else?

Answer: Yes, they are supposed to make sure you’re drafted into a world of pointless careerism and indentured servitude. Where you, like them, will be paired with another success driven nut whose goal in life is to gain excess weight and materialism before discharging two more children that will be overprotected, subjugated and emotionally burdened; just like Yourself!

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