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Out of the night that covers me,
black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance,
my head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
looms but the horror of the shade,
and yet the menace of the years
finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
how charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.


Drifter: Tuesday, October 31, 2006

I hate dumb jingoistic motherfuckers

Cricket: India's unofficial official game. It's hard to see why. This "team" has done its best to dash the hopes of a billion [or something like that] people to pieces time and time again.
Come a pressure situation and they fail spectacularly and recite the same hackneyed verse over and over: "the other team was simply too good for us and this has been a learning experience. We will do our best [to fail again] next time."
This fan club - freshly christened "The Blue Billion" AKA "Bharat Army" [in NO WAY connected to the Indian Army] - is apparently blind. It simply refuses to fire up a few cranial cells and pierce the flimsy veil of bullshit that separates fact from fiction.
This is what I observe. I wonder if the Blue Billion does...
. All the time they're "learning", they fly first class, stay in nothing less than five star hotels and wallow in money.
. They have all the time in the world for product endorsements but don't have any to do what they're really getting paid for. It's surprising how quickly they "learn" to endorse cola and shit.
. They're under contract to an entity that was based in London and now is based in Dubai, yet they claim to be "patriots playing for their country". Fuck this nonsense, they're just playing to make a quick buck. This is apparent when a new face comes and creates waves and after a few brand endorsement contracts, becomes another liability.
. If Felipe Massa - a nobody compared to all the ace drivers this season - can take a race driven by the sheer sight of 30000 Brazillians cheering for him, why the heck can't the dipshits - collectively called "Team India" - win a goddamn final given all they ever will need and being the objects of adulation of a billion people - some of who will immolate themselves for them?

And then there are the fans. These people just beg to be suckered by somebody over and over and over again. Just use the magic word - patriotism - and they'll drop down on their knees and suck your dick.
These people will die and kill for a game. They'll turn a technical discussion about a simple game into a war between two countries and will introduce words like "traitor" into these discussions.
They don't know why they even support who they support. Their reasons are more like excuses. Show me a reason why they like some player form Team India and Ill show you a player from another country who has done it better.
They can't be possibly in love with the game. They only want to feel like they've "conquered" or "vanquished" somebody. Impotent pricks.

I love the Carribean, Brit and Tasman crowds. They come to the game to have fun. They lie half naked on the grass with beers and DJs spinning records at either end of the stadium.
They don't hang to cages - there are no cages - like rabid monkeys. Sure, they're want their team to win and give the other side a tough time, but importantly, they're discerning and cool. Cricket isn't their life; it's just good fun.

There's the media. Objective is the last thing they are.
You have airheads all over the place. Dumb women like Mandira Bedi whose entire cricketing vocabulary will fit in her asshole. No, scratch that. Her's must be wide and well used. MY asshole [I swear nobody has sodomized me till date].
Just two sentences: "(My intuition says) we [Team India] will win" [before the match] and "The other team played well but I'm very disappointed we [Team India] didn't win" [after the match]. On the rare occasion "Team India" does win, she's too high jumping up and down chattering like a monkey to speak coherently.
The only thing one would notice about her in the show is her plunging neckline.

Corporations have a field day with these jingoistic fools. While gullible people are busy eating manure like "Hoo ha India [... ...] India", they're laughing all the way to the bank.
Check this ad out before and after "Team India" got kicked out of the Champions Trophy.

Mr. Maharaja, decide which side you are on and STICK TO IT.
The little text box to the left of the pictures is a small portion of the "Blue Billion" that wastes its time "analyzing" why "India" lost and cussing A or B or C or D.

ASSHOLES!! NOBODY GIVES A RAT'S ASS! I HATE YOU JINGOISTIC ASSHOLES WHEN YOU BRAND SOMEONE UNPATRIOTIC OR TRAITOR WHEN HE CALLS SHIT SHIT. GET A LIFE... GET SOME PERSPECTIVE... GROW A SPINE. OR JUST BURN IN HELL.