South Africa

He walked amoung us spreading the Word - and it was good....

"The urge of people in the developing world to heap scorn and spleen upon those in the developed is a curious one. In fact, to come across a young man living in a house made of goat dysentery, who spends his days in quivering prayer to a vengeful god (whose divine bipolar disorder ordains everything from thunderstorms to sexually transmitted diseases) and his nights in athletic and arbitrary fornication with any carbon-based, land-dwelling creature he can get his tattooed little hands on, one might be tempted to suggest that the developing world’s insistence that the developed is preoccupied with power, sex and righteousness is a case of the pot calling the kettle black.

 

Of course, one wouldn’t want to say this within earshot, since, given his vibrant and earthy connection with his native spirituality, he’d almost certainly assume that you’d heard the pot speaking, perhaps in a clear if brassy voice, and developing-world jurisprudence would be enlisted along with a good length of strong rope and a heap of kindling. It can never be a good thing when one’s trial on charges of witchcraft is halted briefly as the judge recounts with glee how he was winged just the week before by spiteful djinn disguised as an AK-47. And besides, one doesn’t want to be responsible for the inevitable pre-emptive burning of the neighbour’s pretty daughter, who is too pretty for her own good and who has been, you know, looking at decent citizens with those filthy pretty dark eyes of hers. Goddamn witch. Light-of-my-eye, put Junior on your shoulders so he can watch her sizzle."

 

Read it again.....pure genius...

Now you can move on to reading the rest.