Cyber terrorism originating from the US and Europe must stop. I recall having McAfee Anti-Virus on my computer and watching with horror, a world map of the sources of such malicious attacks; they came from the so-called centres of the 'New World' and the 'civilized advanced nations' in our direction. Is there a law in place to protect us from these monsters?
Many talk-show hosts, stand-up comedians and their fans love insulting God, His books and the prophets he sent for our guidance. Non-sense must be stopped; freedom of speech does not mean THIS!
It is appalling how those who earlier felt quite amused by the abuse hurled at what is dear to Muslims are now bemoaning the recent FaceBook debacle.
Shameless indeed are those who do not hold owners of such websites responsible for the filth they allow to be published against Muslims. The Pakistan Telecommunication Authority (PTA) knows it all too and has asked the ISPs to block many offensive websites, and perhaps soon the High Court will 'do more' for our saviours in Washing-ton.
Please read '440 Volts Jolt' in the sidebar; my profile says it all. We need to openly condemn all turncoats, collaborators and traitors amongst us and elsewhere whose mission in life is to create unrest leading to wars. The world will not come to an end if there is no FaceBook, Wikipedia, Twitter or YouTube.
Each Muslim who prays sends out an SMS to every other Muslim. Let us see how satanic technology can block this!
NEWS JUST IN:
WASHINGTON: An American cartoonist whose work inspired the controversial “Everybody Draw Muhammed Page” on Facebook has condemned the effort and issued an apology to Muslims. Molly Norris, of Seattle, drew a cartoon in April to protest the decision by the US television channel Comedy Central to cancel an episode of the popular show “South Park” over its depiction of the Prophet Muhammed (PBUH).
In her cartoon, Norris satirically proposed May 20 as an “Everybody Draw Muhammed Day”.
“I apologise to Muslims and ask that this ‘day’ be called off,” the American cartoonist said.
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Friday, 21 May 2010
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Sunday, 16 May 2010
Bollywood Song Parodies By Tahir Gul Hasan
Dear music lovers:
It all started with great innocence and soon developed into something very lethal.
First the Press Trust Of India noticed what I was doing to their Bollywood songs. Then came along India's CATCH NEWS e-zine which covered my parodies with an article titled: New twist to old Bollywood songs, courtesy an ardent Pakistani fan. On both occasions, it was journalist Lamat R Hasan who spread the good news.
So here it is, all of the songs in one blog along with their web links.
Enjoy!
***
28) What Shall I Preach To You, Doll Rubber?
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-shall-i-preach-to-you-doll-rubber.html
27) Ranch, Love-Gum, Woes
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2010/03/ranch-love-gum-woes.html
26) From Behind Your (Fake) Eyelashes
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/12/from-behind-your-fake-eyelashes.html
25) Shall I Kill Thee Or What?
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/12/shall-i-kill-thee-or-what.html
24) O Hidden One (Under My Bed), Appear Before Me!
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-hidden-one-under-my-bed-appear-before.html
23) I Earn Abundantly But The Earnings Go Under
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-earn-abundantly-but-earnings-go-under.html
22) Eena, Meena, Deeka
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/eena-meena-deeka.html
21) This Is Not A ChooRhi (Sweeperess)
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-not-choorhisweeperess.html
20) Can't You Hug Her?
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-you-hug-her.html
19) The Job Of The Broken Porcelain) Dil(do)
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/job-of-broken-porcelain-dildo.html
18) Come Here To My Hot Zoo
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/come-here-to-my-hot-zoo.html
17) The Poppy Scorpion's Singer Mounted Me!
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/poppy-scorpions-singer-mounted-me.html
16) I Swear Upon The Shame(ful) Gum
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-swear-upon-shameful-gum.html
15) I'm Paula Abdul's Lyricist
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-paula-abduls-lyricst.html
14) From Your (Moulin Rouge) World
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-your-moulin-rouge-world.html
13) That Love-Gum Of Yours Was Just An X-cuse
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-love-gum-of-yours-was-just-x-cuse.html
12) It Doesn't Matter If You Don't Play (Doc-Doc) With Me
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-doesnt-matter-if-you-dont-play-doc.html
11) (Hey Babe) The French Letters That I Wrote To You
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-babe-french-letters-that-i-wrote-to.html
10) My Foe, May You Thirst For My (Pen-prick)Friendship
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-foe-may-you-thirst-for-my-pen.html
9) Is That Not Him?
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-that-not-him.html
8) Feeling Helpless, She May Have Chosen To Forget Me
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/feeling-helpless-she-may-have-chosen-to.html
7) That Thing Which Is In You (Ooh...Babe)
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-thing-which-is-in-you-oohbabe.html
6) What Have You Promised Me (O Mother Of 13 Royal Ones)?
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-youve-promised-me-o-mother-of-13.html
5) Let The Flowers Touch Your Feet (Baby, Baby, Baby!)
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-flowers-touch-your-feet-baby-baby.html
4) My Eyes Became Tearful As I Thought Of You (Baby, Baby...)
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-eyes-became-tearful-as-i-thought-of.html
3) Let Both Of Us Become Strangers Once Again
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-both-of-us-become-strangers-once.html
2) What Came To Your Mind, O Creator Of The World?
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-came-to-your-mind-o-creator-of.html
1) If I'm Separated From You
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-im-separated-from-you.html
It all started with great innocence and soon developed into something very lethal.
First the Press Trust Of India noticed what I was doing to their Bollywood songs. Then came along India's CATCH NEWS e-zine which covered my parodies with an article titled: New twist to old Bollywood songs, courtesy an ardent Pakistani fan. On both occasions, it was journalist Lamat R Hasan who spread the good news.
So here it is, all of the songs in one blog along with their web links.
Enjoy!
***
28) What Shall I Preach To You, Doll Rubber?
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-shall-i-preach-to-you-doll-rubber.html
27) Ranch, Love-Gum, Woes
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2010/03/ranch-love-gum-woes.html
26) From Behind Your (Fake) Eyelashes
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/12/from-behind-your-fake-eyelashes.html
25) Shall I Kill Thee Or What?
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/12/shall-i-kill-thee-or-what.html
24) O Hidden One (Under My Bed), Appear Before Me!
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-hidden-one-under-my-bed-appear-before.html
23) I Earn Abundantly But The Earnings Go Under
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-earn-abundantly-but-earnings-go-under.html
22) Eena, Meena, Deeka
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/eena-meena-deeka.html
21) This Is Not A ChooRhi (Sweeperess)
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-not-choorhisweeperess.html
20) Can't You Hug Her?
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-you-hug-her.html
19) The Job Of The Broken Porcelain) Dil(do)
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/job-of-broken-porcelain-dildo.html
18) Come Here To My Hot Zoo
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/come-here-to-my-hot-zoo.html
17) The Poppy Scorpion's Singer Mounted Me!
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/poppy-scorpions-singer-mounted-me.html
16) I Swear Upon The Shame(ful) Gum
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-swear-upon-shameful-gum.html
15) I'm Paula Abdul's Lyricist
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-paula-abduls-lyricst.html
14) From Your (Moulin Rouge) World
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-your-moulin-rouge-world.html
13) That Love-Gum Of Yours Was Just An X-cuse
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-love-gum-of-yours-was-just-x-cuse.html
12) It Doesn't Matter If You Don't Play (Doc-Doc) With Me
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-doesnt-matter-if-you-dont-play-doc.html
11) (Hey Babe) The French Letters That I Wrote To You
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-babe-french-letters-that-i-wrote-to.html
10) My Foe, May You Thirst For My (Pen-prick)Friendship
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-foe-may-you-thirst-for-my-pen.html
9) Is That Not Him?
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-that-not-him.html
8) Feeling Helpless, She May Have Chosen To Forget Me
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/feeling-helpless-she-may-have-chosen-to.html
7) That Thing Which Is In You (Ooh...Babe)
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-thing-which-is-in-you-oohbabe.html
6) What Have You Promised Me (O Mother Of 13 Royal Ones)?
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-youve-promised-me-o-mother-of-13.html
5) Let The Flowers Touch Your Feet (Baby, Baby, Baby!)
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-flowers-touch-your-feet-baby-baby.html
4) My Eyes Became Tearful As I Thought Of You (Baby, Baby...)
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-eyes-became-tearful-as-i-thought-of.html
3) Let Both Of Us Become Strangers Once Again
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-both-of-us-become-strangers-once.html
2) What Came To Your Mind, O Creator Of The World?
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-came-to-your-mind-o-creator-of.html
1) If I'm Separated From You
http://writersblocktgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-im-separated-from-you.html
Saturday, 8 May 2010
Being Economically Dressed In Ukraine
The West always oppresses and taunts Muslim women for covering their faces and sometimes, entire bodies. They obviously never look at modestly dressed Christian nuns; such are the snide moves that the secularists make—not that I advocate that awful full-body battle apparel called ‘Burqa’.
Our women can and do protest but mostly in their feminine hearts. By contrast, the liberated Western women expose themselves to their admirers to sometimes launch completely or partially nude protests in full view of the public. Let us not call their condition ‘nude’ but rather one where they are very economically clad—thanks to this itch to unclothe due to global warming. Their unhappy exposure appears to have some link with the climate change that we are told is taking place all around Al Gore and his pseudo science thugs.
Ukraine is a great country—it is unfortunate that comedian Borat only spanks Kazakistan in his comedy shows (watch his movie: ‘Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan’). So what wrong did Ukraine do? They did this. Four young women—very economically dressed from the waist up—forcefully moved into a Ukrainian polling station to hold an unruly protest just before a candidate in the country’s presidential election cast his ballot there. One can imagine the effect that might have had on the poor male voters lined up to—of all the things—push a piece of paper into a barren ballot box.
Photographers are lucky people by a poor deprived person’s standards. An AFP photographer saw the women, members of a small feminist group called ‘Femen’ known for staging eye-catching protests, being hustled out of the Kiev polling station by security guards (let us call them ‘Naked Fight Coordinators’) before candidate Viktor Yanukovich showed up to vote. And poor Viktor Yanukovich missed the entire flesh exposure. I think he might have rejoiced in the fact that it does not matter who castes the votes, what matters is who counts them.
“Enough raping our democracy!” shouted the protesters, who held signs with slogans such as ‘Help! Rape!’ and wore nothing except for jeans and strips of green electrical tape.
Whether pasting green electrical tape on one’s chest or being a Greenpeace activist, anything green is considered good these days—now that the politicians have run out of promises.
When Ukrainian women are so open about politics, one need not worry about the silent men. The women told reporters they were protesting ‘the end of democracy’ in Ukraine and not specifically against Yanukovich or in favour of his rival, Prime Minister Yulia Tymoshenko. We are not told what the men said about the demise of democracy.
Femen, whose members are mostly university students, attracted international attention last summer when it held a protest against Ukraine’s sex tourism trade where activists picketed in central Kiev wearing bras and panties.
If taking one’s clothes off as part of public protest is what they call true democracy and freedom of speech, Pakistan’s debauched elites would love to listen to overt American suggestions while ignoring the calls of all bearded and veiled tyrants.
Bras and panties cover, they hold things together nicely. The reason why Russia broke up into many small countries is that they ran out of red bras and panties that previously held together the Communist political system of the same colour.
Our women can and do protest but mostly in their feminine hearts. By contrast, the liberated Western women expose themselves to their admirers to sometimes launch completely or partially nude protests in full view of the public. Let us not call their condition ‘nude’ but rather one where they are very economically clad—thanks to this itch to unclothe due to global warming. Their unhappy exposure appears to have some link with the climate change that we are told is taking place all around Al Gore and his pseudo science thugs.
Ukraine is a great country—it is unfortunate that comedian Borat only spanks Kazakistan in his comedy shows (watch his movie: ‘Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan’). So what wrong did Ukraine do? They did this. Four young women—very economically dressed from the waist up—forcefully moved into a Ukrainian polling station to hold an unruly protest just before a candidate in the country’s presidential election cast his ballot there. One can imagine the effect that might have had on the poor male voters lined up to—of all the things—push a piece of paper into a barren ballot box.
Photographers are lucky people by a poor deprived person’s standards. An AFP photographer saw the women, members of a small feminist group called ‘Femen’ known for staging eye-catching protests, being hustled out of the Kiev polling station by security guards (let us call them ‘Naked Fight Coordinators’) before candidate Viktor Yanukovich showed up to vote. And poor Viktor Yanukovich missed the entire flesh exposure. I think he might have rejoiced in the fact that it does not matter who castes the votes, what matters is who counts them.
“Enough raping our democracy!” shouted the protesters, who held signs with slogans such as ‘Help! Rape!’ and wore nothing except for jeans and strips of green electrical tape.
Whether pasting green electrical tape on one’s chest or being a Greenpeace activist, anything green is considered good these days—now that the politicians have run out of promises.
When Ukrainian women are so open about politics, one need not worry about the silent men. The women told reporters they were protesting ‘the end of democracy’ in Ukraine and not specifically against Yanukovich or in favour of his rival, Prime Minister Yulia Tymoshenko. We are not told what the men said about the demise of democracy.
Femen, whose members are mostly university students, attracted international attention last summer when it held a protest against Ukraine’s sex tourism trade where activists picketed in central Kiev wearing bras and panties.
If taking one’s clothes off as part of public protest is what they call true democracy and freedom of speech, Pakistan’s debauched elites would love to listen to overt American suggestions while ignoring the calls of all bearded and veiled tyrants.
Bras and panties cover, they hold things together nicely. The reason why Russia broke up into many small countries is that they ran out of red bras and panties that previously held together the Communist political system of the same colour.
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