Rabat - Don't feel bad. You will not have to answer all my questions, nor will you have to comfort me every time you think I am at a loss.
Rabat – Don’t feel bad. You will not have to answer all my questions, nor will you have to comfort me every time you think I am at a loss.
I have no time to spare for you! I know you know the answers and that’s good enough for me. I also know you cannot disagree with me, and it doesn’t bother me a bit that you are unable to admit it. I also know you have to submit both to masters you have bought and created for yourself and that you have given up most of what most men and women believe makes a man and a woman.
Don’t worry. I know exactly why you cannot protest, contest, boycott, criticize, or even weep your losses. Don’t worry. I have learnt not to expect courage from you nor deeds. I know you have unlearned how action is undertaken and have acquired fear and? excuse the word, but I cannot think of another one ? cowardice from your mad ambitions and pretensions. You need not have shame. I have seen how you have sold your dignity and were paid for it ? not very much, though, but that’s another issue.
I have seen how you have run away leaving behind you everything that could have rehabilitated you, that could have built you up anew. You do not have to whisper in hope I will not overhear your laments. Haven’t you been told they have been disclosed to the whole world? Who would tell you, anyway? Certainly not the enemies you have befriended nor the foes you have allied with against your own.
Did you think you will be able to conceal your counterfeits from me or that you can explain them away at some high price? I’m not for sale. Don’t even try, but I do understand your endeavors. Your counsellors are so poor. You need to seek advice elsewhere. Of course, you are unable to care for anyone else. Is your priority not your wealth and how to protect it and see it thrive? Why, then, should you fear? Is it not all but a free ride, a gift from a god you have forgotten everything about? Have you ever toiled for it? Have you made it? Has it not all simply befallen on you? Is that not why you spend so much of it so generously on debauchery, gadgets, weapons, and mercenaries?
Please let me reiterate my invitation and reassure you I do not need you to answer any of my questions. I would certainly not wish to bring you out of the continued blur of your spirits.
You will never stop surprising me, or did you think you can fool me so hard that I would mistake your anachronous attitudes, heinous feelings, sickly denial of responsibility, and your total lack of humility for anything else than what they really are: vain efforts to display fake pride and concern while everyone can see there is nowhere farther below you can get and hardly anyone you haven’t bent to or who hasn’t heard of your many failings? By the way, sorry to ask and request an answer to this one, but did you ever hear of commitment and engagement and what they mean to others?
I was wondering how come you are never happier than when you are humiliating the poor and the weak and when you are kneeling to the richer and the more powerful. Are you ever more satisfied than when you set the house on fire and watch it burn down and incriminate the wind for the blaze. I was also wondering how you felt every time you insulted all the gods, the prophets, the martyrs and the heroes and invoked and praised them all when the time comes to beg for their protection from your own kin.
How does it feel when you have made money your refuge and the guiding light of your night, rascals your allies and fire your argument every time you need a way back to the top after you have been rocked up there, and a slippery descent suddenly threatens your oblivion and you remember the people and look them up in the slums you have made for them? Just how can you do it? You have no respect for them, no trust in them, no concern for them, and yet, you expect them to protect you, to love you ? yet you demand that they praise you and that they honor you?
It doesn’t look like it, but you have always been the first to quit, to run, to jump overboard, to leave everyone behind. Only your neck counts. For some reason, although I have quite a clear idea about it, I’m not sure you’re really conscious of why you have always thought you’re far much better than a woman, why you’ve always needed to hold women in a subhumanstatus, denying them every right, especially the right to speak and the right to go out on their own without chaperones. Why have you never been able to forgive them what you judge is their violation of your most intimate rights? With all due formalities, I suggest strongly that you give this a thought.
I have heard your calls and requests for solidarity. I even heard your pleas for pity. Let me be frank and honest with you. I simply will not be able to. I spare you the pain of responding. You will not be missed.
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