Sunday, July 20, 2008

Down with f'n immigration policy

Did I miss the letter of approval addressed to the Red Indians by the early Europeans as they settled across the USA? What? It was violent and involved the calculated genocide of several tribes huh? What then, gives the Americans the right to ask of us Non Americans, an 'H1B VISA' before we set foot in Californian soil? The bay area belongs to us and we belong to the bay area, thrash metal is the smoking gun if anybody cries for evidence or 'papers'... I shouldn't be justifying myself, being a free man and yes I would love to go back in time to the Wild wild west and ride a horse or two and take out a sheriff or two :)

The fact that a bunch of hideous leaders who were cunning or pansy (or both) enough to survive the American civil war wrote the long, pompous and pretentious drum roll invoking document, what they the 'ConStitutioN'?
Bah... humbug... If anything else, that bombastic yellow parchment reminds me of Osama Bin Laden's 18 page declaration of Jihad on the United States of America... a typical embodiment of the manner in which history ain't written by the good men, as the gang of four said... All you have to do to write history is to be at the right place at the right time. If not, where's the red Indian history ? H1B visas my arse...

Why is the pursuit of happiness restricted to those illegal immigrants who're now legalized and those lesser Europeans who fled for North American soils a long while back, where are the free ships and why do we find ourselves helpless to take our fate into our own hands, just because we were born a bit late? ( I can if I try hard enough, but I speak for the many voiceless)

Time to use my mechanical engineering skills to mass manufacture a submarine meant to ferry illegal immigrants from one part of the world to another I reckon. The balance has to be restored... The flat world needs to be diffused, chaos has to be injected into the distribution of the races... So that nowhere is any one sect in a majority, and keeping with the laws of ever increasing entropy.

Take a cue from the Teutonic thrash gods Kreator and whatever it may take, the balance has gotta be exercised. A phobia... Is there someone after me? Why do we find ourselves such outcasts as far as foreign soil is concerned? Ahhh... I feel more of a free man when someone calls me an outcast actually... Better for my super ego in a Freudian context.