Wabbit Twacks!

So somebody has given me a taste of my own medicine which is only fair, since I have been intending to keep on picking on poor unsuspecting bloggers. Get your knife and fork, and join the feast at Salam Adil's blog Asterism, a post titled "A taste of her own medicine"...her being me. Personally, I quite liked it. It was fun to read about myself. I quite liked the poison bit, I didn't know I was that venomous. I'm flattered!

For those who are interested, there are some things to be said in reply though, and there are some things to be said about myself as well.

First of all, it seems like the accents in my name are making a fuss for the wrong reason, which I find pretty funny. Ēl Delilâh is not "The Guide" as you would translate it in Arabic, and it's not pronounced that way either, which is why the letters are accented. You can take my word for that really, unless you insist upon the fact that I'm trying to act smart. Have it your way.

And then, Salam Adil, I didn't say that Iraqi blogs are collectively ignorants and all, I just said that in some blogs, you could find all of these qualities. Oh come on!

Besides, Meemo can do better and should do better "for a change". You pat him on the head, Oliver Branch plays the Mother Duck and tells me that he will "start a war" if I keep picking on Iraqi bloggers. Well, Meemo wouldn't know what kind of a read his blog is for real if nobody comes along and tell him that he's got some real issues. You call it stream of consciousness, I go like "Oh, puhleeze!", May Sinclair is rolling in her grave. Nobody said my opinion was humble, and it sure doesn't say "My Nice, Considerate Opinion" up there.

Salam, do you think that war is an excuse for people to remain uneducated? Did he sound traumatized by the dead man at his door step? Did he sound affected at all by anything other than the fact that he can't go out that often anymore? See, there is no lost childhood to anything, it's just that you insist that it's an excuse for people to be childish if there's anything serious going on around them. Since you're into psycho-analysis, does he sound the least bit affected by whatever that is going on out there, and concerned with anything further than his hair and his shorts and his everlasting boredom?

Salam "Blue flower, red thorns! Blue flower, red thorns! Blue flower, red thorns! Oh this would be so much easier if I wasn't color-blind!".