two tragedies

my heart cries out over the unjustness of two tragic events.

FIRST TALE OF TRAGEDY

there are inane things that happen. one of these is of a man, whose wife went to a free zone town by the sea one may summer's day in 2002. she talked with glib tongued daemons. one of the daemons, whose name is the namesake of the capital city of turkey, hated his fellow jinn whose name and whose entire person has been associated with qrathong blelene - what, an african snake lovers' gang? no a group of half human creatures from the city of oz. the wife was convinced by turkish sounding name daemon that her hubby has to join the contest to choose the new king of the realm. so that the man of the qrathong blelene infamy would not win. turkish sounding name daemon said, hubby has stronger arms than man of qrathong blelene infamy and will defeat him easily in battle. the promised victuals will be purchased with hundreds of millions of pieces of gold and silver. the daemons said, we have billions, trillions, zillions of these! don't worry. hell is a paradise when you see all our wealth. wife salivates.

another companion daemon who talked with wife is the known owner of an old store chain beginning with the letter err. the other daemon, sits at the sensen high house each day except the eve and sabbath day with her son. all of the daemons pitched to convince wife. and wife's eyes grew large at the prospect that her hubby will be king. and she salivates even more. hubby did not like the idea, but to please wife, he gave his conditions:

Condition Number 1. none of the subjects who will cheer for him (hubby) during the contest should ever, ever stage a rally, demonstration, strike, picket, etc.;

Condition Number 2. none of the abovesaid subjects should do an act of violence or any other act that will bring ill repute;

and so on and so forth. so then hubby had to run in the contest, because the lying daemons simply laughed at his conditions and promised everything will be fulfilled to wife. wife easily believed all the daemons, after all, daemons are the classic wicked temptresses and seducers. and who knows what else happened really at that free zone town by the sea? they'll do anything they say just to make you agree. and wife was either gullible or greedy or both. and so hubby joined the contest for king. and died. now wife is trying to mask hubby's death that is her's and the daemons' making; she knows hubby might be claimed by daemons and brought to hell for cavorting with the lowest forms of scumbags, animals and creatures and jinns of all kinds during the contest just to win and be king. she sheds tears over television, she would flood the largest river basin with her tears to make all and sundry think she was never at fault. that it was hubby's sin to join the fray and still other people's sins that hubby allegedly was cheated during the battle, he was called upon with condescendion, etc., etc., and all that shit. such lying imps.

wife, you must stop your ranting. you drove hubby to his death. he may not have been perfect, he was sick, remember? did you hate him so much you had to romance the daemons? be of them? you shit. it was you who had the high ambitions. and you had the flair for drama to stay at the car when hubby got into the arena at the city of pasei's astredome. at the advanced age you are in, you did worse than eve. may lightning strike you a milion times.

THE SECOND TRAGEDY

a young girl trapped in an oven of a bath. in the city of money, wealth, huge banks, enormous corporations, said to be led by a caliph who supposedly extracts one floor of every multi-level pyramid built therein. the caliph is a black ogre of a hoodlum, who grew up scouring his village and other villages for gullibles that he and his fellow daemonic looking characters could threaten to dish out wine money or do some other things besides.

the young girl was trapped. she called and called for help, to no avail. though the firemen were there, they had no equipment. they had no wall busting ball and crane, supposed to be a really ancient and common device to demolish pyramids, temples and the like. the simple ball and crane method uses a wrecking ball that weighs so much to demolish concrete and masonry structures. the money city did not even have one such equipment or could not even shell out a few pesos to rent one. how much more own or rent a more sophisticated one? that's the shitty fact. the money city people pay tax (at least some of it) that this negroid of a caliph lines his pants' and shirt's pockets with and that of his loyal pretender nobles, but can't even buy or rent a ball and crane, one of the oldest wrecking devices. and so the young girl, with a lot of hope ahead for her, dies just because negroid caliph did not have the means to take her out of a simple concrete house. now they're making hay out of the grills in the home of the young girl and all that crap. but no one mentions a ball and a crane could really have saved her life. may that negroid caliph rot while he still breaths and may his children suffer.

to the hubby and the young girl, i say my prayers and offer my condolences to their families (except to hubby's daemonized wife to whom i will not even offer spit). join me please, and let us soothe the souls of these victims of too much injustice. enough, enough already.