Tuesday, June 23, 2009

tweeting, neda, democracy

ok, i'm a neolith. i dn't txt. don't twitter. when the revolution comes i'll be reading it from the walls of the cave i was thrown into. one sec while i grab my pipe.


i'd use too many characters to twitter. sure it's fine for verbosity to consider taking the subway, but i've been reducing my service reports at work to bare minimum dimensions for years now so that's lost its novelty. twitter is the new haiku, if haiku was txt 4 mstly inane mssgs slf spmmng sans vwls. rhymes with towels. but what's this?

an election was rigged in iran you say and the people aren't happy? why not let them take it to their supreme judges? they did? and they're still not HPPY? how could they doubt the word of allah's mouthpiece. infidels, kill them all. if we can find them.

i mean interesting times is the year's understatement. what began as an experiment in flash crowds and instant parties has now become THE tool of the revolution. unfortunately, the powers that be have the same tools, and the tool case. and instead of rocks those powers have guns. and snipers. with real bullets. that put holes in young women who dare to wear jeans, and want to let their hair fly in the breeze and quote POETRY for allah's sake, admire poets OMG can we say sooo two centuries ago? or sx4 2 cnts b4?



come on mericans. don't buy into the hype.

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