#30.
01-30-06 Melbourne Australia: 2139 hrs. I just got a letter
from a nice woman who told me the man I sat next to on the flight
from Auckland to Goldcoast Australia reported me to the Australian
Government because of the book I was reading.
“I hope this finds
you before you leave Australia as I think its something that won’t
surprise you but might give you a smile when you are sitting in a
hotel room. I work in one of those Government areas that deals with
anti terrorism matters. A fine service is provided but unfortunately
we get to read a lot of things submitted by lunatics. The Australian
Government set up the National Security Hotline to report terrorists.
The person who sat next to you on the flight
from New Zealand does not agree with your politics or choice of reading
and so nominated you as a possible threat. As they were too cowardly
or stupid to leave their details I can’t call them to discuss
their idiocy with them.”
Interesting that he and I exchanged nothing but polite hellos. I was
reading Ahmed Rashid’s book Jihad: The Rise Of Militant Islam
In Central Asia. He’s a correspondent for the Wall Street Journal
and the book is on the Yale University Press. Didn’t Bush drink
beer at Yale? Didn’t he not seem to learn much at Yale?
Of course I wrote the nice lady back.
“I was reading a
book called Jihad by Ahmed Rashid which is a history of Central Asia.
I didn't speak to the man next to me past how do you do. I think Ahmed
Rashid is published by Yale University Press. Bush's alma mater. Please
tell your government and everyone in your office to go fuck themselves.
Tell them twice. If your boss is looking for something to do, you
can tell him I suggest he go fuck himself. Baghdad's safer than my
hometown and your PM is a sissy. You have a nice night.”
I really don’t take kindly to that kind of shit. I like it though.
Love it. Confrontation. Tension. Adversarial relationships. More please.
It’s the only time it gets real.