You can go to the delli sir and have a schmaltz sandwich and some cream soda, sir, instead of ridiculing someone with an unfortunate case of dyslexia, which, after much work on my part, and without any gooberment assistance, has been mostly overcome to the point I only transpose the l and the h in your not so lovely capital city with starving cows wandering around in the streets, elephants being beaten before everyones eyes, and tens of thousands of people sleeping on the sidewalks and by the side of the road.

No, Delhi is no April in Paris, sir.

So, you simply spout Anti American rubbish, midst a chorus of a few hundred liberals who will never understand why their outlook is fundamentally klueless.

You foam at the mouth at my great country while ignoring your own sorry land's eternal bad karma, sir.

Why do you think all the smartest and most industrious people in your country dream of coming to America where they can get rich and do get rich through their own efforts, and not because they are the idiot son in law of some politician in Mumbai, Gopi?

Did you not see "The Namesake," probably one of the loveliest films made about this wonderful country called America, warts and all. We are still a beacon of light and freedom to all of the world for anyone willing to work for a living. This may be impossible for you, sir, if you are one of hundreds of thousands of middle level Indian bureaucrats who sleep walk through their petty jobs each day and who live much better than your hundreds of millions of struggling masses,

So, you should consider coming to America, and really doing something with your life someday, instead of being an annoying, self-important twit, screaming at a high pitch alla da

time.

How about a little Yoga, sir?

Pranayama is very good for the mind and spirit too,

This meandering essay wonders from Mumbai to Venezuela, but all the stalin.com regulars, agree with him of course. They all nod in unison,

Nod nod nod.

This here saloon sure got a lot of that there DIE VERSITY, yep, nod nod nod.

This Glen fellow, is not your typical "useful idiot" twit, he's also a genius. Only a card carrying member of Mensa could take his readers on such unique intellektual journey, which only fellow brilliant thinkers can follow.

Just because these weird connections and puzzling conclusions may seem to make no common sense, or no logical sense, doesn't mean we're not breaking new air, no, new ground, around here.

Yes, of course, it is India's fault this happened. Why wasn't the Indian PM down there in Venezuela to help welcome great Russian Navy and to make good bizness with great leader, Hugo, great new Bolivar leader, to smash, together, Amerikan Imperialzm, and capitaliztic oppressors with Walmarts selling hunting rifle to plain peoples and Coca Cola just exploiting workers of the world.

Yes, why didn't Indians burn down their own stock exchange to show these lads they meant no harm, and pleaze to stop murdering innocent civilians all over da place, instead of running after them, and shooting back at them and really pissing them off? Only geniuses understand that shooting back is vile provocations, right? What does criminal shooting back say to a peace loving world, the libral-pwogwessive intellecktuals must wonder.

Yes, it looks like more Bush dirty tricks, which only brilliant, Mensa Libralz can clearly see through, so I devote this poem to you, and to wonderful Comrad Celery:

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Coca Cola, go home, capitalist pigs

Nebbermind Russian sailors on leave want Rum and Coke

Nebbermind they want Marlboros to smoke

We will lock them sailors in the brigs

Great Ruskie people make friendship with Venezuela

Nukes for oil and oil for nukes

Let us hope Hugo The Great does not go whoops

And accidentally blow up Sidney Greenwald in Australia

How dare brave India count their many dead

Make love not war

What the hell are we fighting for?

When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn?

Why fight back, it's far better to be a potted fern

Tonight just take a misguided terrorist to bed

Just remember do not give Ali Baba a Marlboro in bed

Unless you want Ali Baba to cut off your head

On site psychiatric nutritional holistic therapist

Must be available all hours of night and day

Licensed to write scripts for anti depressants, Viagra and birth control

Must understand nuance nuance nuance

Compassion required for neurotic, self absorbed libralz.

Must devote herself to help everybody get along and agree with every body else (ecxept Lotus Feet)

(Dat make believe mystic guru astrologer, sometimes makes me sick)

My guru put me on a diet of Bieler Broth for 54 days.

The hardest part was not the horrid Bieler Broth which made me gag whenever I drank it.

It was the Silence. My Swami said I needed to go into SILENCE, and just listen to what others were saying, and to not speak any of my own thoughts until he said I could speak again.

Can you imagine this verbose Glen Greenburg fellow being told he had to shut up shut up until further notice, because alla da time he was just running at the mouth with libral rubbish?

No siree Bob, I do not think this Greenwalt man could never even try to do what a good guru might suggest, and all wisdom, equanimity and cosmic consciousness will never be his, because he just can not stop running at the mouth with kluelessness.