I’m in full agreement with the President about Valentine’s Day and how it should be banned because it’s a disgraceful foreign practice. Like taking modern medication, having surgery, radiation and chemotherapy. Like travelling on buses, motorcycles, cars, airplanes, trains, escalators, and lifts. Like working in offices, multinational corporations, banks, stock exchanges, and media. Like listening to the radio, watching television, using telephones, electric light, fans, coolers, air conditioners, fridges, freezers, mincers, juicers, blenders, ovens, microwaves, toasters, computers, and Wi fi. Like being on email, Facebook, Twitter, Whatsapp and LinkedIn. Like reading books, newspapers, pamphlets and brochures. Like wearing suits, shirts and ties, underwear, socks, vests, sweaters and coats. Like living in houses made of cement and steel, glass and chrome, plastic and paint. Like constructing dams, highways, metaled roads, skyscrapers, telecommunication towers, and radars.
Like adhering to democracy and elections. Like training a modern bureaucracy with rules and regulations. Like striving for an independent judiciary and media. And most important of all, eating grass for seven decades so that we can have a military with guns, grenades, jeeps, armoured carriers, tanks, aircraft, ships, submarines, missiles, and nuclear weapons.
Like Valentine’s Day, none of these ridiculous modern Western constructs is part of our culture.
Er, where was I? Yes, Valentine’s Day. My most memorable Valentine’s Day recollection is from when I was at Oxford. My tutor was an attractive woman, well known for being a fair, but hard, grader. One day I got a B minus on a term exam paper. In hopes of bettering my grades and in the spirit of the Valentine season, I sent her a heart-shaped box of chocolates with the pre-printed inscription: “BE MINE”. The next day, I got a return Valentine from my tutor. It read: “Thanks, but it’s still BE MINE-US”.
Like adhering to democracy and elections. Like training a modern bureaucracy with rules and regulations. Like striving for an independent judiciary and media. And most important of all, eating grass for seven decades so that we can have a military with guns, grenades, jeeps, armoured carriers, tanks, aircraft, ships, submarines, missiles, and nuclear weapons.
Like Valentine’s Day, none of these ridiculous modern Western constructs is part of our culture.
Er, where was I? Yes, Valentine’s Day. My most memorable Valentine’s Day recollection is from when I was at Oxford. My tutor was an attractive woman, well known for being a fair, but hard, grader. One day I got a B minus on a term exam paper. In hopes of bettering my grades and in the spirit of the Valentine season, I sent her a heart-shaped box of chocolates with the pre-printed inscription: “BE MINE”. The next day, I got a return Valentine from my tutor. It read: “Thanks, but it’s still BE MINE-US”.
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