Monday, January 12, 2009

And another wonderful link from Chapati Mystery

NAKED LUNCH: Blow daddy from the post Zionists made me forget my Arabic. Beginning of the poem:
"Daddy?
Yes, son.
Are we going to have a war with India?
Perhaps.
Oh, goody. We will thrash them, right? Like we did in 1857!
It wasn’t in 1857, son.
Oh, okay. But whom did we thrash in 1857?
The British, son…
And the Hindus too, right?
Well…"
The comments give a link to The Nadeem F. Paracha Work(s) Archive.

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