Karzai is a stinking muslim that's why he is afraid of opposition of any kind.

Karzai is the US-installed and democratically elected leader of the People's Republic of Afghanistan. He is very good man indeed, insh'allah. He is one of us.

Every day he prays to Allah and the Angel of Darkness for peace to descend on the Afghani peoples.

Every day the drones bomb sheep and the landmines blast the limbs off children. The opium caravans travel through the narrow mountain passes, knocking rocks down the steep ravines into the darkness below.

Karzai is the leader of this country - a country neither the British, nor the Russians, nor the Amerikans could tame. A country balancing perrilously close to the edge of darkness, much like Karzai himself.

Karzai's dream is to sew the tapestry of competing forces into a great work of art. The warlords, the Amerikans, the Persians, the Chinese, the Taliban, his own coalition government, all knit together into a rubric of competing and mutual alliances so complex that only Karzai could ever hope to unravel it.

To do this he must trust God - it is the only way - but he can never trust the men in his command. His number one manservant, for example, passes every one of his words and gestures to the CIA, US Army Intelligence, the British Foreign Office, the Taliban and, occasionally, Reuters. The CEO of Oxfam has even been briefed on some of Karzai's more absurd, drug-addled fantasies, which include:

Putting opium in the Taliban's drinking water (absurd because they already smoke it when their superiors aren't watching).
Creating a coalition of US interests by bringing the CIA and Army Intelligence together.
Creating a coalition of US and Afghani troops, who will be trained and ready to go when the US decide to pull out.
Inviting Jim Neighbours, a favourite of Karzai's from his Gomer Pile days, to rally the troops and bring morale through a medley of songs and hits from musicals such as South Pacific, The Sound of Music and Shanti Shanti Shanti, a Bollywood classic loved in Afghanistan (only the last one was Karzai's idea - the idea itself came from Dick Cheney, but was shelved when Neighbours' agent demanded exclusive media rights).

At dawn, the muezzin's call can be heard through the loudspeakers of Kabul. Through the narrow laneways come the sounds of people coughing and spitting up phlegm. Veiled women usher their sleepy children from their homes to prayer, their sandals clip clopping in the early morning rhythm to form the crowds milling at the mosque. Women and children at one entrance, men and boys on the other, the morning chatter of the women fills the air and builds into a crescendo until they are silenced by the morning prayer.

God is great.

The Western embassies are still quiet, but in the Chinese embassy the fax machines spill their endless reams of paper onto the floor, page after page. Here, behind the drab, Soviet-era facade, the five stars looming high on a rusted sign out the front, lies the centre of development in Afghanistan. Here is where the deals are done: a new highway project linking Kandahar to Kabul, mineral exploration schemes, a proposed gas pipeline, perhaps even a railway one day, China is quietly doing what neither the British, Russians or Amerikans could ever hope to achieve.

But China has two tricks up its sleeve: a low profile and mountains of yuan. It also knows who to grease and where to get deals done. While US Aid pours into the coffers of the provincial leaders in the attempt to win hearts and minds, Chinese investment gets the job done. Soon, insh'allah, Afghanistan will join the world. Wires will carry electricity to whomever needs it. Oil will be piped from the ground. Diesel trains will replace pack mules carrying precious commodities to the rest of the world.

God is great.

In Washington, heads feign concern, but there is little they can do. They have their hands too busy with the Middle East to bother putting the reports together from the CIA and Defense Intelligence. The CIA is filled with Ivy League intellectuals who can never agree on anything. Defense intelligence produces satelite photos of what could be anything - if anyone knew how to decipher it. Everyone is too busy managing crisis in their own administration to bother asking questions no one wants to know the answer to.

Just give me the facts.

Which facts would you like?

God is great.

In the presidential palace, Karzai wakes to do a token three-versus prayer and bows down towards Mecca, before he will return to bed and summon his servant. Today, insh'allah, will bring some peace to Karzai. Enough! First his pipe, then his tea and readings, praise Allah he has no meetings with the Amerikans.

God is most infinately great.

Today, as the sun rises over the parapets of Kabul and shines into Karzai's bedroom window, God will smile on him. Karzai taps his forehead on the marble floor and hopes it makes him look devout enough. Abesh! How can the Amerikans ever hope to bring peace if they do not pray?

As the mosques empty into the streets of Karbul, a new day begins. Bakers make and sell bread wrapped in yesterday's newspaper, vegetable vendors hawk their wares, and oxen pulling carts are whipped to go faster into the morning traffic.

Karzai goes back to bed and summons his servant. Eyes peer through a portrait on the wall. What now? What madness will Karzai come up with today?

One thing is most mercifully certain above all else:

God is great.

Karnal wrote on Feb 14^th, 2011 at 10:46am:



And if they don't resonate, then they get killed or maimed.
No wonder that so many muslems prefer to escape from shariat crap.