On red indians
An uncontacted Amazon tribe was photographed for the first time by the Brazil National Indian Foundation.
For a moment, I thought it was a shot from some upcoming Indiana Jones movie, but it turned out that a real plane was flown over the land, scaring the shit out of the indigenous people while snapping photos of them like you would of animals in a zoo.
Somehow it’s disturbing that there are foundations set up to research and analyse these human specimen groups like you would, some lab cancer mice or something.
辽宁女4分40秒狂骂四川灾区人民
This girl’s got guts, and not much sense. (Comes with simplified Chinese subtitles for easy viewing.)
American Idol 2008. Cute.
The new American Idol is. so. cute.
On popular charity
Today my mum told me to pick out some nice clothes and stuff that I do not particularly want so she can bring them to this collection point in town which will deliver the donations to the earthquake victims in China.
I asked, “Why don’t we send them to Africa instead?”
Strangely, nobody knows how to get anything to Africa because that’s old news. Sure, tons of people are dying everyday from famine and diseases that afflict entire populations of people who are too poor to afford any form of hygiene. But hey, that has been happening forever now and has lost its novelty. Never mind that Somalia has just been declared a state of humanitarian emergency, the new common charity game is now the big earthquake in China.
I’m not saying it’s not sad – I think it’s tragic, and personally I cringe each time I catch a glimpse of the news on TV. I was on the verge of tears when I saw my colleague frantically trying to reach her family in Sichuan on the afternoon of the earthquake. In fact, I do consider myself pretty affected by the stories I have heard and read even though I do consciously try to block out the all the irrational emotions I have for the situation.
What I AM saying is, charity for the affluent (and Singaporeans are generally affluent compared to most of the world) has become more of a little game of feeling good about yourself. Most of these disasters are nothing more than a little story in a little black box in your living room. They evoke for a brief period of time a “Oh, the poor things” sentiments, and people go “Oh, let’s do something for them, shan’t we?” and they donate their old clothes and stuff that certainly are not part of the immediate needs of hunger and disease stricken disaster victims, and then they go “Awww, how nice we are, let’s go get our friends to donate their unwanted items too~ *heart*”
Remember the Tsunami that struck the coasts of many Asian cities in December 2004? Nobody remembers it anymore. In fact nobody has remembered it for a good 3 years now. For about 1-2 months, there were huge donation drives. People were donating their junk (like wedding dresses and broken toys) and organsing various fund raising activities. And then it was over, for the first world countries, at least. The reparation work goes on for months, years after the incident, but first worlders don’t give a shite.
It’s going to be the same with the earthquake. Next month, it isn’t going to be on the news anymore. The donation drives will be over, there’s be billions of dollars in donations from various parts of the world hovering about various parts of China, passing through many hands, a large fraction of which will be siphoned out by unscrupulous random persons. At the same time, there’ll be piles of old unwanted clothes and toys from first world countries stuck in many large boxes and taking up space while the victims’ basic needs of food and hygiene are still being met.
Meanwhile, the children and adults of Africa will continue to die of hunger daily because droughts keep killing their crops and livestock.
I think about these occasionally, but most times they’re just very fuzzy remote images in my sub consciousness. They will perhaps touch me enough to want to blog an entry about it, but it’s nothing a good night’s sleep and plenty of work and personal emotional trauma cannot cure.
*yawn* Back to my first world comfy life. Tata.
Another one on the Saudi Women
I have a morbid fascination for women of the middle east, even if they aren’t the most important stories right now, given the situation in Sichuan and Burma. The NY Times and the BBC used to supply plenty of incredible stories about them.
Stories of Pakistani women being locked up in a windowless room and served only a miserable meal of leftovers a day during their period just because they’re ‘dirty’, stories of women who were gang raped by their male relatives and then stoned to death for daring to report it, stories of women who were horribly beaten and mistreated by their husbands – I’ve probably read them all.
I don’t know what it is that keeps me reading – maybe because I know its all non-fiction beyond my wildest imagination. Or maybe deep down inside a small evil part of me is gloating at their plight?
Hmm. What amazes me is that, despite this stark contrast between their culture and that of most other parts of the world, the women actually do NOT feel the oppression simply because they’re not conditioned to understand or accept any outside cultures.
*EDIT* It’s very rare that I come across an article that actual reflects Saudi men in a positive light with regards to how they treat their women, but hey, here it is.
http://delhi4cats.wordpress.com/2008/05/20/saudi-marriages-what-are-the-rights-of-the-woman/
Will not direct link it for privacy.
*END EDIT*
On Jack Chick’s The Little Bride
Couple charged under Sedition Act
The Straits Times
April 15, 2008By Elena Chong, Court Correspondent
A COUPLE were charged on Tuesday with distributing a seditious publication to two others.
Ong Kian Cheong, 49, and Dorothy Chan Hien Leng, 44, are alleged to have distributed The Little Bride, an evangelistic material, to Sembawang resident Irwan Ariffin last Oct 19.
They are also said to have distributed the same publication to one Madam Farharti Ahmad at her home in Woodlands on March 6 last year .
It is not clear why they face the Sedition Act and the Undesirable Publication Act when the publication is the same.
Ong, who works in a telecommunications company, and his wife, a bank employee, were represented by Mr Selva K. Naidu.
The police prosecutor sought an adjournment of the case pending a Health Sciences Authority on handwriting specimen.
The couple were freed on $10,000 bail each. Their passports were impounded.
The case will be mentioned on April 29.
Under the Sedition Act, the maximum penalty is a $5,000 fine and/or a jail term of up to three years.
The maximum penalty under the Undesirable Publication Act is a fine of up to $5,000 and/or up to 12 months.
Before you go thinking, “Oooh, harsh”, read this: (I’m linking to another blog because the original site is no longer accessible in Singapore, for obvious reasons)
I don’t know what this guy was thinking, with his ugly drawings, and less than flattering portrayals of Muslims. I’m not heavily inclined towards either religion, but I recognise a fallacy when I see one. “Poisoning the well,” as Polly called it.
