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The Story Of Gonzalez

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NGONGE   

Gonzalez was a pockfaced, pale skinned and sickly young man. He lived in a small mountainous town in deepest Bolivia. As a kid and due to his general appearance, his cleverness and obvious timidity, Gonzalez relentlessly got bullied by the bad boys at school. As he grew up, he found that people always looked down on him and attempted to oppress him at every turn. Gonzalez was a classic grudge holder and could easily (and vividly) recall every single occasion when he was treated badly or unjustly. Thus, young Gonzalez spent his entire life daydreaming about revenge and, in typical South American style, of the day all the wrongs shall be righted.

 

He read about the histories of revolutions, the heroes of armed struggles, Franko's Spanish dictatorship and how thousands of volunteers from other countries flooded into Spain to aid the rebels. He studied Che's biography, Castro's childhood and the Afghani Mujahedeen's struggle against the invading Soviet regime. This knowledge has made him realise that it wasn't just Pedro (the school bully) who needed to be confronted and defeated, Pedro was merely a seahorse in an ocean of oppression. He knew that for one aiming to end all kinds of oppression he needed to tackle the whales and sharks of that ocean.

 

Gonzalez thought about creating a movement to fight America but he soon remembered that there are many movements and countries in the world who are already opposed to and challenging America. What could young Gonzalez do that Iran, North Korea, Venezuela, Russia and even China could not do? America will have to be dealt with by someone else.

 

He thought about fighting the Russians and helping the people of Georgia stand up to the bullying bear. However, he again realised that Russia has it's own dissenters and those fighting to bring it down to its knees. Russia was not a battle he should waste time on.

 

He thought of China and the poor people of Tibet, Taiwan and various other provinces. Yet, again, China is already being attacked and criticised by almost everyone from Greenland to Google. China must wait.

 

A true revolutionary much select an obscure cause, one where the chances of success are very remote and those of failure overwhelming. This is why Gonzalez felt seduced by the idea of joining The Lord's Resistance Army in Africa. What strengthened his resolve even more was that, as a devout catholic, he would be fighting in the name of his faith and this must surely please god. However, once Gonzalez discussed the idea with father Juan (the local priest) and was reminded of the old hated Jesuits and Conquistadores, he soon changed his mind about the lord's resistance army.

 

Gonzalez hated all forms of bullying and made it his business to read every newspaper, every web portal and watch every news show for reports of bullying around the world. Like Dickens' Madam De Farge, he was collecting the names of the oppressors (or at least their locations) for the day when the world revolution comes and these animals are tried for their crimes against humanity. This is when he came across the news about Somali pirates and swore at his television screen as he listened to a report about an abducted elderly English couple. Hijo de un océano! Estúpido Pirata!

 

Gonzalez followed all the news about the Somali pirates and his hatred for them grew stronger. Their blatant acts of piracy reminded him of the days Pedro used to rob him of his dinner money. This piracy was unfair, this wrong must be corrected, why is the world not doing anything about it?

 

One day, as he read about the land the pirates come from he stumbled upon a UN report accusing the president of PL of being the pirate mastermind and of benefiting from the proceeds of piracy. Here was the new Franco. This was another Saddam. This is the king of the post-modern opresores! Gonzalez realised there and then that this Faroole (his name conveniently started with F, like Franco) needed to be stopped and that the pirates must be eliminated. He searched the net for maps, black market weapons and rebel group strategies for fighting oppressive states. Gonzalez was going to emulate Rambo and go single-handedly fight the pirates and their dictatorial leader. But, just as he was searching for all this he came across a report about a rebel group in the mountains of PL who were opposed to Faroole and his gang of pirates. Gonzalez was overjoyed! These were his hermanos in the fight for freedom. Their leader, Atom.

 

Gonzalez packed his bags and made his way to PL. With the help of bribery and some South American charm he managed to sneak his way into the mighty mountains of Galgala. To his great delight, he arrived on the day that the evil army of Faroole was besieging the town and laying waste to all it's farms. Gonzalez could not control his mounting anger. His brothers were losing the fight and quickly fleeing to the mountains. Faroole was going to win, again. So, Gonzalez picked a gun that a fleeing rebel had discarded, he aimed it at the head of a PL soldier and fired. One Pedro fell to the floor, then another and then yet another. Gonzalez was taking out Pedros as if they were a line of domino.

 

Suddenly, Gonzalez felt a pinch on his left shoulder. He looked across to see that it was bleeding. He tried to stem the blood flow when he felt another pinch on his left leg. He fell to the ground. He tried to keep his gun up and carry on shooting but the bullets kept falling at him like rain. Just as the endless darkness was about to engulf him, Gonzalez looked up to see a line of Pedros coming towards him from behind a sea of hungry bullets. He shouted VIVA ATOM and died.

 

The PL government has announced the total defeat of the Atom troops and has been parading the body of an Arab looking young man that they accuse of being a member of Al Shabab. Father Juan has not heard the news yet.

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:D:D

 

Does idealism always amount to irony and tragedy? Would that dreamers and reformers temper their fiery imagination with a bit of cold pragmatism.

 

Edifying. Entertaining. Classic.

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Polanyi   

:D:D:D

 

This charachter reminds me of those anti-war socialist dudes at uni. The only non-muslim white people who referred to me as "brother" :cool:

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NGONGE   

^^ They want to be like George Orwell, Che Guevara iyo oday reerihiina who once went to fight with the Sayid. :D

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For sometime now, your stories were eclipsed by A&T's piquant though I must admit at times tasteless anecdotes.This is good comedic comeback aimed at the futility of anything Somali.

 

Now how could we get Duke and Xuduudi to read this :D

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NGONGE   

Someone accidently gave my work number to some irate Dahar residents (or so they claim) and I have been recieving calls complaining about this story. I'm tempted to record them all and put them on Youtube. :D:D

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