Wait a second, did you seriously think I was going to continue with a lame ass, gay post about how great Spring is in Jordan? The same crap happens every freakin' year in every country around the world. So, why I am writing about Spring, you may ask? Well, there's a saying in Arabic attributed to Al Hajjaj Al Thaqafi (الحجاج الثقفي) that goes:
إني أرى رؤوسا قد أينعت و حان وقت قطافهاLoosely translated: I see people that are exceeding their authority and it's time to break their necks!
That's exactly what's happening in our beloved Jordan. To help you visualize the situation, think of Jordan as one pie, (or a سدر منسف, if you prefer!), and many forces, including the royal family, are vying for a piece of said pie. However, some people have called shotgun a long time ago, and those that ignore the roles of the game get arrested and tried, by the National Security Court nothing less, have their assets frozen, and their names dragged through the mud.
So, are we finally seeing a proactive and effective Anti Corruption Commission?
The easy and truthful, albeit painful, answer is: No. See, our esteemed Jordan is owned, literally and metaphorically, by the same corrupt few that are calling for an end to corruption. You might get all patriotic and go all Hashmi-Hashmi on me, and I really would hate to burst you bubble, but that is what it is.
Therefore, next time you are in charge of a major project, some useless commission, or just sitting on your ass at the fourth circle just like every other inept adviser, every time you do that make sure fat Tony is happy. Because if he is not, he might just as well make you an offer you can't refuse.
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