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Why is BJP terrorist?




Today’s Malayala Manorama reports that the Madhya Pradesh government paid five hundred rupees each to thousands of people who were brought from the 33 districts of the state to swell the rally held in Amarkhand where PM Modi exercised his rhetorical skills yet another time.  The report goes on to say that the money was taken from the Sachch Bharat funds.

BJP is using enormous sums of money for propaganda of all sorts some of which are extremely heinous and remind us of the propaganda techniques employed by Hitler and the methods employed by Mossad.  Now if the Prime Minister will say things he did a few months ago (like: 80% of gau rakshaks are criminals, or ‘kill me instead of attacking the Dalits’), we know it’s only a temporary ploy for placating the current mood. 

The Prime Minister along with his Goebbelsian Amit Shah has a clear vision and goal: to make India a Hindu Rashtra.  Eliminating the minority communities and Dalits is part of the game.  The latest rules about animal protection have really nothing to do with animals but are devious strategies for making the minority people and Dalits buckle under pressure.

This is what makes BJP a terrorist party.  While the Islamic terrorists use bombs, their BJP counterparts use the state machinery to eliminate people.

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  1. The surprising situation is that a large chunk of Hindus prefer being labeled as terrorist to safeguard their religious rights and practice the same way as jihadist feel pride to get included in terrorism.

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    1. Very true. People become just like their enemies in the zeal for vanquishing them. That has happened in India now.

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  2. These people seem tightening things day by day.

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    1. That's one of the strategies for eliminating the enemies. Deprive your enemies of what they eat and their traditions: what worse thing can anyone do to the enemies?

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  3. I beg to differ Sir when you assert that the clear vision and goal of the Indian prime minister is to make India a Hindu Raashtra. It may be the goal of the BJP or the Raashtriya Swayamsevak Sangha or the Vishwa Hindu Parishad or the Hindu Mahasabha or the like wise but definitely not the present Indian premier. He is a very complicated person and his vision is not that straight to be understood by common people. He has nothing to do with the concept of Hindu Raashtra or the Hindutva philosophy or protecting the Hindus (and the Hinduism) or making India a great nation or making the BJP a great party or taking care of the Dalits and the poor or the like wise. He doesn't bother at all not only for his derelict wife but also for his mother and other family members. Be it Mohan Bhagawat or L.K. Adavani or A.B. Vajpeyee, none is more than a used item for him now. For him Gandhi, Patel and Ambedkar are also just instruments to further his political interests. His sole aim to rule India like a dictator for the lengthiest period possible with all his whims and fancies and enjoy the luxury of treating people and issues like pawns on the chessboard of his politics. His biggest strength is his strong belief that none can fool him but he can fool anybody and that too for a substantially long period of time. Ironically, his staunch supporters and blind devotees are not able to realize that he is fooling none else but them only.

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    1. You have added a substantial argument here, Jitendra, and I'm happy you did. I have always suspected Modi to be a mere Narcissist and nothing more. His sartorial sense, his bombastic eloquence with its hollow slogans, his eagerness to project himself abroad, the dictatorial approach to everything, eliminating enemies ruthlessly... all these indicate his narcissism. I'm grateful to you for pointing it out.

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