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The Mahatma and some savages

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Any act of violence is a form of savagery; only the degree varies. The Hindu Mahasabha leader’s act of shooting at an effigy of Mahatma Gandhi, the father of the nation, is as much savagery as was Nathuram Godse’s attack on the real Gandhi. The woman did not stop at shooting Gandhi but went on to garland Godse, make a ritualistic offering to the killer and also distribute sweets to the onlookers. The organisers of the event also ensured that the effigy of Gandhi shed a blood-like liquid upon the shooting which added a high degree of perversion to the depraved episode. 

What Godse did was to encounter one of the most peaceful ideologies (Gandhi’s version of non-violence) with the most violent response (murder). As mankind evolved we learnt to shun violence and have recourse to the legal system for resolving conflicts. Violence continued to be wielded by some people: criminals. Crime is a form of savagery, a negation of civilisation.

Animals have fangs and claws because they are incapable of civilisation and hence need the means of self-defence. Man is born without such built-in defence mechanisms. His weapon is the mind. He is supposed to think and act. He is supposed to be guided by his reason and other faculties that distinguish him from beasts.

Godse chose to be a beast. Who else but a beast would attack an advocate of peace who was also a saintly figure? The descendants of Godse have inherited his bestiality; the evidences have been all too visible in the last five years. What the national secretary of the Hindu Mahasabha did today was both bestial and perverse.

Why India has to vote out the present regime at the centre is primarily for this reason: to redeem the country from bestiality and perversions.

 Watch the video of the perverted bestiality here.

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  1. Tharun RaoJanuary 31, 2019 at 11:26 AM

    Sir i think this kind of ideas comes from the fact that they want to prove their existence and to ensure that there lords are pleased, who have the same kind of ideology (make hay while the sun shines)

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