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How dare, Uncle Sam!

US Commission for International Religious Freedom (USCIRF) has demanded sanctions against our very own Uncle Roly-Poly for getting the Citizenship Amendment Bill (CAB) passed with visible vitriol and palpable venom. How dare Uncle Sam do this to our hero of heroes, heartthrob of nationalists, encounter specialist? 

 USCIRF and Uncle Sam have no idea how Uncle Roly-Poly is where he is now. 1.3 billion Indians (our Emperor would put the figure at 7 billion) elected him to power after he had proven his merits over Babur and Aurangzeb, General Dyer and Herr Hitler through mass murders and encounter killings. 

 And strategies that give Chanakya and Machiavelli a run for their money. Strategies like partition of Kashmir and creation of the Ayodhya Temple. 

 He will soon give us spiritual orgasm with the creation of one nation with one religion. Aawwww! What an ecstatic country will that be with oneness everywhere! Advaita. Aham Brahmasmi. Tatvam Asi. Osho's orgasm of egolessness. 

 Uncle Sam, you are a silly Quixote or Rushdie's Quichotte if you fantasise imposing anything at all on our own Uncle Bumblebum. Remember the sanctions you imposed on our King after the 2002 Gujarat riots? That man ended up visiting your country every two months soon after he made his Ashwamedha in Indraprastha?

 We are indestructible. It's no more the old days when you guys invaded our territories with gun in one hand and Hollywood in the other. We are the Superpower now. What if jobs are being lost and foods are getting beyond the reach of citizens? Our GDP is taking frogleaps. We will soon impose sanctions on you. Mind your own business. 

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  1. Online JournalistDecember 10, 2019 at 9:45 PM

    That man ended up visiting your country.... and that man made you confer 'father of the country' title. How dare you, silly uncle Sam...?

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