Perfect Storm With Perfect Dictatorship

ၿပင္သစ္စာေရးစရာနွင္.အေတြးအေခၚပညာရွင္ Bernard-Henri Levy ရဲ.က်ြန္ေတာ္တုိ.ရဲ.
ခ်စ္လွစြာေသာ Military Junta ကုိေ၀ဖန္ထားတာေလးဖတ္ႀကည္.ပါဦး။စကားလံုးေတြကေၿပာင္
ေၿမာက္လြန္းလုိ.ၿမန္မာလုိေတာင္မၿပန္ခ်င္ေတာ.ဘူး။ဘာသာၿပန္လုိက္ယင္ေပါ.သြားမွာစုိးရတယ္။
ေခါင္းစဥ္ေလးေတာ. perfect storm ဆုိၿပီးထပ္ၿဖည္.ထားတယ္။



The ruling generals are crazy . They are not just cruel but clinically insane and in fact paranoid



The generals are deaf. As everyone now knows, the regime was warned by weather
forecasters in India two days before the cyclone arrived - five days before by forecasters in
Thailand - and it refused to listen.

The generals hate their own people. The regime does not merely disdain them, it hates
them, and the hate is cold, total and murderous . How else to explain the unimaginable sight
of convoys being held by customs at the Thai Border? Of planes filled with provisions and
forbidden to land? How else to explain that while each hour counted, chances of finding
survivors in the ruins of submerged villages in Bogale or Laputta, food and mecidines
that could save them were barely trickling in ?

The generals are crazy. They are not just cruel but clinically insane and in fact paranoid,
which is another key to understanding why this lunatic regime prefers letting its people
die to opening its doors to Doctors Without Borders. It claims that the humanitarian
workers are really spies, that they are entering the country only to destabilise and ruin it,
that the packages from the UN's World Food Programme contain poisons more deadly
than the toxins given off by the decomposing bodies floating in the Irrawaddy delta. These
clinically insane people, these cretins, clearly believe these things.

The generals are racist. Suffice it to say that , yes, Myanmar is a post-colonial country
whose paranoia can perhaps be explained by the fact that long ago it had to endure the
miasma of racism's plague. Today it's the regime that is racist, that sees the white man,
the Westerner, the American as its natural enemy, that in the purest xenophobic and thus
racist tradition sees the foreigner as a germ , a corrupting agent, a virus.

Country is drowning

The generals are monomaniacal. This racism, this craziness, also stems from their
thinking only of themselves, of their own future and survival. The country is drwoning:
two thousand square miles of rice fields are already underwater; the rare witnesses speak
of swamps littered with cadavers, of putrid, polluted ground water and children shivering
possibly from malaria or dengue fever. And the regime's only interest- incredibly- was
the farcical referendum forced upon the people with the sole intention of further cementing
the regime's position.

The regime is autistic. It lives hermetically sealed off and withdrawn from the world,
having adopted the absurd notion of exterminating the people if is supposed to govern.
Are 20,000 dead? ... 30,000 ? ... 100,000 ? Will it be 300,000 tomorrow - or more?
The dictatorship does not care , nor is it keeping track.

Let there be no mistake: It doesn't even bother to lie, minimise , or cover up; these
bodies were truly faceless and nameless when alive , so why would it be any different now
that they are dead? The generals are happy about only one thing: the wisdom of the
astrologers who persuaded them in November 2005 to abandon Yangon and ensconce
themselves in Naypyidaw, in a brand new capital in the heart of the jungle, far from the
water and its tornados.

The generals stay focused, too. They are crazy, sure, and paranoid no doubt, but their
reflexes remain intact, their responsiveness unerring. In the middle of the disaster, the
regime reacted at the speed of light to a mutiny at the Insein prison in Yangon, sending
in soldiers they would not even consider deploying to help the homeless. According to
reports, the soldiers promptly executed 36 of the mutinous prisoners.

The generals are mafia-like. At the height of the cyclone's aftermath, when the World
Food Programme was begging them to let through a convoy carrying high -energy biscuits
that could have fed up to 95,000 people, the generals said, " Sure, why not?" - only to
confiscate the merchandise, probably to resell on the black market.

Beloved daugher

The regime is stingy. The $ 5 million it released for emergency aid in the first week
following the cyclone is a thousandth of the annual revenue it receives from the sale
of fossil fuels to foreign companies like Total - or , calculated another way, on-tenth of
the value of the wedding gifts received by Thandar Shwe, the beloved daughter of
Myanmar's generalissimo, Than Shwe.

Finally, the regime is grotesque. Yes, as always and in spite of the horror,it is profoundly,
surreally grotesque. That is in any event what one feels when confronted by the image of
this decorated imbecile with his dark sunglasses as he shouts on television - which no one
can watch since there is no electricity - that " the situation is returning to normal' .

It is rare to have a laboratory.
It is rare to see a dictatorship functioning in such a chemically pure manner.

Faced with this spectacle, this machine of death, hate and madness, one hesitates
between sorrow, pity, a desire to see these assassins brought before an international
criminal tribunal that could try these kinds of crimes, and , finally, nostalgia for the
days when France created and imposed upon the world the right and the duty to intervene.


U.A.E နုိင္ငံထုတ္ Gulf News သတင္းစာ မွာ ေမလ ၁၈ ရကေန.ကေဖၚၿပခဲ.တဲ.ေဆာင္းပါးပါ။


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