Ganji, Shariati, and Iranian fake Intellectuals

September 13, 2011

Ali Shariati was the spiritual leader of Iranian Baboons in 1970s. He has been called the ‘ideologue’ of the IslamicRevolution. His fans called him “Islamic intellectual” !, while he was a very stupid Islamist-Marxist. In fact, he was an Islamic fundamentalist. Ali Shariati was a great stupid baboon, and we could call him the real founder of the Islamic revolution of 1979, i.e. one of the biggest tragedies of the history of Iran and world. Some funny Iranians say: “Ali Shariati was Noam Chomsky of Iran in 1970s; or Noam Chomsky is Ali Shariati of USA” !! In the recent months, Akbar Ganji has written some critical articles about the stupid Shariati, the Islamist-Marxist Chomsky of Iran. These articles are not bad and can show how the fake intellectuals can destroy a country or the whole world. Reading these articles can be useful for all young Muslims, especially non-Iranians (Of course, Ganji’s articles are in Persian. Apparently after 5 years living in the US, he has not learned English). Ganji’s articles truly show how the stupid Shariati worked with SAVAK (Shah’s intelligence service), how he hated democracy and fought against democracy, how he clearly defended Islamic dictatorship and theocracy, how he clearly defended violence and ‘Bloody Islam’, etc. Ganji was a stupid fan of Shariati in 1970s and 1980s, but now he is not as stupid as Shariati or other Iranian Baboons, especially the Khatamists and Rafsanjani mercenaries. Ganji is still a close friend of many Iranian Baboons, but he is not as corrupt as them. He is not a corrupt charlatan, like other Iranian baboons that only think about money and their mercenary jobs. Of course in the recent months, Ganji defended Khatami and showed that he is a fake intellectual. As we said before, Akbar Ganji has disappointed many Iranians, but he is still the only member of Iranian Baboons’ circle that is not very corrupt and dishonest, and you can write about him and his views, and in this way you show the depth of the stupidity of Iranian baboons and Iranian fake intellectuals.

In his recent articles, Ganji showed the depth of Shariati’s stupidity and a long list of his great dreadful mistakes, but at the end, he defended Shariati and said: “At that time, at his age, Shariati did not have our current dreadful experiences. He could not see the future [and the result of his bullshits and his dreadful theories]; so we should not condemn him.” It’s a stupid cliché that all Iranian fake intellectuals try to use it. It’s part of Iranian Intellectualism’s tragedy . But as we said before, some one like Sadeq Hedayat, 1903-195, can show us that even in 100 years ago, Iranians could be wise and intellect. He was one of the first well-known atheists in Iran. He was a great critic of the Mullahs, the fake intellects, the religion, the stupid religious superstitions, etc. What the stupid Shariati could not understand, Hedayat had understood 50 years earlier. The stupid Iranian baboons can not justify themselves, and their horrible stupidity and their dreadful mistakes, by saying: “At that time, we did not have your today facilities, like the internet, so we had right to be stupid.” Sadeq Hedayat’s life is a good example that shows that these bastards are really stupid. These bastards had many technological facilities in 1970s, while Hedayat did not have them in 1930s or 1940s; But compared to these bastards, Hedayat was God ! He could see the depth of stupidity of Stalin and Stalinism, while the majority of the stupid Iranian fake intellectuals were Marxist-Stalinist ! Hedayat truly said: “They are like sheep and only follow the fashion “. The stupid Shariati was blind and could see the result of his dreadful bullshits. The Islamist logic and the Mullah logic was very clear. For example, the fate of Ahmad Kasravi, a moderate Muslim who wanted to be open-minded and tried to fight against the Mullahs and the religious superstitions, was very informative. As we said before, the Mullahs and the Muslim fanatics assassinated Kasravi in 1940s. The Mullahs thugs who kill and rape the ordinary Iranians in 2010s, are exactly the followers of Kasravi’s killers. They clearly declare it. Their logic is exactly the same. But the stupid Shariati was a blind sheep. He really knew nothing about the history of the world and Iran. He had lived in France for some years, but was like a stupid sheep.

The Iranian Baboon’s excuse for their dreadful stupidity and their horrible mistakes is really unacceptable. These bastards did know the world and the history. Charles Darwin lived in 19th century. As you know, in 1860s or 1870s, i.e. 100 years before Shariati, Darwin was a great open-minded and intellectual. Charles Darwin’s religious views can show us the truth. As you know, in 19th century many western intellects were like Darwin, and had learned the lessons of the European Middle Age. But 100 years later, Iranian fake intellectuals, like the stupid Shariati, could not understand that they should not work for strengthening the Islamic Middle Ages . These bastards had reactionary goals (establishing a religious government), and used reactionary means (violence and terrorism). As Will Durant, 1885-1981, says in The Story of Civilization, these stupid bastards belonged to “The Age of Faith”, not “The Age of Reason”, so they should not even be called “Intellectual”. They were reactionary people with dreadful reactionary plans, who lived in 1970s, not in 1370s or 1470s !! They lived when the world and the history knew the religious and secular tyranny and totalitarianism. But these stupid bastards, defended the tyranny in the name of some ultra-stupid Islamic-Marxist goals. They were really stupider than Noam Chomsky. Like the stupid Chomsky, they defended the tyranny and religious dictatorship, in the name of independence and fighting against the Imperialism, but they also worked for establishing a real Islamic government !, that means “a real Islamic Orwellian society”. They were stupid lefts, but a special version: ‘The Islamist lefts’ ! . Akbar Ganji is more liberal than other stupid Islamist lefts, but he still is a stupid fan of Noam Chomsky. He stupidly praised Noam Chomsky, maybe because it’s a fashion in USA ! In fact, he is a sheep like Shariati. Like a sheep, he can not think independently about the depth of Noam Chomsky’s stupidity . But it’s not the whole story.

In these months, Akbar Ganji defended the stupid Khatami. In fact, the end of Akbar Ganji was very clear, but he clearly proved that he is a stupid political activist, not an intellectual. Some say: “Ganaji, the ex-member of Mullah intelligence service, can not be an intellectual. When he sees that the Islamic regime is on the edge of collapse, he tries to defend the stupid Khatami “. Ganji stupidly says that Khatami is not “Betrayal“. Is his two stupid articles, on June 28, 2011 and July 6, 2011, he wrote about Khatami, Khamenei and Mr. shit. He stupidly tried to defend Khatami and emphasized: “ Khatami is not disloyal to the people. We should not use the words like ‘Betrayal’, ‘Disloyal’, or ‘Traitor’, about him “. But Iranians know that Khatami has been disloyal to his people, their movement, and their blood. Because Iranians are not as stupid as Ganji and know the meaning of the words “Betray”, “Betrayal”, “Disloyal”, “Traitor”, etc. They feel the meaning of these words by their heart, and of course they can find the meaning of these words in the dictionaries. The famous dictionaries say: “Betray = ‘To be disloyal to someone who trusts you so that they are harmed or upset; To stop supporting your old beliefs and principles, especially in order to get power or avoid trouble. Disloyal = ‘Doing or saying things that do not support your friends, your people, [your people’s blood, etc]’. Betrayal = ‘When you betray your friends, your people, or someone who trusts you’. Traitor = ‘Someone who is disloyal to their country, friends, people, beliefs, [people’s blood, etc]’. It’s very clear that Khatami betrayed the people, the people’s hope and the people trust, because Khatami was disloyal to the people who trusts him and Mousavi in 1997 and 2009, and the people are harmed and upset now. Khatami stopped supporting the people, especially in order to get power or avoid trouble. Khatami do and say many things that do not support the people and what the people want. Khatami do and say many things that do not support the people’s blood, the victims, and what they want. So, the people truly say that Khatami is a traitor or betrayer. What Ganji and other stupid fake intellectuals can not understand is that many young Iranians are not sheep. Compared to Ganji , Shariati, and other Iranian fake intellectuals, the young generation of Iranian intellects are God ! They know the world and the history, and will put an end to the Islamic Middle Age in Iran.


9/11: The Survivors of the South Tower

September 13, 2011

Over 90% of the workers and visitors who died in the twin towers had been at or above the points of impact. The media reported: “In the North Tower 1,355 people at or above the point of impact were trapped and died of smoke inhalation, fell or jumped from the tower to escape the smoke and flames, or were killed in the building’s eventual collapse. A further 107 people below the point of impact did not survive. In the South Tower, one stairwell remained intact allowing 18 people to escape from above the point of impact. 630 people died in the South Tower which was fewer than half of the number killed in the North Tower. Casualties in the South Tower were significantly reduced by the decision of some occupants to start evacuating when the North Tower was struck”. There were many stories about 9/11 survivors. One of the stories that is told is about the 6 fire fighters who survived. They are known today as the Lucky Six. ‘They survived because of one reason; they were helping. A grandmother from Brooklyn, was trying to get out of one of the Trade Tower buildings. She wasn’t walking well (her office had been on the73th floor) and was exhausted when the firefighters came across her as they were heading down to the lobby. They couldn’t leave her there so they began to help her down to the lobby. There was a big boom. The South Tower had just collapsed. When they were on the fourth floor, she couldn’t go any further. Then everything started to heave. The North Tower started to go down. Then it was noisy, things began to fly around, and there were gigantic dust clouds. They were hurled around for a moment and then the wreckage settled with them in it. There was no way out. But then they saw that, for some reason, the second-floor section of the staircase was still there! The firefighters placed a harness around her and slid her down. Remarkably, all seven got out alive. Faster or slower, they might not have gotten out, but at that pace they did’, the media reported. After the first plane hit the World Trade Center it is likely that many others in the South Tower were likewise told to stay inside. “The advice to stay inside was to avoid the deadly rain of debris already falling from the North Tower. But Instead of heading for the “safety” of his own office, Wadja phoned his mother who advised him to “just run, run, run -get out of there”. “I’m glad I listened to her because otherwise I might have just stood their watching, stunned and not knowing that it was going to get worse.” Wadja had started to run away from the scene when the second plane crashed into the South Tower, housing the office to which he had been directed only minutes before. “I kept running and I kept thinking to myself ‘why did I stop to look – I wasted minutes”. But many others, Wadja remembers, stood stunned and staring with amazement. They are likely to have been among the victims crushed when the towers collapsed half an hour later”, the media reported in 2001. Another good story is the long story of Bran Clark. Here are excerpts of his story:

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“Brian Clark worked on the 84th floor of the south tower, in the offices of Euro Brokers. He was one of several fire wardens on the floor, meaning he had been issued a flashlight and trained in how to evacuate people. After the plane slammed into the south tower, [The plane enters from 78th to 84th floor, from the south side], he encountered a number of other survivors from Euro Brokers, including Bobby Coll, Dave Vera, Kevin York and Ron DiFrancesco. Only Clark and DiFrancesco would survive, as Coll, Vera and York decided to go up in the stairwell, instead of down . On the way down, Clark heard someone from the 81st floor screaming for help. Clark found that man, Stanley Praimnath, and saved his life. Finally, on the way down in the stairs, Clark and Praimnath encountered Jose Marrero, a facilities manager for Euro, who was headed up the stairs to try to help Dave Vera. Marrero also died. Clark says: ‘When the first plane hit, our group of fire wardens started yelling to get everyone off our floor and most of our people did start down. But then we started to get news from the televisions around our floor that it was the other building, not ours. The remaining people began to linger. I would guess that perhaps 40 of our people were still on the floor when the building announced, ‘Building Two is secure’. Some of our people actually returned to our floor after that announcement . I was totally surprised. I was in a conversation two to three feet away from a gentleman named Bobby Coll. He had told me that after the first plane hit, he had gone down but with the announcement he had come back up with Kevin York. There was sort of like a double noise, like a bang, thump. With the second thump everything just fell apart in our room. The first noise was the impact; the second noise was the explosion and the shock wave of the fuel igniting. I went into what I’ve called a football ready stance, like a linebacker. We sort of spread our legs and braced ourselves, hands out for balance. Well, it was just a reflex. We’re talking and then all of a sudden it’s like this. And part of it is almost, in a way, a reflex to duck what might be falling from above, you know your hands go up and ready to protect yourself, that sort of thing. It was those first 10 seconds after impact that were the only time I was terrified the whole day. My sense was that our building swayed a long way toward the Hudson River, to the west. I was used to it swaying in the wind a bit. And then it stopped and then it came back to vertical. And there was no back and forth. It didn’t vibrate, that sort of thing; it didn’t oscillate. And at the conclusion of that 10-second period, I immediately sobered up. I had my flashlight in my pocket from when the first plane impacted, and clicked it on, because we’re suddenly in darkness and light dust everywhere, like construction dust, not black smoke from an explosion, even though there was a fireless, smokeless explosion in our room. That’s what it felt like: an explosion without fire. Doorframes fell out of the wall. Some of the raised floor even buckled and that was like concrete slabs on pylons. That again could have been part of the torque, I don’t know. But light fixtures and speakers and stuff dangled from the ceiling. And I clicked on my flashlight and we started down this hall. And when we got to the center crossroads I could have gone any of three directions. For whatever reason I turned left and went to Stairway A. There was a group of seven of us. And I can’t remember all the names, even though I know everybody. Kevin York, Bobby Coll, Ron DiFrancesco for certain was in there. And David Vera, another of the fire marshals. So we are going down, and we met a heavy-set woman coming up from below who just was insistent, and spread her arms and almost wouldn’t let us go by. She was on the half landing between 80 and 81. She said, ‘Stop, stop, you’ve got to back,” walking up toward us. ‘You’ve got to go back. The floor below is all in flames and smoke. We’ve got to get above it.’ And we got into a debate. I had my flashlight and I went from face to face. Whoever was talking, I shone the flashlight at. I was not involved in the debate initially. I actually didn’t even make a comment. And in the midst of this debate I heard this banging, and a voice calling, ‘Help, help, I’m buried. Is anybody there? Can anybody hear me?” And miraculously -I’ll say it that way- I concentrated on that voice as the others were deciding to go up. And I grabbed Ron DiFrancesco by the shoulder and I said, ‘Come on, Ron, we’ve got to get this guy.’

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“I recall seeing David Vera with his walkie-talkie, and Bobby Coll and Kevin York – each had a hand under the heavyset woman’s elbows saying, ‘Come on, we’re in this together. You can do it.” So they were being good Samaritans. Based on the data they had they were doing the right thing. And up they went. I went in with Ron and the flashlight was sort of cutting through the fog. We’re into the floor and this voice was calling us, directing us to him. He kept guiding me until all of a sudden I could focus on him. It was strange how close his hand was when I got there. It was so dark. I just had my flashlight. I think it was pieces of desks or doorways, doorframes, that kind of thing that was restricting him. It was some heavy stuff. He could stick his hand through a hole of some sort. And as I approached him, he was screaming, ‘Can you see my hand? Can you see my hand?” And I couldn’t until I was literally less than a yard away from him. Ronny was overcome with the smoke. He had been using a gym bag or something to cover his face, but it wasn’t doing him any good. And I can remember seeing him sort of squint and crouch low and back off the floor with an agonized look on his face. I was, again miraculously, in a bubble. I can remember squinting a little bit but it was as if I had this bubble of clear air around me. I wasn’t coughing at all, breathing normally. And the trapped man had been crying, ‘Help, help, I can’t breathe.’ As soon as we got to the man, Ron disappeared. He went back to the stairway and I didn’t know what happened to him at that point. [Ron went up the stairs, then went down, getting out of the tower just before it fell] I guess it took me 30 seconds to a minute to get most of the stuff away from the trapped person, until this last thing we couldn’t move. That’s when I encouraged him to do the jumping. I reached over the top and I looked at him and I said, ‘You must jump. You’ve got to jump out of there.” He jumped once and I couldn’t connect with him. He jumped again and I grabbed him. I pulled him over the top and we fell in a heap and hugged. I said, ‘I’m Brian,” and he said, ‘I’m Stanley,” and we made our way back to the stairs. Some of the firewall, or maybe it had come from ceilings, I don’t know, had blown in on the stairs. Sheets were lying, or leaning on angle up against the railing. So we had to move those. Some were lying on the stairs. Water seemed to be dribbling out somewhere, I don’t know where, and making the stairs wet. And it was running sometimes on this drywall that was lying flat on the stairs making it like a slide. So we had to be very careful. We were holding onto the railing, hand-over-hand, kind of going down those slippery areas because we were standing on slippery drywall. Somewhere around the 77th floor, the stairway walls were cracked, and you could look through the cracks and see flames. They were just quietly licking up, not a roaring inferno. And there was some smoke there, but again I think the stairs were pressurized, pushing the air out so we had less smoke in the stairway than you might imagine. We didn’t encounter anybody until the 68th floor. We are now in fresh air, lights on, normal conditions . And on the 68th floor we came across Jose Marrero [who dies]. Jose had taken some of our people down into the 40’s and 30’s, other witnesses have told me later. And I said, ‘Jose, where are you going?” He was alone, carrying his walkie-talkie. He said, ‘I’m going up to help Dave Vera, I can hear him on the walkie-talkie.” I said, ‘I’m getting this man from Fuji Bank out (Stanley was all cut and bruised.) Dave’s a big boy. He’ll fend for himself. Come on down with us .” But he said, ‘No, no, I can help him. I’ll be O.K.” I said, ‘Well, all right.’ Stanley and I continued down and our next encounter was at the 44th floor. We went in and we met a security guard. He quickly said, “Do you have phones?” And when I said, “No,” I asked him why and he said, “Well, I’m with this man who’s injured.” And I looked down behind his booth and there’s this man with massive head wounds. Stanley recalls something about his back being missing or something. I don’t recall that, thank goodness. But he said, ‘I’ll stay with this guy, but you’ve got to promise me that you’ll get a stretcher and medical attention for him.” We said, ‘We’ll do our best.” And we left him. So there’s a hero, an unsung hero that nobody really knows about. He was one of the blue jacketed World Trade Center or Port Authority security guards. He was an older man. I’m guessing he was at least 60’s. He could have been 70. He was certainly mature. And this other man was on the ground moaning in pain. How he got his head wounds, or how he got to the 44th floor, I have no idea. Didn’t ask. It was normal conditions there. Just two people there. Just eerily silent. ”

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Electricity was on [the 44th floor], but the phones weren’t working. Now, why his phones weren’t working and yet they were working on 31, I don’t know. We went back to the stairs and started down once again, still seeing nobody. We went in on the 31st floor . (That was just a coincidence, because 31 was the floor our offices used to be on in 1 World Trade Center.) We got into a conference room or something. I called home, told my wife that I was fine. Stanley called home. I don’t believe his wife was home. And I called 911 and I had quite a session getting through to somebody who would actually take my message. I mean, there were some real delays there, very frustrating. I finally sort of read them the riot act and said, ‘Look, I’m just telling you this once, don’t put me on hold because I’m going to hang up when I’m finished.” And I did that and we left. My guess is that we were on that floor between four and five minutes. Back to the stairs and we went all the way down to the plaza level where we came out on the north wall facing the plaza. And it looked like a moonscape. Fortunately, I didn’t see any carnage. I wasn’t aware of it. There were broken windows that maybe blurred my view. But we were looking at something that looked like an archeological find that had been abandoned for 100 years. We went down a flight of escalators and we casually walked through the revolving doors and along the hallway past some shops. And that’s where we started to see firemen who were quietly going about their business. There was no running or panicking, and it was not densely filled with authorities at all. Some of them were walking around, putting on their gear . When we got to the south entrance of Building 4, a policeman at the door warned us: ‘If you are going to cross Liberty Street, you had better run for it. There is debris falling from above.” I snuck out and looked up. Seeing nothing coming down, I told Stanley, ‘If you’re ready, let’s go.’ And we ran across Liberty Street and head south on Greenwich Street. We stopped at a deli. That’s the first stop. And I asked the deli owner, I said, do you have water? And he said, yeah, sure. They were just staring up at the towers. So he went in and came out with some water and a breakfast platter: sliced cantaloupe and sweet rolls and the cellophane. And he said, ‘Here, nobody’s coming for this today.” And I said, ‘Thank you.” And we walked to the west side of Trinity Church. There’s a bridge there that comes out of the backside of the church. And underneath it there were two ministers, and that’s when Stanley more or less broke down. ‘I think this man saved my life.” And I said, ‘Stanley, I think you might have saved mine, too. You got me out of that debate.’ And the ministers gave a prayer and said, ‘The church is open if you want to go inside.” So we looked at each other and agreed, ‘Why not, yeah, let’s do that.’ We walked around the south side of the church, but halfway up the hill on Rector Street, we stopped and looked up at the burning Trade Center towers. Stanley said he thought the tower might fall down. I said, ‘No way. That’s a steel structure..”. I didn’t finish the sentence when it started to slide down. And we stood looking at it while it did it. And we stood staring but not believing quite what we were seeing. And at that time, I thought only the top third of the building had fallen. We didn’t run immediately because we didn’t realize this dust debris was rolling down the street. It wasn’t until it kind of went literally up and over the church, that’s when we started to run. And I still had the darn fruit tray, the breakfast platter. I felt like an idiot when I realized I had it in my hand, but I’m running down Broadway holding the thing. You’re not thinking. We ran down Broadway to 42 Broadway, dove into the lobby, and stayed there for 45 minutes. Stanley gave me his business card. And we got to know each other a little better and just stayed in there. We left the building and wandered eastward toward the FDR Drive. Somehow, we got separated. I’m screaming, ‘Stanley! Stanley!” And I couldn’t see him. And I’m running back and forth with my hand up in the air, “Stanley.” And he was gone. And it was a bizarre feeling. And then that feeling swept over me, ‘My God, Stanley isn’t real. He was an angel sent to get me out.” And then I realized, there was his business card, so I knew he was real.”