“The problem is that people here telephone them and ask them to return. If these people don’t call, they will not return.”

You are fucking kidding me right?! I read this and almost choked on my post-gym Nutella sandwich. Sam had a tragic-comic post about the crap that has recently been floating to the surface in Sri Lanka in the news. Even with this in mind the recent comments from his ‘honourable’, probably overweight minister of Labour Relations Athauda Senevirathne does beggar belief though.

Let me get this straight, my mom/sister/daughter is in a country that as we shave, shit and shower is being bombed back into Biblical times and is on the verge of being invaded by a mob of very pissed off Israelis and the Minister is suggesting to ‘chill Winston!’. How absolutely bloody insightful! He goes on to mention that they are used to conflict! I highly doubt a person gets inured to missiles raining down on them and every once in awhile bisecting your neighbour and probably blowing their poodle to kingdom come.

"We are not encouraging them to come back… I don’t think a large number of people want to come back.” Obviously that’s why some 2000 workers braved life and limb to get to Beirut from South Lebanon. Mr Minister claims the evacuated workers want to get back to their jobs. Obviously you dumb fuck they want to get back to work, they after all don’t have the ‘enviable’ luxury of having ‘ripping off the country’ as the first item on their resumes unlike our politicians. I don’t think they want to get back to Lebanon though after they went to the trouble of getting out under fire leaving passports and pay behind!

What I really, really do not understand is how the stupidest 1% of Sri Lankans always end up in Parliament or the Cabinet. This Athauda obviously electrocutes himself with depressing regularity while making his morning tea and probably misses the toilet bowl every time. To say his comments lack sensitivity is like saying Idi Amin was an occassionaly inattentive husband. I’ve actually run out of things to say, I don’t think there are words that have been invented that are quite capable of capturing how absolutely fucking moronic Athauda is. He was probably less dropped on his head as a baby and more had his head run over by an exceptionally long semi while an elephant stomped on his nads.

My sympathies to the poor women in Lebanon whose only crime was to be born poor and search for betterment in life. They bring in a considerable chunk of the foreign exchange Sri Lanka earns and as a reward have their interests represented by this fucktard.

 

Despite my tired, terrified look, I really want to go back! 

 

 

Who wouldn’t want to go back to this!?