By Jagath Asoka –

Dr. Jagath Asoka

Before we talk about dogs, pimps, and whores in Sri Lanka, Mr. Maithripala Sirisena, here is your first spiritual and geo-political challenge: Invite Dalai Lama, not as a political figure, but as a pilgrim to visit Anuradhapura, Dambulla, Kandy, and Polonnaruwa—our sacred four corners of Sri Lanka. If you are concerned about our Chinese masters, here is our excuse: we are the protectors of Theravada Buddhism; Dalai Lama is just another pilgrim. After all, we are a Buddhist nation, and these are our hallowed Buddhist sites; besides, Buddhist monks play a significant role in all aspects of our lives in Sri Lanka.

If it is infeasible and politically suicidal, make arrangements through a non-political group to invite Dalai Lama, perhaps just to have some Ceylon tea! Dalai Lama visits New York and other cities often, without any official invitations. He has been a guest speaker at many colleges. Imagine Dalai Lama giving a lecture at the BMICH. I don’t know whether it would be equivalent to spitting in the faces or licking the faces of those who built and donated the BMICH.

Any living person with a modicum of cerebral material in his or her skull can find out how the Chinese government tried to cow and intimidate Obama and David Cameron. They did not budge. Despite objections and warnings from China, both Obama and Cameron met with Dalai Lama.

Dalai Lama

Even though it was done for the wrong reasons, I am delighted that Pope Francis has visited Sri Lanka. Now is the time to invite Dalai Lama. Why should we invite Dalai Lama? He is not a “god” or a “living Buddha,” just a Buddhist monk who would genuflect without any pride, clasping his palms together, turning every person, momentarily, into a living deity, as if by some divine afflatus, even though in reality some of them are worse than the devil incarnate on this heavenly earth. Can you show me a single Buddhist monk of his caliber and disposition in Sri Lanka?

Dalai Lama is not one of the beefy Buddhist monks that appear on TV: In Sri Lanka, some monks who engage in politics are just beefy thugs, wearing yellow robs, manhandling other Buddhist monks and clergy. Our mad dogs allowed these beefy bulls to behave like some schizophrenic thugs. This kind of behavior is an affront to our claim, belief, and pride as Buddhists who are supposed to be the guardians of Theravada Buddhism. I am not generalizing and saying that all Sri Lankan Buddhist monks are yellow-robed thugs, just only a very few who continue to wreak havoc in our society. Are we going to tolerate this kind of conduct by bulls? Not anymore!

Mr. Sirisena, you know very well why your predecessor did not invite Dalai Lama—the one who bribed our professors, judges, artists, writers, lawyers, and clergy—the pimps and whores of our nation; these avaricious, power-hungry calque of sycophants and brownnoses worshiped your predecessor as if he were God incarnate; but now, he keeps hanging in every lamppost in Sri Lanka, showing his white-teeth, grinning helplessly at the mangy dogs that urinate on him. How many billions did he steal from our innocent Sri Lankans to hang himself on every lamppost so that now the mangy dogs can urinate on him? I have been told that dogs guard their territory, especially, the lampposts where they can urinate freely, without being watched by grinning perverts.

Well, dogs are the leitmotif of our political landscape in Sri Lanka. In a nutshell, the political situation in Sri Lanka is similar to a bucket of dog dung. Imagine a bucket of dog dung made by a gang of rabid dogs, while they were raping the Surabhi of our nation for ten years. Do you think, miraculously, you can turn this bucket of dog dung into milk by just adding a few drops of milk? The only way to make this happen is by pouring milk continuously, but the problem is there is no milk in Sri Lanka. When the mad dogs raped the Surabhi of Sri Lanka, surrounded by a claque of brownnosed pimps and whores, having orgies for ten years, she stopped producing milk. Now, she cries for justice; this traumatic event has made her barren. The mad dogs would not give up because their voracious appetite for rape is insatiable, and pimps and whores from every echelon are still supporting them.

Mr. Sirisena, what is your strategy? How are you going to manage these bloodthirsty, rabid dogs, whores, pimps, and sycophants? If you do not, soon they will devour you and would not even leave your bones. That is the political reality is Sri Lanka. So wake up and gird your loins because they are not going to play by the rules, because for them, rules do not matter. There is only one choice: It is either you or them. If you think this is going to be a peaceful, smooth transition and ride, wake up from your slumber state. Remember the mad dogs are not like Mandela. If they pull a knife, your better be ready to pull a bazooka. I am not promoting violence; just remember Roosevelt’s Big Stick policy: “Speak softly, and carry a big stick.” I do not believe in vengeance because it is a personal act. I do believe in justice because it is non-personal. Without justice, we will end up in perdition. Without justice, a nation cannot flourish and survive. Do you have an intelligent, forethought, and decisive plan of action to obviate a likely coup and assassinations? I am not sure that in Sri Lanka, given our bloody history, just a Big Stick would work. I know that you are not that naïve, gullible, and namby-pamby. But, sometimes, it helps to appear that way. It might save you in the long run. If you don’t survive, Sri Lankans are doomed. How are you going to survive when you are surrounded by a bunch of mad dogs? Remember what happened in Troy. Those who are joining you now are your “Trojan Horse.” You need your own Odysseus to match the cunning unexpected attacks of these rabid dogs. Their plan is obvious. So, do not trust the horse! Whatever it is, I fear the grinning dogs, even when they come with gifts.

Our nation was gang raped for 10 years; it took a while for people to realize it, because the dogs that raped the nation, simultaneously, played “the patriots’ game,” and did the raping in the dark, at first; then, they became so arrogant and continued raping the nation in public.

Now, the nation behaves like a rape victim with all its symptoms; even just an innocent glance can be construed as an attempt to rape. Mr. Sirisena, if you ignore what people are saying, I am certain that you will be punished not only for your peccadilloes but also for your predecessor’s crimes. Ask your children, friends, and family to behave, because people are not going to tolerate any more; and the rabid dogs who are around you will devour you! What are you going to do with these rabid dogs and sleazy sycophants? There are not enough kennels in Sri Lanka.

The moment Maithri was elected, people started calling him “Your Majesty,” “Mr., sir, President,” “Your Excellency,” etc.” For lack of a better phrase, I would say, “Give us a freaking break, you sleazy sycophants! Stop this nonsense!” It is the same old story, just different characters and masks.

Note: This article is not about real rape victims, dogs, pimps, and prostitutes. Dogs are lovable until they became rabid. People do not become pimps and prostitute to be glamorous; they do it because of hunger and starvation; often, to feed their children. I empathize with their circumstances and the choices that they have made for survival. This article is about the people that we revere and admire: professors, judges, artists, writers, lawyers, and clergy. When these professionals start pimping and prostituting for personal gains, jobs, and perks, knowing in their own hearts that the money and the perks that they receive in various forms come from the collective pocket our entire nation. For some Sri Lankans, it is not a crime to steal. To me, metaphorically and literally, it is similar to raping our nation.

Thank you, Rocco Panangadan, for your suggestions and comments.