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Written by Paul Yeenie Harry   
Tuesday, 02 February 2010
A lot of situations related to human beings nonplus me, not because I’m a simpleton, but because, generally speaking, the creatures called human beings are really funny.

The first hilarious situation is the fact that these creatures call themselves “human beings.” By giving themselves this appellation, they conceitedly, but wrongly – at least in my mind – reason that they’re the most beautiful, the best, the smartest, the most complex, the most creative, etc., of God’s creation. In fact, some of them even refuse to acknowledge the indisputable fact that they are animals.

“I’m a human being, please. Don’t treat me as if I were an animal,” remarked a man to his choleric and unmerciful and overbearing wife, as if by making such a statement he would automatically be placed under the plant kingdom. 

By the way, I’ve not fathomed what really makes the creatures who call themselves human beings to be human beings. And no one has been able to present empirically and logically convincing facts or evidence to prove what really makes us human beings. Anyway, this will be dealt with in a separate article – what makes human beings human beings.

Back to the hilarious nature of human beings. Human beings are animals; however, most of them think they’re not, and shouldn’t be treated as such. Besides, they are dirt – walking mud, I would say – but they think and behave as if they were some kind of precious jewel or iron structure. Isn’t it funny?

Now, let’s focus on the crux of the article – the walking-dumpsite nature of human beings. Generally speaking, human beings hate dumpsites because they contain disgusting products and nasty throwaways, and they stink. Actually, many human beings either hold their nose or hurriedly pass by when they pass a dumpsite. The speed with which they pass even increases when there’re feces at the site, or when there’s a toilet nearby. Why? Well, the answer is simple: Human beings contend that they hate feces. But it’s hilarious, isn’t it?

The human being himself is a dumpsite, a toilet – at least some important parts of him are. First, there’s the stomach, where all kinds of disgusting substances are found at one point or another. When a human being regurgitates a disgusting substance, a vomit, for instance, where does it come from? Not from his stomach, one of the dumpsites carried by the human being? It’s funny to see a human being run from the dumpsite on the corner of the road, when it’s a fact that there’s a dumpsite in his very body. Hilarious, human beings, hilarious! You’re a walking dumpsite. If you don’t believe me, take a look at what ‘s in your stomach. Why do you think you are so special, you walking dumpsite? 

Then there’s the large intestine in human beings. What’s found in the large intestine? Toilet! Yes, toilet! In other words, the human being has a deposit of toilet in his body. That’s why it’s funny to me when I see a human being hurriedly pass a toilet in the community, or when he holds his nose to pass. Doesn’t the human being know that as he runs, there’s already some toilet sitting in his very body? Hilarious, human being, hilarious! Remember that there’s always some toilet in your body and, as you move around, you’re moving with that toilet. You’re a walking dumpsite!

All those fine clothes on you mean nothing. You have toilet in your body. You are a walking dumpsite! All the expensive makeup on your body does not negate the fact that there is a deposit of some toilet in your body. You are a walking dumpsite! 

Why are you bluffing like that on the road? Don’t you know that there’s some toilet in your body? Why are you walking like that? Have you forgotten that there’s some toilet sitting right in your body? Why are you laughing like that, as if there were no toilet in your body? You’re a walking dumpsite – I mean, a toilet. 

Look, you beautiful girl! Why are you bluffing that guy, telling him that he’s not your type? I know that you think you’re so beautiful that men should rub food on your body before eating it. I know that you think you’re an angel on Earth. But, do you know that you’re a walking dumpsite, that there’s some toilet in your body right now? You’re a walking dumpsite! 

Look, young man! I know that the pair of shoes you’re wearing are expensive. I know that the car you’re sitting in is also expensive. I know that you’ve a gold chain on your neck. I know that you think you’re the handsomest man on Earth. But do you know that there’re some disgusting stuffs in your stomach? Are you aware that there’s some deposit of toilet in your large intestine as I speak? You are a walking dumpsite! 

The police officer standing on the road has some feces in his body. The pastor jumping up and down in front of his members every Sunday morning also has some feces in his body. The professor or teacher standing in front of the chalkboard has some deposit of toilet in his body. The woman or man shopping in that market or mall has some toilet inside them. The boy and girl kissing each other near the house have some deposit of toilet in their bodies. Human beings move around with toilet in his body all the time. Yet, they argue that they hate toilet.

It’s incomprehensible that a human being would choose to bluff all over the place every time – in the street, at school, at the workplace, in church, at some program, etc. – when it is certain that there’re some difficult-to-look-at substances sitting in his stomach and large instance. I don’t understand the basis for the bluff.

I don’t know, but every time I see a human being bluffing and feeling too important because of so-called nice body, expensive and nice clothes, etc., the first question that comes to mind is whether there isn’t any disgusting substance in that person’s stomach, or no toilet in his large intestine. In other words, I want to know whether or not he’s aware that he’s a walking dumpsite.

Hmm! Let’s face it, folks. There’s something in this to think about.





Comments (8)
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1. 03-02-2010 21:00
 
Check this out
:grin :grin http://funmeme.com/post/2009/12/16/Women-Are-Like-Banks.aspx
 
Rebecca Togba
2. 05-02-2010 21:15
 
Check this out
This is philosophy made simple.
 
KM Nagbe
3. 08-02-2010 04:36
 
K-Moe!
What's up, Prof? It feels so nice to read your thread. 
 
Visited the site and it wowed me. It's thrilling! Thanks for the job.
 
Paul Yeenie Yeenie
4. 10-02-2010 14:13
 
K-Moe!
Men-o-Men some women want to taste other men or love to have organism which she never have from men prefer women as suppler. 
 
So let her shop around there is no one who ever have it all there must be but...A..Liberian way. as human beings we must make a priority.
 
Gargar
5. 11-02-2010 01:01
 
leaving for Monrovia in march 15
Of all the streets 
that blur in to the sunset 
There must be one (which, I am not sure) 
That I by now have walked for the last time 
Without guessing it, the pawn of that Someone 
 
Who fixes in advance omnipotent laws, 
Sets up a secret and unwavering scale 
for all the shadows, dreams, and forms 
Woven into the texture of this life. 
 
If there is a limit to all things and a measure 
And a last time and nothing more and forgetfulness, 
Who will tell us to whom in this house 
We without knowing it have said farewell? 
 
Through the dawning window night withdraws 
And among the stacked books which throw 
Irregular shadows on the dim table, 
There must be one which I will never read. 
 
There is in the South more than one worn gate, 
With its cement urns and planted cactus, 
Which is already forbidden to my entry, 
Inaccessible, as in a lithograph. 
 
There is a door you have closed forever 
And some mirror is expecting you in vain; 
To you the crossroads seem wide open, 
Yet watching you, four-faced, is a Janus. 
 
There is among all your memories one 
Which has now been lost beyond recall. 
You will not be seen going down to that fountain 
Neither by white sun nor by yellow moon. 
 
You will never recapture what the Persian 
Said in his language woven with birds and roses, 
When, in the sunset, before the light disperses, 
You wish to give words to unforgettable things. 
 
And the steadily flowing Rhone and the lake, 
All that vast yesterday over which today I bend? 
They will be as lost as Carthage, 
Scourged by the Romans with fire and salt. 
 
At dawn I seem to hear the turbulent 
Murmur of crowds milling and fading away; 
They are all I have been loved by, forgotten by; 
Space, time, and Borges now are leaving me.
 
Gargar
6. 13-02-2010 07:23
 
leaving for Monrovia in march 15
“I must learn to love the fool in me the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries”
 
Zhu-Zhu Man
7. 13-02-2010 08:51
 
Dehumanizing
Paul this is a different perspective which dehumanizes people. 
 
It is strange and profound at the same time. 
 
Dukule
 
Dukule
8. 15-02-2010 11:47
 
Dehumanizing
Paul it is sadden the people you "LOVE" the most are the ones that "HURT" you the most.
 
Gargar

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