An honorable man V.02

He is an honorable man. If having two legs, two arms, a face and a parabolic belly is sufficient reason to be called honorable. Yet like all human beings we need to adorn him too, as history’s one more produce.

He can talk for hours without any subject and he often choose to luxuriously excrete the choicest of adjectives at the society around him. But we are duty bound to call him honorable enough

If studying in the United States is an honorable experience to have, then he has to be honored by medals the land has never seen, for we have many who did but never stooped to the level of such disdain for fellow being; yet today I am forced to title this man an honorable one, because I fear not his wrath.

If living near the Mediterranean and among harmless, smiling people hasn’t given any meaningful change in any man, do we call him honorable? Even if we don’t, history would. Hitler, Mussolini, Idi Ameen, Saddam Hussein and their breed were all honorable till they fell.

If abusing own kith and kin in front of others is a virtue in its own, then this man is a messiah of such virtues that entitle him for many ornamental titles that has eluded him so far. And we must endeavor to spread the word of such valor to all lands and ensure that he is decorated by all means and masses.

There are people who make peace with life and some other who make pieces of other’s lives. Do we call such aberrations human beings? But in this case, we found such scathing monstrosity existing among our race too. And we need to call such people honorable or our honor would be at stake.

This man is for sure is all set to scale new heights in his collection of trophies, mostly for his undying spirit of harmony, wit, enthusiasm and sense of humour – all that could be used as metaphors of war and that too in every terrain, wet or wild. He is indeed honorable.

And he has to be called “Your Honour”, cos he is truly worthy of that salutation till kingdom come. He speaks such polite words that he puts to shame even the black widow in such literary debauchery. And you would never find such a just man, when only he remains in the land.

We must wonder that how could such an honorable man who can raise only spite and spit fireballs of anger into the neighborhood could become a do-gooder! Feel what you may, but he has grown into such enormity that even he could be called a most honorable neighbor; fear you must.

Do we need him to make our gathering more colorful with unashamed bravado against own countrymen? Do we need him to usher us, sane souls, into the path of self-destruction? Do we need to put a large noose around our necks and wait for this honorable man to suppress our expressions and snuff our lives?

And the time has come for us to decide; that what we need is not such honorable men, but fellow beings who see the light in each other, hold our hands when in need and even if we don’t.

He is amidst us gentlemen. Let us decide. Today

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