From: mgundeko@pcserver2.Naitc.Com (Murthy Gundekota)
Subject: Who cares for Sonia's book on Rajiv?
Organization: Somewhere near Chicago
Date: Thu, 10 Sep 92 20:17:51 GMT

Someone asks this rhetorical questions: ``Who cares for Sonia's book
on whoelse?''

Really, who cares for Rajiv other than Sonia? The answer is: many
imbeciles who also voted for congress(i). And of course, the people
whom Rajiv owed money. I can't imagine their grief. Perhaps, Sonia
was one of them. But then, I presume she has access to all of his
Swiss accounts, because the Swiss bankers *know* she is the widow
and not because she is an Italian. As I've previously noted, besides
prostitutes, Swiss bankers are the only honest people surviving or
dead on this earth. Of course, the remains of dead people can't lie.
But they can't talk either.

In a recent India Abroad, the cover page had Sonia's picture, and the
caption read (not exactly): this picture shows her for the first time,
since the death of her husband, in a public appearance.  Boy, she
looked like a turn-on or what? If there are gals depressed because
Amitabh appeared with grey beard, and quite expectedly fumbled around
on the stage without the help of directors and stunt-man (who died
recently in a motor accident), I was elated to see Sonia. May be, she
can fulfill my dream of Hue-Heffnerian porndom in India, or she might
go the way of Mrs.  JFK--marry a wealthy NRI businessman in Italy. It
seems, her aim, as per the Kayotees in the congress(i), is to bring up
her two kids so they will reclaim the PM throne from the bastards,
such as now ruling that
Gandhi-nazi-commie-socialist-lick-rich-fat-arse country. Those poor
bastards now ruling aren't apparently doing a good job. The free
market isn't good enough. Referendum in Kashmir isn't Gandhian.
Freedom to states isn't kosher. Now, you know why I called them
bastards, because they ain't got no Rajiv mama to breast feed them.
Now, don't we know that mother's milk is the most important first meal
of a baby. Save it for Sonia's babies.

The Sunday's wag, who is a commie dog from the slums of Calcutta,
vomitted his dog-shit theory, instead of using dog instincts, about 
the current government saying they aren't like Rajiv's and the PM
is `mysterious,' a `con man,' a `dump trouble makers' man, a `get away
from bad news' man. What does he expect from an oxford graduate? Drink
piss every morning? Or rub Gandhi family shit around his body so he
looks like a Gandhi family toilet cleaner? Sure you can dump people
who can't help your image. Do you want to bet on my literary skills or
my Pulitzer prize winning opportunities? God forbid these commie
bastards publishing magazines and newspapers in Calcutta and Cochin,
to ever dictate what the `elected' ruler should do.  

I am sorry for being so indecent. I love Sonia. I care about her book.
In fact, I want to proof-read it, so I can convince her that she
doesn't have the necessary skills to write an essay, let alone a book.
All right, I am mean. I will help her with her project. I will correct
her spelling and grammar. Okay, okay, that is too condescending. I
will only request her to include in the glossary the following item:

``Prime Minister of India: Until 1990, a commie, nazzi, socialist male
or female whose goal is to develop a fat arse at the expense of poor 
people's money. After 1990, humans started taking over this
commander-in-chief position, from the baboons of Gandhi genre.''



Murthy

All flames to:

Ms. Sonia-Gandhi Remarriage Association
P.O. Box 119
Rolling Meadows, IL 60006

Disclaimer: My organization doesn't endorse my political or personal
views. And these are not my professional or business views. Indeed
I never disclose my professional or business acumen on this bboard.