To the reader: This piece is written to protect existing national peace in the UK and international peace in the world from those art abusers who started to damage them both at the very centre of house of art namely at National Theatre in London on 09/03/2012. The story below is written to tell you the truth in a soft language after the author has witnessed how some tried to rape art and forced it to become a prostitute of money holders, who blindly and aggressively damaged and is still damaging the peace and freedom of speech in a show titled “Can we talk about this?” while craving for more power and superiority in the world. Not only art, but very precious human mind was also violated by an alleged artist who tried every kind of subliminal manipulation to inject those power hungry money holders’ aggressively divisive ideology.
This piece should not be considered a review as the work staged at NT doesn’t qualify to be a play but an attack to damage peace in the multicultural British society.The script of this political masturbation masked with art is not sold anywhere in the UK.Why?Is it not the audiences’ right to know what they are going to hear before the show?
He was old,in his late 50s, fame was still a boyhood dream for him. He claimed to be an artist but he was not highly recognised as an artist and couldn’t produce anything last three years. He blamed this bloody global financial crisis. But he was hungry, he wanted nothing but bread, he talked, his breath stank. He was ready to do anything, he even stood up on his head, he became a chair for a woman, but he had insulted her just a minute a go on the other hand. His spirit had sunk, his mind stunk when he spoke. He was ready to do anything, everything, really anything just to stop himself from salivating.

The symbol of Christinaity is insulted subliminaly in this scene.
One day a group of men in black suit approached this fragile artist looking man. Their big black car and secretive manners told him about their power. They offered him bread but not only that also fame around his old and forgotten name. What was he going to have to do in return he wondered?
“All you need to do is to distort the truth and put it into every living human being’s mind. Can you do that?”, they asked. How was he going to do that he wondered? They laughed at his hopeless face and said: “Hey, old boy just go and collect the story of people like you , people who are hungry for bread and fame ,who can do anything for fame , including attacking their own religion and identity. When you see them, you will know them. They look exactly like you. Start from Salman Rushdie, you know him? “Yes.” , he said quietly. “Great! Here is the money, go now!”
He could not look back even once. He ran to his favourite restaurant in Covent Garden and ordered his favourite dish. He dreamed of those veiled Arabic women after he had finished his food. “They look so sexy even under those black things.”, he said to himself and wished to be a soldier in the US army in Afghanistan.” “ Oh God!” he exclaimed quietly but the Italian waiter looked a bit surprised when she put the bill on the table. He looked at her, she didn’t look so bad but ,“I am fed up with those bigheaded western bitches.” , he confessed.
If it was not a coincidence that he and those men had similar fantasies about Arabic lands and Arabic women, then what was it? The men in black suits didn’t only fancy Arabic women but they would also die to own oil resources in Arabic lands.They would even kill and die.That night none of them could sleep. They all screamed while they masturbated dreaming of owning Arabic lands and Arabic women in their beds.
While they masturbated in their beds, desperate artist had to look for a way of departing Muslim women from their families, so he attacked them by criticising forced marriage. That was more important than anything else. He could forget about Rashdie for a while. Breaking family union, irritating women in order to take them to his and his patrons’ beds were more important. That (destruction of family union)was successfully done in many Western societies including British which are now sick and still trying to recover as a result.
He did that in the name of woman rights. “Spineless Pussy!” he exclaimed in the middle of the National Theatre referring British Government while looking into British people’s eyes. What kind of idiotic pussy licker could say that to British Government for welcoming diversity and resisting division? How could he insult a government by calling them “Spineless Pussy!” while trying to defend woman rights?Was he insulting women or defending them?
Now it was the time to let Rashdie, who attacked Qoran and offended millions of Muslims around the world in his book “Satanic Verses”, speak: “It is very, very easy not to be offended by a book. You just have to shut it.”, he said in his defence. I would like to ask him, If I said that Rashdie was such a desperado who was never loved since his childhood and in the end he had to that to get the national and international attention he had always dreamed of, would he just hit the “close” button or would he get offended?
While the men in black suits groan at the backstage of NT, this quasi artist starts talking about the another artist who drew cartoon of Prophet Mohammed, and the case of Theo Van Gogh and another case Florida pastor who attempt to burn copies of Qoran to divert global attention onto himself just before 9th anniversary of 9/11 attack. Another case, and another and all the cases who attacked Islam and Muslims for the same reasons in the last 30 years.
He attacks Christians for their tolerance of Muslims,he claims Western people ,who have been on the streets for their rights since the end of 2010, have been paralysed for a long time. What he actually means by that is this, those money holders whom I sold my art are going to attack Iran,please West support us in our unjust act.He begs them and violates their minds to convince them.British audiences laugh but not loud as they are always polite.But he pathetically continues and praises Jews as superior to all the other races in the world, but he selectively forgets to mention how many millions of Muslims have been killed and burnt since 1948 in Palestine. He tries very hard to blind you to Israeli airstrike in Gaza that has started at this very moment.While he trivialises all these attacks against Islam and Muslims, he doesn’t realise that he actually attacks free minds of audiences who are there to enjoy art not a cheap preach as he tirvialises them,too.
He even dares to hand a leaflet to audiences to spread this aggresively divisive ideology in order to complete his job. The men in black suits groan, louder and louder until audiences get restless in their seats and suufer from headache in the end. Suddenly one of them takes off his black suit in the mouth of another fame hungry actor and we see that this documentary combined with dance, that is designed to manipulate audiences’ perception subliminally against Islam is the work of bunch of Zionists. It has got nothing to do with genuine Jews. The fragile hungry artist and the group of Zionists say:“Can we talk about this? , with no orgasm in the end.
I would like to apologise to all the playwrights from Thespis to Shakespeare, from Bertolt Brecht to the ones who are in the process of writing their first plays for writing about this cheap ,peace damaging work which is presented to British people as a play. However I feel obliged to raise awareness of all the art lovers. My dedication to art also forces me to ask why National Theatre agreed to stage this aggressively divisive work? Can we talk about this National Theatre?
Reminder: This piece is not written to defend any religion but to protect peace between believers of three major religions in the world.
Like this:
Be the first to like this post.