Wednesday, January 06, 2010

God! Don't Talk About God To Me.

Today, somewhat, I learned something that is to do with SEP. And though I did have the expectation that SEP might occur before I started re-tweeting on Viva Palestina for the day from the growing awareness that the team was, and still is, having problems with the journey to send 210 trucks worth full of aids to desperate Palestinians, never did I realize that the effects of SEP was to be that obvious.

SEP here stands for Somebody Else's Problem, hence SEP for short.


Somebody Else's Problem (also known as Someone else's problem or SEP) is an effect that causes people to ignore matters which are generally important to a group but may not seem specifically important to the individual.
An SEP is something we can't see, or don't see, or our brain doesn't let us see, because we think that it's somebody else's problem. The brain just edits it out, it's like a blind spot. If you look at it directly you won't see it unless you know precisely what it is. Your only hope is to catch it by surprise out of the corner of your eye.

The technology required to actually make something invisible is so complex and unreliable that it isn't worth the bother. The "Somebody Else's Problem field" is much simpler and more effective, and "can be run for over a hundred years on a single torch battery.

This is because it relies on people's natural predisposition not to see anything they don't want to, weren't expecting, or can't explain.

The team is facing numerous cases of violence as the team was opposed by the government of Egypt that denied access to Palestine unless 59 of the vehicles are to be sent through Israel, as understood to provide the needy people of Israel too with the aid. Many were injured, and some were detained including a Malaysian boy who happened to follow the convoy all the way from United Kingdom.

Now let's check what if this happens in Malaysia:

Should one party of people start to accumulate in open grounds over little things that they commonly do not have particular agreement with, in order to control the situation the FRU will send their troops. Quite usually this will reside to a some showering effect and gases that make you cry quite frankly like you did when you were three when that bully kid took your bike away.

Next would be some series of sincere whacking from the FRU should somebody wants to play hero of the day. One or two heroes will be injured and detained.

In a little less than a few seconds after the violent whacking takes place, all we know is that there will be five thousands NGOs passing out memorandums to the police and the government to stop excruciating beatings done on previous party of angry mobs. Few politic icons will stand before stages and give out lengthy speeches that usually will redirect totally to everything unrelated to the violence. The next to happen will be some group of people wearing some sort of monotone T-shirts commonly the family members/friends/supporters of the previous angry people to walk along public roads causing main causeways to stuck in miles long traffic jam just to pass a God damn piece of paper or two to certain somebody with extreme power in the nation.

Not only that, the blogs will be filled with numerous posts and pictures of the events, mostly to tell people that, "hey, can you see me there in the picture? I was with the crowd too you know? I am the man!'. That kind of things. Twitters will at times crash from endless chirps, and thousands of Facebook Fanpages will be created and updated every little second.

And the number of people doing this will be easily represented by five to six digits. Simply.

In the name of God, they say. In the name of the people, in the name of the nation.

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So now, our own Malaysians thousands of miles away from home are facing devastating conflict that completely put their life in danger, where life really matters. They are too facing the same situations - water gun showers and tear gases and beatings and pretty much everything else in between. And all they wanted to do was to bring some aids to the needy people of Palestine, in the name of God and the people.

So far my tweets were re-tweeted by only three people.

Other tweets will be on Ne-yo's concert this weekend, about the hungriness twitter people are experiencing, the boring life they are living, those nice shoes and bags they saw in the mall the other day, tonnes of heartbreaks over every little thing they found today, what's for lunch, their lifelong stupid bosses (then how come you are not the boss yet?) and the likes.

Seriously, I feel sad. I feel entirely disappointed. And I feel sorry for our Malaysian heroes who are on the way to Gaza now, who really have the balls to do it. And I do not see any of those who fought the previous fights against the police and the government anywhere to be found on this one particular battle that goes to an international scale.

In the name of the nation, the people, humanity and God they say.

God! Don't talk about God to me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

SEP huh