Blonde moments in the Bahraini Elections
Sometimes, they say, silence is golden. They also say that it is better to keep people thinking that you’re stupid rather than open your mouth and remove all doubt, alas people do like to hear themselves talk.
This is the case with an airhead who have found herself probably by pure coincidence as the “official spokesperson” for the 2006 Bahraini elections.
First, this (somewhat) pretty lady released a humungous cerebral waste (being in polite company, I’ll borrow Mark’s definition here) by threatening anyone calling the Bahraini elections, judges, procedures, etc into question with being presented to the public prosecutor. Thankfully the local press found a bit of their backbone and took her to task.
Yesterday, she came out with this humdinger:
من جانبها نفت المتحدثة الرسمية للانتخابات عهدية أحمد وجود الطائفية في البحرين، وقالت: »المواطن البحريني لا يصوت لطائفة ضد طائفة اخرى، والطائفية موضوع غير مطروح أساسًا، ونحن المواطنين في البحرين من السنة والشيعة لا توجد مشاكل فيما بيننا أبدا«
The pretty lady denies that we have any sectarianism in Bahrain at all and that the Bahraini citizen does not vote for a sect against another, and that the sectarian issue is not on the table at all and that we Bahraini citizens Sunna and Shi’a do not have a problem between us at all.
Aha! Now I get it. Ms. Ahdeya Ahmed must hail from the outer reaches of Mars as I know that her little brain must have been indoctrinated there and in it was injected that latest brainfart of hers above.
Bless your heart sister; for God’s sake don’t get that “position” to get to your head… the translation of “official spokesperson” is no other than “mouth piece”, but in your case, unfortunately, they forgot to specify the required brain power to control that orifice.
I for one am extremely happy that come December 2nd, you’re out of a job.
Hopefully next time they’ll select someone who can more than string a couple of sentences in flawed nasal English to be their “official spokesperson.” Or at least someone with a couple of brain cells to rub against each other and give the audience at least the benefit of the doubt that some of us actually do enjoy those cell frictions.