Friday, 30 June 2017

The Contractor - An interactive review

Amazed at the tenacity of contracted assassin, Mr Raymond Davis, an interactive review of 'The Contractor' is coming your way. The publication was delayed for political reasons which means the book was written and published for political reasons. For Pakistani people and media, please try & understand the motive, don't just buy spiteful reporting of Geo News against ISI & General Pasha (no real love lost for the man). An American Hero is not necessarily our Hero. This book is a miserable attempt to clear Raymond Davis' name, justify American policy of contracted assassins with consistent underpinnings of disgust towards Pakistani nation. The content of the book would definitely be music to ears of anti Pakistan elements both home, across border & abroad. Daniel S Markey in his book ,'No Exit From Pakistan', page 138 mentioned egomaniac trigger happy nature of Raymond Davis, wherein, he beat up his fellow American on a petty parking slot issue. Finally, the book is vetted by CIA and made viral on the internet. Under normal circumstances, this would mean disaster to author & publisher.
Author's note
Raymond, you mentioned that few details and names are withheld or altered for security reasons, you had no sense of time and interestingly, in the last line of author's note, ' phrasing is almost certainly inexact'. For any serious person, there is no need to read the book beyond that point unless you could have mentioned which part of the book can be trusted as the whole truth.
Chapter1
Your philosophy on luck was very educative or was it?
Raymond, you never mentioned who puts marbles in that 'Luck Jar'?
You have shown a lot of disgust for music, traffic situation, traffic police and motorcycles riders who wore only a helmet and rest all was free. Really, who invited you over? Should have stayed in US and could have listened to unaltered Katty Parry songs at will.
Chapter 2
You wanted to get away from Big Stone Gap at any cost. So if you were disgusted with your own birthplace in Virginia, how could you learn to love any place in the world, let alone Lahore. A half starved American hero in the making. More intense than Tom Cruise's role in Top Gun. Caring, compassionate, family oriented, athlete etc etc. Says who? Raymond himself. This chapter is begging establishment sponsored directors to make a movie on this national hero.
Chapter 3
A cute macho with a softer side who was 'stupid stubborn'.
He wanted to get back to action.
Says who? Mrs Raymond Davis.
Chapter 4
A miserable attempt to give moral justification of your dirty job as it reads
'contractor' is not a 'hired gun'.
'I viewed the job as an extension of my military career'.
Well Ray, you did but we can't, your own greater perception of you still does not change anything. You remain a paid assassin. And justifying contracted killers from Continental Army of George Washington to Vietnam War to 'Rumsfeld Doctrine' still does not change anything. For justifying contractor-to-soldier role in economic terms, you may get few nods from American tax-payers but it still does not come close to justifying your dirty job of 600 USD per day. Only white blooded top executives, drug dealers and  killers like you make this much in a day.
So your first job as a hired gun was to protect Hamid Karzai, still a dirty job.
Chapter 5
Muhammad Faheem was carrying a gun but did he point that gun at you? How do we know Ray? Its your word against nobody's word.
Too much of your shooting skills' stories. You killed 2 men in 3 seconds firing 10 rounds. If someone buys your scrappy story of self defence, still one round could have been enough to incapacitate Faheem who as per your claim aimed at you. You miserable cold blooded murderer.
Chapter 6
Interesting weaving of story. Still, what happened at Misour Square in Iraq and what you did at Mozang Chowk were both 'voluntary manslaughter'.
'A nation born out of the ashes of rioting', how poor Hindus were killed in Hazaratbal or how Muslim students in Islamabad 'nearly' burnt down the US embassy. All lame stories and suppositions to justify your heinous crime 'Crossbones' because you belong to a nation born out of the ashes of immorality.
Chapter 7
You poor soul. Even police deceived you and those FC walas who perform 'well choreographed drama' at Wagha also didn't help. You didn't kill more people at Anarkali because they would have surely killed you on the spot, so keep your rules of engagement crap to yourself. It all would have not happened only if you had your SUV, but the luck jar didn't have it that day. Your teammates Z & Eagle Eye who broke every law of traffic using wrong side of the road, '35 miles at top', trampled Ibad-ur-Rehman. Don't worry too much about that, it was just a mosquito. Saving a white murderer was more important, may it involved killing any number of people in the process.
Chapter 8
So eventually the same policeman & rangers men took you to the safety of a police station. We can only appreciate your soft & hard skill methods of interrogating, afterall, an American hero has to have an all encompassing personality. However, you were on a clandestine anti-state mission. In simple words, a spy and an American terrorist who killed Pakistanis in cold blood. And how much you desist Army & ISI. You were not residing in consulate & your biggest worry was not to give away location of your safe-house in Lahore. Wonder what CIA would do to a a Pakistani in the same situation in New York?
Chapter 9
One of largest US consulates in the world forgot to put Ray's name among those with diplomatic accredition. Another innocent concoction. Yes, the luck jar thing.
Chapter 10
The ISI colonel didn't appear Sherif Farley in My Cousin Vinny, it was in fact the imaginative writer hired by CIA who thought so. Come on 'stupid stubborn', its way beyond your thick brain.
Oof ! Another inmcent mistake, you didn't even know the name of your current RSO. This makes your case a bit more dodgy.
Chapter 11
Supervisor told Mrs Raymond that he was being robbed? What? Then why was robber pointing gun from the back of his motorcycle? Why didn't he come down & demanded money and stuff? As it is admitted in previous chapter that those were regular swindlers and we know better how it works on our streets. Nobody flashes gun from a distance, they just approach the person and ask for stuff. When you are stupid stubborn then your fair judgement is likely to be shrouded. It was your racist disgust for Pakistani people that you made an excuse to kill two young guys with out remorse.

Chapter 12

You didn't sleep well and didn't eat as well. Well, we feel sorry for you but you just killed two humans.

How bizzar was the court hearing where proceedings were supposed to be in English but would collapse to Urdu. We apologize for talking to each other in our own language.
Wonder why consulate head who was a near perfect diplomat and 18 Delta of SF were allowed to visit Police Training Camp. Obviously, in return of the coalition support fund and aid we received from US.
But it is amazing how two 'most intelligent men' on god's earth communicated with each other in implied language with references like 'Pineland games'. Smart would be an under-statement.

Chapter 13
Ray needs more love. Where does he find that?. Open with his feelings, physically imposing yet sensitive, cried with fountain of tears. But never discussed any assignment. He was like a bank vault. Once sensitive information went inside, it was behind a heavy door accessoble on need to know basis. Says who? Mrs Raymond Davis (Rebecca) who served in the army and exactly knew what to say if she had to make her pathetic husband look like a hero.
And the very next paragraph, she says in this unique book of contradictions,' It seemed like he wasn’t home five minutes from one deployment before he started talking about the next one'. Wait, did you not say, he never talked about hos assignments.
And then starts a long list of woes of a contractor's wife. Driving in winters and surviving a blizzard. But hey, Rebecca, what about Shumaila wife of Faheem who was murdered by your sensitive hubby and out of sheer frustration that Raymond might be allowed to go free without trial, she took poisonous pills and died.
I have read some disjointed incoherent stories in my life but this one tops them all.
Suddenly, my skill jar is filling up, I'm an 'old warrior' and somehow I made my son stop crying.
Then those unending diseases baby Einstein had contracted and whinning about spending 2000$ on his health out of 18000$ you earn each month.
Listen dude, this is a story aimed at eulogising Ray & undermining Pakistan & its Army. Can you get your focus straight in coming chapters, please.