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It is a long held belief  amongst the uncles and aunts of my generation that 'The Hindu'  was an epitome of both English language writing and fair news reporting.

When I grew up I understood that these uncles and aunts do not read anything much  and follow the family tradition just like they patronize 'Filter Coffee' or 'Carnatic music'.


That 'The Hindu' had long become 'The Chindu', cannot be lost on those who are even mildly discerning.

Perfidous ‘The Hindu’  would like us to believe 'China' as a friend and US as our enemy. For this purpose it even plays up the victim hood of muslims as it has done in a recent article on Iraq. The idea is if muslims can be herded to hate US, the vote-hungry politicians of India will tilt against US. It is tantalizing prospect for our vote-bank seeking politicans to champion the cause of muslims for wrong reasons, as witnessed in the case of  Danish cartoon protests, Osama's killing ( remember Digvijay singh calling him Osamaji and taking umbrage at his un-islamic burial)

In a recent article on Iraq, readers are asked  to believe as if all the tumult that you see in middle east are America's doings or the after effects of American in .  Is it America's burden to bring democracy in these societies ? How have these societies treated 'the other'  in the past 1000 years+.  Is it not a history of loot, murder and other depredations. 

Playing up Muslim sentiments, turning a blind eye to millennial feud between Shia's and Sunnis,  glossing over the mercenary China's machinations against India and rest of the free world thru its proxies Pakistan and North Korea became the editorial policy of 'The Hindu' under Ram.

The Hindu would like India to come under the influence of China, the most detestable and evil influence on the world today. As the nationalistic Indian feels naturally inclined to liberal west, 'The Hindu' spares no effort to deride us as chauvinistic and RSS apologists.

 Indian people are not naive like they were before, during the heydays of  socialistic rhetoric.
We have much to gain from associating with US and Europe and not from the OIC and the diabolical Chinese ruling mafia.



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