THE SON OF RAS ASERATE-KASSA: (As described on Addis Tribune) 

“His idea of getting hold of the right end of the stick is to snatch it from the hands of somebody who is using it effectively, and to hit him over the head with it.” There is Abew saying in Amharic. “Kesash Yetekesashin Libona Biawuk Noro, Kebetum Balwetta.” Could it be “Set Yelakechiw Mot Ayferam” thing? I am referring to the London Embassy TPLF boss who may have given them orders to attack me one after the other. Or it is “Afinchan Simetut Ayin Yaleksal.” Again I am referring to Meles’s barking dogs he was trying to defend. 

The son of Ras Aserate Kassa is the most fraudulent, inept so-called journalist of Ethiopian politics ever to gull a timid critic or fool the innocent but a dull public as he always thought. But he made a great mistake to be handed with me. He shouldn’t have messed up with an angry Ethiopian fighter. He may be the “Incredible Hulk and the original spider man of the Marble Comics around the Embassy, but to me he is lighter and smaller than the lice.” Pity I can no longer have him shot by a spider man’s weapon. He said, “I leave you with a ‘food- for thought.” Oh Really? He was scared to give references or names. It could be hundreds of writers around the world. What a fool! What a hopeless banda!  

He writes like a Pakistani as they say, who has learned English when he was twelve years old in order to become a Chartered Accountant. The bestial nature of the indecent hoards of pirates, second storey men, porch climbers, gunmen, bandas, crooks, traitors, foreign agents and short card dealers who oppose me for criticising Meles and his regime is now perfectly manifest. He writes the worst English that I have encountered. He is an insult to those journalists and writers I so much admire. Mind you he is a guy who lived all his life and claimed to have studied journalism in one of the advanced country called Great Britain.  

No wonder he failed to write about the imprisoned journalists (supposed to be in his profession) and draconian press laws, the various massacres, political prisoners, the TPLF split, the draught, the Hague decision, WPC award, the homeless, the regimes brutality and many more. Why can’t he join Walta? All he writes is his and his family’s story (the Rases and Dejazmatches), Mengistu, kassa K, the BBC and criticises communities, opposition protests and meetings.  

And now he starts criticising writers like me who am trying hard to reach out and unite my people to save Ethiopia. What is my crime Lord? I cursed Meles and his cronies for treason and their crimes against humanity. And I do it not as a back-stabber as he put it but openly. So the smear merchants are struggling the war they cannot win. Cowardly campaigns of character assassination cannot stop me from fighting for my country and my people. Not in million years.

This is at a time when millions of our citizens are starving in addition to Meles’s brutality. Aids epidemic is out of control, the country is in the verge of loosing its territories and civil war is looming up and down the country. Opposition parties and individuals are sacrificing their lives and running around the globe to bring change and save Ethiopia. His writings and mission is of course to divert public’s attention from these urgent and important matters to also weaken our unity. He plays dirty politics at a time when Mother Ethiopia is on death penalty.  

For God’s sake who cares about Mengistu and the deceased Rases or the rascals at this crucial time in our history? His writings always reminds me of a string of wet sponges; it reminds me of tattered washing on the line; it reminds me of stale bean soup, of college yells, of dogs barking idiotically through endless nights. It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it. It drags itself out of the dark abysm of pish, and crawls insanely up the topmost pinnacle of posh. It is ramble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash. He should take some tablets. 

WE must demoralize Meles’s supporters like him so that Meles will be left alone hanging like “Quantta.” They can run but they can’t escape. Here we go! “Wodesh Ketedefash Biregtush Aykfash.” is for Mulugeta. Oh boy! I’m going to hit the son of Ras hard. The rats and dogs have come out to play – so have we. His speeches too leave the impression of an army of pompous phrases moving over the landscape in search of an idea. Sometimes these meandering words would actually capture a straggling thought and bear it triumphantly a prisoner in their midst until it died of servitude and overwork. On political meetings, his catch phrase always has been, “I oppose this government but….Blablabla.” Then he mingles, dines and wines at the Embassy until midnight. Gets other perks too!  

Indeed, the whole of Mulugeta’s article or critique is such barbarous trash; so outrageously offensive to reason and to common sense that one is naturally led to wonder how a genuine people can have tolerated it, amongst which astronomy, navigation, and chemistry are understood. His writing looks a warm of ants, escaping from an inkbottle, had walked over a sheet of paper without wiping their legs. Oh God he is lured into a trap by the traitors. Wake up Lij Mulugeta!  

His mind has a talent for making mistakes but the very greatest. Can you believe him accusing me for calling a fellow Ethiopian a banda? I never called a fellow Ethiopian a banda but those Meles supporters like him who is fully engaged in the destruction of our country. I know them and they deserve not only names but also cruel death for betraying their nation and country. The wicked wasp of London’s singing verses, I mean to say Mulugeta's scribbles when written, resembled nothing so much as spoonfuls of boiling oil, ladled out by a fiendish monkey at an upstairs window upon such of the passer-by whom the wretch had a grudge against. It seemed clumsy, cliché-ridden, and closed in short order.  

His argument, ideology and Christian belief as we know changes like the London weather where he seemed to be residing. Take from him his sophisms, futilities, incomprehensibilities, Aserate Kassa’s Title and what remains is only his foggy mind. He always speaks crossly about “cheap political strategies.” I respect his views not to be interested in Ethiopian politics and unity of our nation but I am afraid he shouldn’t criticise those who do. We don’t want their Eskistas as well.

I could not but from now on dismiss his scribbling as the libellous drivel of an unbalanced mind. I will chase him and drive him mad for the sake of my country and my people. Their fathers sucked the blood of Ethiopia for too long, the Derg milked it and now Meles is trying to destroy all the remains. We can’t allow it. 

If Mulugeta defends himself because of his foolishness or uses other friends to criticize me again, I will hit him or his friend more hard and write a shocking life story of his on the Internet which will certainly burry him alive. I would also challenge all Ethiopians in The United kingdom privately email me and patriotic web sites and tell about all his sins so that they will check against my future statements, which I may be forced to forward to them. Oh God! He is in trouble.  

I also challenge Mulugeta to come forward and tell Ethiopians that whether you are the person I described here or not to prove me wrong. Also tell us truly whether you are real journalist and that you are a supporter of this regime or not. Furthermore, I claim to have crystal clean records and am renowned to be the people’s champion therefore, I challenge you to dispute that and come with reliable facts and evidences to prove me wrong. If not, shut up and stop writing silly things and criticizing us. If you do that then, I would not bother to waste my precious time to write about your bad story, which will make the public vomit.  

Now it must be understood by all Meles supporters, that “ink” is the great missive weapon in all battles of the learned, which, conveyed through a sort of engine called a quill, infinite numbers of these are darted at the enemy by the valiant on both sides, with equal skill and violence, as if it were an engagement of porcupines. Therefore, yes I am proud; and must be proud. Yes I am indeed super-Ethiopian and Arbegna as he sarcastically remarked to see men like Meles, Ras Mulugeta, EPRDF staff and the likes who are not afraid of God afraid of me. 

Far away from my native land for which you accused me for saying “Hageray! Hageray! because you thought you have already sold it to Eritrea, my bitter indignation as a patriotic Ethiopian prompts me to reproach you, you bad, wicked, false treacherous old feudalist man! … You have no conscious, but I pray that God may even yet give you one that will sorely smart and trouble you before you destroy our country and die. I admire the “Kebero” who claimed to have said “Lesew Mot Anesew.” I hope this has not been said of Mulugeta &Co. 

You pretend to be religious carrying the Patriarch’s letter (your step father) and attend secret meetings in Addis Ababa when in fact you were banned from all Ethiopian churches and communities in England and do not represent anyone. You are cursed and called “Kend Yalew Saitan” for getting the church sealed by police during the Patriarch’s visit when he too was almost killed by protesters.  

You made thousands of churchgoers cry for months. You are a Devil and an old hypocrite! That you may more successfully pander to the evil passions of the lowest and most ignorant of the Ethiopian people. You think you will shine in history because you are the son of Ras and now the lowest servant of the traitors, but it will be notoriety similar to that of Nero. Defeat and nervous disorder may drive you bananas soon. These wicked whispers must be stopped. I am quite, bouncy, tough and upbeat. Hence I am not going to be upstaged by musketeers.

I see someone pays you the unintentional compliment of comparing you to Pontius Pilate, and I m sorry, for Pilate, though a political time-server, was with all his faults, a very respectable man in comparison with you. You are certainly cleverer in a foolish way. So also is your Lord and Master the Devil, the father of Legesse. Oh poor Mengistu, Meles, and Mulugeta, the three M’s who fell to earth and to disgrace in Ethiopian history. They are all a long time dead. No resurrection!  

And as an Ethiopian whose people are starved, massacred, imprisoned, forced to flea and a country, looted and auctioned, I cannot regard it as sinful to hate you and despise you, any more than it is sinful to abhor him. So with full measure of contempt and detestation not for criticising me, which I did not give hutes, but for supporting the destruction of our country, accept these written compliments with shame and be warned in future that we the real Ethiopians will not just sit and watch you set fire on our people and beloved country. And as they say if you cannot stand the heat don’t come near the fire. Because, I am one of the fires!  

MESSAGE TO TPLF/EPRDF: 

Despite all the crimes you have committed, you are clever buggers indeed to use this stupid slave called Mulugeta and others mentioned below for the past eleven years and not to appoint him or them to any position in your government. I take my hat and salute you for that. I really do. For future government, I warn you and say this: in politics, journalism or anything to do with Ethiopia, the only thing Mulugeta Aserate-Kassa, Haileselassie Girmay, Fisseha Alemayehu (ex-Derg Cadre) and others I may name and shame in the near future should do in Ethiopian politics is only “to push a broom in the streets of Sebeta or Sodo.” And that is debatable. Honestly speaking, beware of these power hungry dogs.  

I am a patriotic Ethiopian hence I don’t give a damn about the traitors and their supporters. What ever they say about me, my writings or do to me, it is like water off a ducks back. Oh poor Mulugeta! As President Reagan once said, “you haven’t seen anything yet about me.” As your ex-Prime Minister Churchill once said too, next time bring a friend if you have one. I know all the wicked whispers.  

REMEWMBER! 

When they’re up they are up, and when they ‘re down they ‘re down, but when they’re only half way up they ‘re neither up nor down. Would Mulugeta, the Son of Ras…cal understand where he is now with EPRDF or the Ethiopian people? Or he is still remaining to be an arrogant man with too high an opinion of himself. What a poor sod! Poor journalist of HM & the Derg! More or less, “let there be grass after his death because other donkeys need food for thoughts too.” Am I right? Mulugeta! Yenebir Chira Ayiyizum Keyazum Ayilekum. So tell me Mr Journalist, which BANDA is next to jump into the fire? …. Forgive me Lord! 

PS: I was supposed to reply this on Ben’s site where Mulugeta’s article first appeared. Unfortunately, Ben has not been willing to post all my articles to date. He has also failed to neither reply to my emails nor give me an explanation. Nevertheless, I wouldn’t say he is one of them but wonder why he posts Meles’s activity and five of Mulugeta’s articles in a row and not mine. More importantly, the recent evacuation of the homeless, the draught and the two million starving people’s News would have been more important than those rubbish. Very Sad indeed!