I never wanted to write about benazir bhutto on my blog once after she was dead and dusted. I am not a very big fan of her being and also not a very big fan of her not being. I really don't care if she lived or if she is dead. It is interesting both ways. Therefore this post is not to contemplate her course of action if she were to live and neither is it to lament the loss, which for me is no more than the loss of every other person that died that day and in the violence that ensued after her death. I must say that she was very lucky in that even her death turned her into something more and bigger than she really was. She was a tactful politician and maybe this time around she was a changed politician. But who cares she is dead and we have a nemesis to deal with that she left behind in the form of Zardari and her son and daughters. I mean to write this post to infuse some sanity in this benazir hysteria that seems to have over run our nation that ...
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