On April 27th I will begin a fast of water only in solidarity with the people of Darfur and as a personal expression of outrage at a world that is somehow able to stand by and watch innocent men, women and children needlessly die of starvation, thirst and disease.
Have fun dying because if you think you are going to have an impact in the five-year war in Sudan beyond impressing some sycophants at HuffPo, you deserve nothing less than the pathetic end a real hunger strike would bring. I honestly don’t think you have what it takes to go through with this all the way to the assumed end. You’re just words – all talk, no walk.
It’s one thing to play house with the UN and go take pictures but how many of the refugees who had their pictures taken by you and your entourage have written you to tell you you made an impact and that their lives are so much the better since your last publicity tour?
Mia, it is obvious you just need some attention and the years of genocide in Darfur are a convenient excuse for you to gain some street cred with people as ego centric as you- or at least have them refocus on you. Why else would you need to pen a column for that nutcase Huffington’s blog if not to make sure people knew what you were going to “endure” and to “suffer” for the people of Sudan? Please. It’s pathetic grandstanding and you know it.
How about you head on over there and become directly engaged with the warring parties instead of being selfish in your acts? Seeing you try to talk to these warlords would be impressive and have some semblance of being worthwhile.
Of course, you would have to leave your comfy little world you have created and do something difficult for a change, but you’re in it for the long-haul, right? Not just a flash-in-the-pan interest in getting your name out there and feeling just a teensy-weensy-little-bit better about your astoundingly broken personal life?
Of course, if you are planning a Cindy Sheehan-type hunger strike there’s really nothing to fear.
