Prime Minister’s Office condemns rap video that glorifies Taliban terrorists

Your tax dollars are going to fund anti-Canadian propaganda that sympathizes with the Taliban and glorifies violence against Canadian troops in Afghanistan.

The Prime Minister’s Office sent out an email late this evening condemning rapper Manu Militari for producing a music video that disrespects our men and women in uniform,

Despite strong words from the Prime Minister’s Office, the Canadian taxpayer helped foot the bill for the production of the Manu Militari rap video and they also help fund the rapper’s music career and national marketing.

MusicAction is a non-profit organization funded by the Department of Canadian Heritage and private broadcasters to produce and market the music of francophone artists. Since 1985, more than $90 million has been granted to this organization.

For 2012-2013, Manu Militari is slated to receive:
$7,705 (Album Production)
$25,000 (National Marketing)

In 2011-2012, Manu Militari received:
$20,000 (Album Production)

In 2009-2010, Manu Militari received:
$7,100 (Songwriting and contribution grants)

According to an annual report from MusicAction from 2008-2009, Manu Militari received the following funding from the organization:
$5,000 (Artist Management)
$20,000 (Album Production)
$25,000 (National Marketing)

Here is the video that is referenced by the Prime Minister’s Office (it was taken off of YouTube and now has been rehosted by Sun News),

And here are the roughly translated lyrics,

1431, Pashtunistan.

 

Before the first prayer of the day.

 

I leave my lair, a scarf tied around my neck.

 

My eyes scan the sky in search of a drone – as if I’d have time to run before the missile hits.

 

As I walk, I question myself about a thousand things at once but if I continue my journey it’s because [?] strengthens my faith.

 

I cross the rivers and the ravines of my tribal country. After many hours I finally make it to the side of the main road.

 

I get out my shovel, I hurry up to dig a hole in the ground to put an explosive charge of agricultural fertilizers.

 

Inside there isn’t any metal, the trap is undetectable. I just have to erase my tracks before going to the mountain.

 

I position myself strategically, I just hope that nobody spotted me by satellite.

 

I just try to calm my fear, ready for the ambush, finger on the detonator, I’m in no hurry, so I wait.

 

I’m waiting for the one, who should have stayed home.
I’m waiting, and as goes the old Afghan proverb: they may have the watches, but we have time.
I’m waiting for the one, who should have stayed home.
I’m waiting, and as goes the old Afghan proverb: they may kill the swallows, but they won’t stop the spring from coming.

 

[6 months earlier]

 

It’s been hours, the light has chased away the darkness, I realize just how close the road is.

 

Squinting, I may look stressed, but I’m reflecting – just like the sun on my RPG.

 

I’m aware that if I’m ever caught they’ll torture me or photograph me naked on all fours.

 

As if I was just a [?] I get wrongly accused [?]

 

As if [?] was like a cancerous virus, as if I had no children or no tenderness, as if I swept my cave with my wife’s hair, and I warmed myself at night with napalm.

 

As if I was a mentally ill, an extremist, but there are signs for thinking people.

 

I’ve been disfigured, I had acid thrown in my face, scratched out my image to better raze my village to the ground.

 

I’m not the kind that panics under fire, I have already kicked the butt of the British Empire.

 

I’m ready to do the same thing, I’m fighting for the same cause, I always refused the peace imposed by the occupier.

 

I’m far from being a beginner, I’m not afraid of wasting time, I’m ready, I have weapons and powerful arguments.

 

I want to free my land, is not about religion, turn off your TVs: I’ve never hijacked a plane.

 

I’ve fought against poppy cultivation, now if I’m growing it, it is to live, it’s you who’ve pushed me to do it.

 

I am not perfect. My way of life has created victims, but the attacks on my country have made me legit.

 

I’m waiting for the one, who should have stayed home.
I’m waiting, and as goes the old Afghan proverb: they may have the watches, but we have time.
I’m waiting for the one, who should have stayed home.
I’m waiting, and as goes the old Afghan proverb: they may kill the swallows, but they won’t stop the spring from coming.

 

I was about to fall asleep, when I detect the sound of an engine, which paralyzes my legs makes my heart race.

 

I lean hard against a rock, I am afraid of being poorly hidden. I look one last time to see if my weapon is ready to fire.

 

Death is so close, I’m already reciting the [?] The enemy approaches, I recognize Canada’s colors.

 

Like a hundred countries, adrenaline flows through me, in a few seconds they will understand how much I hate them.

 

The wait is almost endless, but I ready to make sure no one slip by me. Eventually the invader reaches my position, I feel so much stress I am feeling sick to my heart.

 

I let a first humvee pass, even a second disappears, but the third: say hello to the devil for me.

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