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Someone had made a nice quip when I spoke of "exploding" populations in Europe and said I reminded them of some song. That wasn't a good idea apparently ;) I'm too lazy to quote it. I had said - that I hope such apathy continues.
Well ok, fine. Not "exploding" all the time.
In France.... the exploding population is "fired up" due to disenfranchisement, racism, homophobia, and misogyny, and the rich not paying their fair share, and Bush and Trump. Well. I dunno if those are the reasons but those reasons are cited by the Left for just about everything in America. Hopefully France is introspective. Thinks about "why they hate us" like Americans were supposed to do after 9-11, and France gets Woke soon.
France's largest library: Burned down.
https://www.msn.com/en-in/news/world/france-violen..."France Violence: Rioters Burn Down Largest Public Library In Marseille; Visuals Surface"
NOT in the linked article but I read that there were over 9 million books and manuscripts in there -- - not that I've been reading EVERY single headline and story I can about it.
I'd say best to write about stories, about news or atheism or politics - and not about individual posters personally.
The results of such - are unpalatable.
Well, from a certain point of view.
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WiltonKnight: Someone had made a nice quip when I spoke of "exploding" populations in Europe and said I reminded them of some song. That wasn't a good idea apparently ;) I'm too lazy to quote it. I had said - that I hope such apathy continues.
You're patting yourself on the back after conflating two entirely separate issues.
At first, you were referencing how the "exploding" populations in Europe were going to react to the planned burning of the Koran event in Sweden. That event was to be attended by one person and his interpreter which is why your idea of the threat of an "exploding" minority in Sweden was ridiculed.
You also seemed to be hoping for a violent reaction, not apathy, when you wrote of not getting your hopes up as "Sweden braces for riots in Stockholm". In return, the Springsteen lyric highlighted his hope for sunshine to replace the darkness:
Well, I will provide for you
And I'll stand by your side
You'll need a good companion now
For this part of the ride
Yeah, leave behind your sorrows
Let this day be the last
Well, tomorrow there'll be sunshine
And all this darkness past
Well, big wheels roll through fields where sunlight streams
Oh, meet me in a land of hope and dreams
Some of us hope for sunlight while others hope for darkness.
But now you're conflating your earlier post, "Please. Please. Just this" of a one-person protest in Sweden with the ongoing violent protests in France sparked by the police shooting of a 17-year-old youth in Paris and declaring how right you were with your "explosion" rhetoric.
But you'll notice the people protesting the police shooting -- footage of the incident captured by a passerby showed two officers standing on the driver's side of the car, one of whom discharged his gun at the driver despite not appearing to face any immediate threat -- are not solely minorities: a wide range of people, although mostly young, some very young, have taken to the streets.
As for your "9/11," "wokeness," "the rich," "the Left," "Trump," and "Bush" word salad, I'll give you another quote, although this one from former president Bush after listening to Trump's inaugural speech, not a song lyric: "That was some weird sh!t".
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Attention - whiney French all in a tizzy over your little library, your way of life, your books and manuscripts.
Sorry but 'exploding' population over Koran is different than this. Do you get it?
Good, cause - you got it.
PSA: The more you make this personal about 'me' - the more fun comes your way - kinda like this.
It's worked for me for a few decades now.
Grab. a bucket of water- they need your help.
Better yet - don't
And your hope for sunlight really really helps. I "hope" that's all Europe does is hope for sunlight.
In the meantime more demographic enhancements, and then more discriminatory European policies to 'water' said demographic.
Looks like we want more. I'm in.
LOL
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s for your "9/11," "wokeness," "the rich," "the Left," "Trump," and "Bush" word salad, I'll give you another quote, although this one from former president Bush after listening to Trump's inaugural speech, not a song lyric: "That was some weird sh!t".
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Good part is.....
In *every* category - it's going from weird to tragic and beyond repair :)
Lemme know when you've lectured on "the Right" "Christians" "Trump" "Maga" "homophobia".
I'll leave you with this song.....
"Hurry hurry get jack and Jill to fetch a whole bunch of water!"
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WiltonKnight: Attention - whiney French... Good, cause - you got it... And your hope for sunlight really really helps. I "hope" that's all Europe does is hope for sunlight... Looks like we want more. I'm in.
The common thread in your posts is a giddy desire for chaos, the hope that "401K liberals" suffer.
Isn't that about it?
Well, that and out of context quotes: "Hey, if you have a good job and education 'you didn't build that'".....
Since it's steadily raining here right now and I've been reading a lot lately, I'll give you a couple more quotes. I just finished "Memphis," Tara M. Stringfellow's wonderful debut novel, a multi-generational story of life, of love, of heartbreak, and of traumas. One of the characters hopes for someone who hurt her to suffer trauma and when he does, and she witnesses his suffering, she realizes that his suffering, his "trauma could never heal mine."
In John Cheever's short story, "Goodbye, My Brother," four siblings vacation at the family's summer home at Laud's Head on the shore of one of the Massachusetts islands where their father drowned in a boating accident when the children were young. Their mother and three of the children are now happy adults but the youngest brother, Lawrence, who seldom sees the family and gets along with no one, is a miserable cuss.
This is a long short story, first published in the New Yorker where many of Cheever's stories first appeared, and near the end there's an altercation between Lawrence and his brother, the narrator, after Lawrence disparages all of the siblings and their mother, calling them sluts and drunkards and fools. The narrator strikes Lawrence who, although not badly hurt, tells his wife and children to pack and they leave the family reunion days early.
They left for the mainland the next morning, taking the six o'clock boat. Mother got up to say goodbye, but she was the only one, and it is a harsh and an easy scene to imagine -- the matriarch and the changeling, looking at each other with a dismay that would seem like the powers of love reversed. I heard the children's voices and the car go down the drive, and I got up and went to the window, and what a morning that was! Jesus, what a morning! The wind was northerly. The air was clear. In the early heat, the roses in the garden smelled like strawberry jam. While I was dressing, I heard the boat whistle, first the warning signal and then the double blast, and I could see the good people on the top deck drinking coffee out of fragile paper cups, and Lawrence at the bow, saying to the sea, 'Thalassa, thalassa,' while his timid and unhappy children watched the creation from the encirclement of their mother's arms. The buoys would toll mournfully for Lawrence, and while the grace of the light would make it an exertion not to throw out your arms and swear exultantly, Lawrence's eyes would trace the black sea as it fell astern; he would think of the bottom, dark and strange, where full fathom five our father lies.
Oh, what can you do with a man like that? What can you do? How can you dissuade his eye in a crowd from seeking out the cheek with acne, the infirm hand; how can you teach him to respond to the inestimable greatness of the race, the harsh surface beauty of life; how can you put his finger for him on the obdurate truths before which fear and horror are powerless? The sea that morning was iridescent and dark. My wife and my sister were swimming -- Diana and Helen -- and I saw their uncovered heads, black and gold in the dark water. I saw them come out and I saw that they were naked, unshy, beautiful, and full of grace, and I watched the naked women walk out of the sea.
Perhaps I am entirely wrong, but I cannot help but see Lawrence in your posts "seeking out the cheek with acne, the infirm hand," searching for chaos and darkness, rather than "inestimable greatness" and "the obdurate truths before which fear and horror are powerless".
