...if we give a shit about ever winning the Congress or the Presidency. This exerp was from a blog I read and then it got forwarded to me by a friend. Blogs, blogs, blogs.
As Americans were voting on marriage and marijuana and other matters, the
Rotterdam police were destroying a mural by Chris Ripke that he'd created
to express his disgust at the murder of Theo van Gogh by Islamist crazies.
Ripke's painting showed an angel and the words "Thou Shalt Not Kill".
Unfortunately, his workshop is next to a mosque, and the imam complained
that the mural was "racist", so the cops arrived, destroyed it, arrested
the television journalists filming it and wiped their tape. Maybe that
would ring a bell with Oliver James's mum.
The restrictions on expression that B J Kelly sees as evidence of European
enlightenment are regarded as profoundly unhealthy by most Americans. When
one examines Brian Reade's anatomy of redneck disfigurements - "gun-totin',
military-lovin', abortion-hatin' " - most of them are about the will to
survive, as individuals and as a society. Americans tote guns because
they're assertive citizens, not docile subjects of a permanent governing
class. They love their military because they think there's something
contemptible about Europeans preening and posing as a great power when they
can't even stop some nickel'n'dime Balkan genital-severers piling up
hundreds of thousands of corpses on their borders.
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