Via Insty, David Bernstein has an interesting post about some Democrat asswipe coming to the assistance of serial anti-Semite / newbie Socialist House Rep. Ilhan Omar. He makes the issue about “checking privilege”, but I have a different take. Here’s the screenshot, with the part that interests me highlighted:
Okay, let’s agree with Clyburn’s statement, arguendo. Here’s my take:
Can today’s Blacks, and the Democrats and Socialists who support their claims, just shut the fuck up about 19th-century slavery and forget all about “reparations”?
And a footnote to Rep. Omar: it wasn’t the Jews who put you in a refugee camp either, so you can STFU as well.
What an absolute load of horse shit. She’s “living through a lot of pain”, you say? Well, who caused that pain? That would be other Muslims, and yet Omar is still just another pedophile worshipping member of the goat-raping barbarian horde of Islam.
This is what happens when we bring barbarians into our country and expect that somehow our magic dirt is going to civilize them.
I would submit that as a woman carrying out the orders of her imam or husband, she’s what the Jews would call a “kapo” or the blacks refer to as an “Uncle Tom”.
Bravo! I’m going to be using that in the future.
“the orders of her imam or husband”
You mean “brother”, don’t you?
Being an East African immigrant, she descended from the guys who were selling off other Africans to Arab slave traders for a thousand years.
Not fair, bringing actual history to an argument.
Ya know, these adolescent communists consumed with their genitals have the minds of wild assed animals living in the here and now and are incapable of thinking even 1 second into the future, or the consequences of their behavior, or linking 2 ideas together to create a 3rd. Stolen money is fueling all this nonsense. It will continue to escalate until such time the fuel runs out.
I’d love to send her BACK to a camp..
Explain to me again why we needed to import a bunch of fucking Somalis? They’re not good for anything past reliably voting Communist.
Perhaps Rep. Omar could compare sob stories about growing up with Brigitte Gabriel. I don’t think the two would get along very well. Growing up in the crossfire of the Lebanese Civil War seems to me rather more arduous than just about any refugee camp.
We allow these people into our country with no rhyme or reason. we ignore whoever might be crossing our borders and moving unrestricted through our nation and society, and we’re somehow surprised when we take note that some of them are people we’d probably be better off without.
And it’s our own damn fault!
For all the self-massaging treasure we spend to help the poor, unfortunate, victims of natural and political disasters throughout the world, who thinks it is a good idea to relocate them here? Who decided bringing Somalis from Africa to Minnesota was the solution?
Look at what is happening to the old, established civilizations of Europe now that they’ve thrown open their borders to the endless flood of Third World invaders? Politicians thought it would somehow be beneficial, and the more reasonable voices of the citizens who had to deal with the aftermath of this growing disaster were shouted down.
It’s self-inflicted stupidity, and we are following blindly along the same path to the same inevitable disaster.
Are we living a repeat of 1967 or is it 1859? Next year will tell. Half the country isn’t going to accept the results of the election, no matter who wins. Then what?
In contemplative moments, I consider the possible futures awaiting us down various paths, and most of them seem to end up with burning cities and blood in the streets.
We should all work towards calm, open, discussions as to what would be the best choice for our future, but to borrow a line from an old song, “…(T)here ain’t no point in talking if there’s nobody listening….”
In the darkness that seems to be waiting on the horizon, some people will cower in their homes, waiting for the evil that is coming. Some will have prepared and move to safety. Some will stand and fight so others can escape.
The choice belongs to each of us.
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