From TCW:
“The truth is that none of the Jews of Sydney commit atrocities. They have been building decent, honest and contributing lives for generations. They have been praying, not killing. They have been working, not plotting murder.”
Not just in Sydney, either.
Jews have been “contributing” to the arts, to culture, to technology and to Western civilization in general since the dawn of nations. In contrast:
And in the Classics:
So on we go…
And on that topic, some more victims of Glueball Womening:
And:
She probably has the shortest online biography of any actress, but uniquely, France Anglade actually had three careers: actress, model and singer — except that her four albums were recorded under her birth name Marie-France Anglade.
Whatever she called herself, she was lovely.
Wait… did somebody say “color”?
Let’s talk about her bearing arms for a moment:
Exquisite.
Aaargh woke up with this banal little ditty swirling around in my head.
Rescued by McCartney’s bass line and the lead solo.
So as far as I can make it, the Bondi Beach Hanukkah massacre can be summarized as follows:
I think that covers all the salient points, but here’s da fax for you to judge for yourselves.
Oh, and remember: unlike the hapless Oz populace, feel free to arm yourselves against the day that this shit happens in your neighborhood.
In our family’s Great Catholic Tour of Europe back in 2008, we ended our trip in Paris in late December.
Most unusually, I got sick — some kind of Frog flu — and so when the kids wanted to go out and join the crowds in the Champs-Élysées on New Year’s Eve, we sent them off with a couple bottles of cheap champagne, hoping like hell that they wouldn’t disappear from our lives forever. They didn’t, of course, even though there were about 600,000 people jammed along that famous Paris thoroughfare, all partying like frat boys. As the city of Paris made travel on the Metro free from 6pm till 6am on Jan 1, the kids went from our apartment on the Place de la Bastille all the way up to the Arc de Triomphe and had the time of their lives.
(yes, it was also witch’s tit cold)
I wouldn’t think of doing that nowadays, of course, but never mind because:
The Champs-Élysées has been Paris’s symbolic place for celebrations since the Liberation parade in 1944. This is the year it ends.
Paris has canceled the iconic New Year’s Eve concert on the Champs-Élysées due to security threats (by migrants; they won’t say it’s because of migrants, and they will never address the problem). They are at the point of no return.
Now the French will have to watch the fireworks on their televisions.
They brought it on themselves, of course: the French brought Africa into France, and have discovered that in so doing, they’ve not turned Africans into Frenchmen, but France into Africa.
Telle stupidité.