02-24-2006, 04:11 PM
Occhidiangela,Feb 24 2006, 10:51 AM Wrote:Did you note how the outcry about the recent church burnings has been muted, in the national press? Do you think perhaps that is "shrugged off" because the churches with predominantly black congretations were not the only ones torched? Is it because the arsonists delivered an equal opportunity arson package? Is it because no race baiting could be gleaned from the story that so many did not rise up in shocked outrage?
How typical of the national media, of the urban sophisticates. :rolleyes: Those secularist folk unabashedly display their indifference to the little people, the everyday decent folk in all of those small Alabama congregations. I'll suggest that is because those people live in what the meat puppets refer to as "fly over country."
You say the topic is empty? Perhaps for a TV generation mind, Doc, not a venerable curmudgeon like yourself. If it is so empty, why comment at all?
In any case, the grave yards in Iraq will keep filling up. So will the coffins in the two and threes, in the half dozens and dozens, that arrive in Dover AFB, Delaware, USA. Not empty, and not trivial.
Why?
Unlike the Malthusian civil wars in Congo and Rwanda, major wars in the land of dinosaur wine influence the whole world's economy. The area from the Levant to Persia and down to the Gulf of Aden matters to too many other people. Ask anyone in Japan.
Nixon found out that hard way, as did we all, in 1973 that we have to care what goes on in that part of the world beyond its gas pump feature. We will have to until America breaks its oil addiction. After that, maybe we can all just shrug our shoulders right along with you, Doc, and let them play their game of intramural homicide.
Occhi
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I am not shrugging my shoulders at all. I am merely saying that somewhere, somehow, I have heard this story before. And I will hear it again. That was the original point of my first post.
That is quite a reach saying that I am shrugging my shoulders.
Have a Guiness and take another look.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."