While Paris Burns
Here we sit. Insulated by the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, we think. And while our servants l elected officials, n Wash-My-back and I'll Wash-your's-by -the-Patomac, assure us that Islam is the religion of peace and tolerance, and roundly critize any fool who oh so stupidly might possibly think they may be wrong, Paris Burns.
And all because two teenage punks ran after commiting some teenage punk kind of crime and tried to hide in an electrical sub station, home to whothe heck knows how many kilowatts of electricty and got their stupid asses fried.
Good riddance I say. If you can't read the signs, BEWARE, HIGH VOLTAGE, DANGER, then by all means do us a favor and improve the gene pool by however slight amount the loss of you particular DNA will amount to.
For a few years as a youth, I owned one of the top ten dairy farms in Georgia. I selected breeding stock for favorable traits and rigidly culled those who were inferior. Year by year the physical conformation and milk producing ability increased. Would it be so wrong to expect that as a civilization we might at least encourage the young to give thought to improving the species instead of seeking the lowest common denominator? Would it be so wrong to shun those who did not meet at least the minimum standards for maintaining or improving this civilization?
Or must we forever spiral downward, like light into a black hole?
What has happened to common sense? I know it exists, at least in the red states. But, even when they elect someone who seems to have at least a modicum of sense and a set of at least small cojones, soon they show their real stripes and that their real allegance is to satisfy the status Quo and keep giving us Bread and Circuses.
Someone here who seems to have a great deal of common sense although the solutions are up to us http://www.fredoneverything.net/FOE_Frame_Column.htm
Read him if you dare, but only if you can stand being made uncomfortable.
Today the tangles are thick and heavy. What will tomorrow bring.
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