Stuff in That Place Next to India
OK, I think I’m starting to get the hang of it. Afghan armed freedom fighter-style horseplay in … damn … look I didn’t name the place … OK, OK, we’ll do it your way … in the capital of Pakistan. There. Are you happy?
Topics: Afghanistan, Pakistan, UN
Posted by Jules Crittenden at 4:04 pm on Friday, March 30, 2007
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March 30th, 2007 at 4:08 pm
And intolerant, bigoted, militant Islam marches on.
March 30th, 2007 at 5:10 pm
Oh, yeah, the “Religion of Peace”…..peace of the grave, no doubt.
And it looks like Musharraf is going to lose the battle with the Wahhabists, probably making Pakistan the first Islamic theocratic nuclear power. Joy.
March 30th, 2007 at 5:10 pm
Gee, who would have guessed that the Taliban would continue their ways in Pakistan? I’m shocked!
If there is a bigger joke on the planet than the ridiculously named UN Human Rights Council, I don’t know what it would be.
We see the logical, and therefore thoroughly predictable, results of today’s most prevalent philosophical pretenses: You can’t really know reality. Reality depends on subjective bias; therefore, no one can really know anything outside their own subjective view point. Since no one can know anything about anything, it follows ethically that “one man’s terrorist is another man’s freedom fighter.” All you have to do is acknowledge that words have no meaning in a reality you can’t know. Now all we need to do is convince the Jihadists that they are mistaken in their belief that there is certainty in the world, and once they are as confused and befuddled in their thinking as the West, we can all huddle together in our collective terror of reality.
The Taliban is correct about one thing–there is depravity in the West; but it exists in our universities, not amid the relative innocence of a brothel.
Sorry, guys. I’ve been in a high state of disgust lately. It is definitely time for a night of expensive brandy, drunk in the haze of a fine cigar, all indulged in to the superior and uplifting sounds of Louis and Ella. Attitude adjustment, and all that.