It's worth it for the message it sends to Islam, alone.
Genghis was guy that knew how to interact with Muslims.
"That's why the D.C. region's Mongolian community would like to see a statue erected of Genghis Khan."
This ain't Mongolia. If you pine for it so, freaking leave.
Multi-culturalism at it's finest.
Goddamn Mongorian! You break down mah shitty warl for rast time!!!
They should have kerry do the dedication just so he can say: "Jen-jiss" Khan
"razed villages in fashion reminiscent of Genghis Khan, shot cattle and dogs ..."
Getting it built may be difficult, though. Statues require approval from either the National Park Service, if on federal land, or the District, if on city land.
The particular spot eyed by the Mongolians, near their embassy, is on city land.
I assume they are willing to pay for it? I've been to Mongolia and they are great people. They like the USA and probably would approve a statue of George Washington back home. There were still statues of Stalin when I was there. I guess the city has the final call on this decision.
Wasn't old GK a war-monger and a war criminal engaged in committing genocide? Yes, yes he was.
Where do the Dems stand on this idea?
Next: Hitler, Misunderstood, poor fella
(sarcasm in case you didn't get it)
He was a murderous thug on a horse, little better than a Blood or a Crip.
Pinging myself.
I love threads like these.
The world famous excommunicate, Martin Luther, is honored at Thomas Circle, and one of the tallest statues in the city honors South America's Great Liberator, Simon Bolivar.And Gandhi and Churchill. Over the Supreme Court are Moses, Mohammed, Solon, Hammurabai, and other famous lawgivers. There's an Italian church with statues of Dante, Michaelangelo, Verdi, and Marconi.Other statues include Joan of Arc; Jose Artigas, the father of Uruguayan independence; Ukrainian poet Taras Shevchenko; and French artist Louis Daguerre.
Heh. Reminds me of a bit Cracked Online did about movie bad guys: They were just misunderstood.
Take the Wicked Witch of the West. Dorothy killed her sister, albeit accidentally, but then made off with the Witch’s rightful inheritance, the ruby slippers (an idea that was suggested by a strange deity carrying a stick in a bubble that floated into the village). Dorothy runs to the nearest pliable legal authority in the person of a large bag full of light and smoke to obtain legal title to the shoes she absconded, and was subsequently ordered to murder the put-upon grieving sister in order to buy a balloon ticket somewhere.
While the Witch attempted to recover her lost sentimental property, Dorothy hatched an ad-hoc scheme to KILL the Witch with a bucket of water. She even engaged in a conspiracy dreamed up by her three confederates who broke into the Witch’s home by committing Assault and Battery on three of the Witch’s private security detail. What’s worse, they subjected the victims of their crime to ridicule by using their clothing as cover for their nefarious deeds, leaving them naked off-site.
But, in Dorothy’s defense, she didn’t incur the wrath of PETA by using flying monkeys to help her retrieve a pair of stupid red pumps that were lousy footwear for a miles-long journey on a road made of yellow bricks anyway. A journey made longer, by the way, by starting at the center of spiral flagstone pattern. She did get to enjoy the pleasure of getting really stoned on opium poppies. Yay, um, Dorothy.