"Ooh, let's call them 'terrorists'--big, bad 'terrorists'--so we can forget about all their fun aspects!"
Terminal stupidity is what the west will die of.
She doesn't have enough years left in her life to find the answer ... even if she were on 10.
Not at all toots, by all means go over there, explore and enjoy!
[ya fricken edjumakated idjut]
When she finds out what they celebrate, she won’t like it very much, methinks!
Stick her ass in a burka and tell her to shut up. That would be “celebratory & joyous”.
When they're all burning in the lowest level of hell is about the only time I can think of.
Naive? Try uninformed or ignorant.
She should personally go meet them and find out!
What award did she win?
C%$# Of The Year?
This is a fine example of being intellectual to the point of stupidity.
Maybe she should try watching a couple of their “celebrations” on the internet.
Hey, if she considers camel humping and raping little girls and boys joyous.............
Now does anyone know how I can stop laughing?
FWIW I started reading one of Oates's novels many years ago..."Wonderland." I quit after one chapter. It was crap. She's seriously out to lunch.
She HAS seen them sawing off people’s heads, right?
I mean, she really HAS seen them doing that?
Liberalism is a mental disease.
I understand raping little Kurdish girls puts them in a lighthearted and frolicsome frame of mind.
Query is naive.
You are a Naive American.
Over in the UK some labour politician said Mao wasn’t all that bad. Seems like libs are willing to admire violence and bloodshed when they like the ones doing that.
You tell us, Joyce, we're all ears.
"Ooh, let's call them 'terrorists'--big, bad 'terrorists'--so we can forget about all their fun aspects!"
LORD POLONIUS
...What do you read, my lord?
HAMLET
Words, words, words.
LORD POLONIUS
What is the matter, my lord?
HAMLET
Between who?
LORD POLONIUS
I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.
HAMLET
Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here
that old men have grey beards, that their faces are
wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and
plum-tree gum and that they have a plentiful lack of
wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir,
though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet
I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for
yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab
you could go backward.
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Such for all the words she’s written. “It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”