Well, crikey! My ancesters suffered unimaginably as serfs on great lords’ estates, back in the old days. Does that mean I can beat my (hypothetical) kids with plowshares?
Time for :rolleyes: so hard my eyeballs rip loose from their moorings.
It’s an original argument, certainly, but the underlying premise is nothing new: Really, really, guilty criminal can’t or won’t plea, forcing lawyer to get creative and come up with an absolutely batshit insane theory. If this guy gets off I’ll be shocked. I’ll also try to find some opressed ancestor–just in case.
Remember at the end of Rocky and Bullwinkle shorts, after the closing credits, you’d see a short little guy in a white suit pushing along a garbage can, shovel and broom?
I was waiting to see him at the end of the article.
Well, I’m Dutch, so my ancestors pretty much all were slave transporting, colony looting bastards.
Sometimes I get these urges, you know? I just feel this need to sail a boat to Batavia, beat the shit out of some Indonesians, steal their spices, and sail to West Africa to pick up some slaves. Then I want to cross the pond, to unload the slaves in the New World, and load up on 'taters to bring back home to Amsterdam.
What do you mean, unethical? It’s in my roots, you judgmental bastards. One more slur like that, and you’ll be talking to my lawyer, I.M. Fullofshite, Esq.
Well, as much as we ChiDopers would love for you to visit our fine state, the residents of Batavia might be a bit befuddled – I don’t think there are too many Indonesians in that neck of the woods. Plus we’d hate to have to bail you out of jail.
And it’s really not on the way to West Africa from the Netherlands; methinks you need to patronize the competition and get yourself one of those newfangled Portuguese maps. You Yurpeans, always getting lost and running into the wrong continent…
I’m not talking about that rip-off Anglo Batavia, woman. I speak of the real thing, the proper Dutch city of Batavia. Although the locals insist on calling it Jakarta for some reason.
I see you in a courtroom in the near future, defending against charges that you tried to commit suicide after building[sup]4[/sup] a house on land that originally belonged to you[sup]2[/sup], refusing to pay[sup]4[/sup] yourself[sup]1[/sup] for cleaning said house, choosing instead to keep yourself[sup]1[/sup] as a slave, becoming a despondent alcoholic when you[sup]4[/sup] gave your[sup]2[/sup] family smallpox on blankets meant to keep them warm for the winter, and finally deciding to end it all by sticking[sup]4[/sup] your[sup]3[/sup] head in an oven. The prosecution is baffled by the suicide note that reads “Arbeit Macht Frei - gone to take a shower, back soon to rule the mother/fatherland.”
(footnotes: 1, 2, 3, and 4 are the identities listed above, respectively)
My Tory ancestors were run out of town after the Revolutionary War. This must be why I keep setting fire to the homes of people who support the current administration. Oh wait, I don’t do that.