Precisely my point, although made in a somewhat different manner.
(P.S. I think Fareed Zakaria is a genius. I wanted to clip that column and hand it to everyone I know who has never left the U.S. I wish I could have gone back in time and given it to my mom to read over Rosh Hashanah dinner, 2001, when she basically asasked me “why do they hate us?” She meant Muslims, although I don’t believe she’s ever known one personally. You should have seen the blue smoke coming out of my ears as I tried to calm down enough to explain to her that not all Muslims are created equal, just as not all Jews, or all Americans, are created equal. I may hold that truth to be self-evident, but evidently Mom didn’t. And apparently neither does our fried, the subject of the OP.)
When we stay above him morally, we’re prejudiced, evil, imperialist US’er pigs (even those who are not from the US!), however, when we sink down to his level, we’re down to immature and childish.
You can have your fun and you can spread your assumptions and false accusations and childish immaturity and whatever you want since obviously you find such ridiculous behaviour extremely funny. Everyone is entitled to have a hobby.
Yet try to read this very carefully and try to get it into your head:
If anyone, and I mean ANYONE ever insults my late mother again, and it doesn’t need to be in the incredible disgusting indecent vulgar manner as was done overhere, I’ll undertake action.
The same if ever anyone dares to insult my late father as was done overhere by that non raised retarded who gets applaud from similar retarded.
Understood, bunch of immature non-raised gutter children who dare to call themselves humans?
I do hope so because if you dare to repeat this, then I’m afraid “you ain’t seen nothing yet”.
Horst: [threatingly] We Germans aren't all smiles und sunshine.
Burns: [recoils in mock horror]
Oooh, the Germans are mad at me. I'm so scared! Oooh, the Germans!
[hiding behind Smithers] Uh oh, the Germans are going to get me!
Horst: Stop it!
Man 2: Stop, sir.
Burns: Don't let the Germans come after me.
Oh no, the Germans are coming after me.
Man 2: Please stop the `pretending you are scared' game, please.
Horst: Stop it! Stop it!
Burns: [brief pause, then resumes]
No! They're so big and strong!
Man 2: Stop it.
Horst: Stop it, Mr. Burns.
Man 2: Please stop pretending you are scared of us, please, now.
Burns: Oh, protect me from the Germans! The Germans...
Horst: Burns, STOP IT!
-- ``Burns Verkaufen der Kraftwerk''
It’s true; the Simpsons have an answer for everything.
Really, I’ve got the DNA to prove it. I was, in fact, raised by wolves. Later, a pack of beagles. I can’t believe you would stoop so low to insult the beagles that raised me in the gutter. There will be no repercussions. Well, I may have to taunt you some more. You silly Belgian K-night.
