And so they waited while Abu Omar lit his pipe, turned the crank and sat to enjoy the music on his broken bed, in his ruined room, in his destroyed home, in his obliterated city, in his fractured country. “He played one of his favorite songs,” Eid adds, an old Arabic tune by Syrian singer Mohamed Dia al-Din. “He is so attached to his past and to the things that he always cherished and loved, and without them he will lose his identity,” Eid says...
The above sentimental tripe was in TIME; the same folk who no doubt got all orgasmic about that Arab Spring thing a few years back. What is it about the liberal tendency; why do they always exhibit a reality bypass?
Anyone who had some first grader knowledge of Arabs and the middle east could have told Time, Newsweek and the rest of the reality lite brigade, that millions of loonies let loose to peddle their 50 shades of 7th century Islam, wouldn't turn into some cozy Sunday supplement read.
However, the liberal tendency never ever learn; hence open border Europe.
The above sentimental tripe was in TIME; the same folk who no doubt got all orgasmic about that Arab Spring thing a few years back. What is it about the liberal tendency; why do they always exhibit a reality bypass?
Anyone who had some first grader knowledge of Arabs and the middle east could have told Time, Newsweek and the rest of the reality lite brigade, that millions of loonies let loose to peddle their 50 shades of 7th century Islam, wouldn't turn into some cozy Sunday supplement read.
However, the liberal tendency never ever learn; hence open border Europe.
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| The bedroom of Abu Omar. |








