Frank
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MeisterEckhart wrote on Mar 9 th, 2024 at 9:13pm: Frank wrote on Mar 8 th, 2024 at 8:30pm: Brian Ross wrote on Mar 8 th, 2024 at 8:28pm: Frank wrote on Mar 8 th, 2024 at 7:51pm: MeisterEckhart wrote on Mar 8 th, 2024 at 7:47pm: Frank wrote on Mar 8 th, 2024 at 7:39pm: MeisterEckhart wrote on Mar 8 th, 2024 at 3:54pm: Frank wrote on Mar 8 th, 2024 at 3:14pm: The great divide comparison is coming more and more into focus....
How many of the homeless in America, Australia, Britain are "some old white guys"?
I don't think, nor do you, that Kanye West or Kamala Harris are white even though they are far more affluent than me or most white people anywhere. The former supported Trump, the latter Biden.
As for patriotism, you are talking nonsense (again), as if the 19th century was a reliable guide to the 21st. Louisiana was French once, Alaska Russian. Does that mean heir inhabitants today, 200 years on, are tainted with being less patriotic?
You have a little learning but you really don't know what to do with it, other than regurgitate it randomly. Your inner bitchy fag is at high noon. Get out of the toilet block and google the issue with identifying as Hispanic in the southwestern states of the US and most parts of the south. Unbelievable you haven't heard of the 'white guy' negative epithet referring to 'unearned' privilege and affluence and used ad nauseam by 'the woke' and many non-Anglo groups particularly in the US, but also in the UK and Canada. Thank you, parrot. As you were. We'll call you. Who's we'?? The sane. Well that certainly excludes you, Soren. You are the most insane person here. Tsk, tsk, tsk... Recognising you as a befuddled cockwomble who yawns and tut tuts is not insane, Bbwian. Did you once have another id here where you pretended to be a woman? That was my Aunt Agatha, my tough aunt, the one who eats broken bottles and conducts human sacrifices by the light of the full moon. My Aunt Agatha is tall and thin and looks rather like a vulture in the Gobi desert, while Aunt Dahlia is short and solid, like a scrum half in the game of Rugby football. In disposition, too, they differ widely. Aunt Agatha is cold and haughty, though presumably unbending a bit when conducting human sacrifices at the time of the full moon, as she is widely rumoured to do, and her attitude towards me has always been that of an austere governess, causing me to feel as if I were six years old and she had just caught me stealing jam from the jam cupboard: whereas Aunt Dahlia is as jovial and bonhomous as a dame in a Christmas pantomime. There's more to it, of course, but that's enough to satisfy your curiosity for now.
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