Imust say I am fascinated by these posts and the seemingly cross-pollination of anti-Islam and Racism.
Can I suggest we recognse that Islam is a Creed and NOT a Race? It also happens to be one at cross-purposes and enmities within itself - Sunni and Shia. I lived and worked in the Middle East for some three years Bahrain, Saudi and Jordan, and my business tasks took me to Oman, Kuwait and the Emirates.
These times and events taught me to very definitely be anti-Islam as being able to genuinely co-exist with other religions notably those in the West where the Social morés are completely at variance with those of Islam in the Middle East. I might say the most obvious ones are the dietary ones of Hallal and yes Kosher, which are very definitely cruel in the extreme and have no place in a country I live in. Is that Racist? I don’t think so. That I don’t want these standards to develop in Europe? Definitely not. Is THAT Racist?
Although I abhor all that I have seen of UKIP and the AFD, and would never ever vote for them I agree that the isue of social cohesion is important - but they are the ones fomenting the divisions not offering any tangible non-emotive suggestions. Maybe that is simply not possible? The issues are emotive whether we like them or not.
more interestingly though is I can’t help reflecting on the fact that social, open discourse such as is beng seen here would not be acceptable in any Islamic country I am aware of.
The Sultan of Brunei’s brother Prince Jeffrey had a harem of women he used to bring to polo on a very luxury coach.
If he missed a shot they would oo and aagh, whilst if Prince Charles missed a shot there was a very different reaction.
The Ladies used to be filled with young women in short skirts and with Gucci handbags.
Not very nice.
Afternoon Norman, you have made some excellent points, and yes Islam is not a race but a religion, but if you question Islam or call it out you are labelled a racist! not usually by Muslim’s but by far left white SJW’s!!
It was the type of ‘ladies’ which was questionable.
Jeffrey was a total spendthrift, wine women and a huge yacht called Tits.
He was an embarassment to his brotger.
Cor, I’m intrigued - what purposes ‘other than nature intended’? Jane’s reaction seems to indicate they were in attendance for precisely what Nature intended - or at least built them for? As I say all this is so long ago, you could easily be right!
When I started work back in 1955 I spent some time setting up displays all over the UK for ICI Paints Dulux (and Du-Lite (although nobody remembers this brand).
From about Birmingham heading North I was always regarded as, and treated as a Foreigner, some sort of exotic fruit - either nasty or intriguing according to taste!
Similar situations used to happened at the Bunny Club, double standards!
The women that arrived at the London hotels covered from top to toe, were not recognisable when they left a few hours later!
The two main points she is making are 1 that with Brexit, Germany will lose a voting if not trading partner, and with it, a lot of its EU clout, and 2 that Michel Barnier is playing from the French corner from its fear of successful competitors, and not working in the EU’s best interests. Both are important points, the first for her German listeners and the second, for us. Having understood that you can go on to grumble about what’s not to like: disdain for less advanced countries, particularly what used to be called PIIGS but she rechristened club Med countries etc. Basically some of you dislike the messenger and even find her threatening. But the message is undeniable and worth taking on board. That the French economy is shot is something that has consequences well beyond its borders.
Re: A southener’s recollections of the lonely journey north…
“From about Birmingham heading North I was always regarded as, and treated as a Foreigner, some sort of exotic fruit - either nasty or intriguing according to taste!”
I always found that Southerners started getting fruity north of Banbury, squidgy around Stratford-on-Avon and started to ferment into proper fruity exoticism at Droitwich. Only shrivelled prunes made it beyond Sutton Coldfield.
You’ve nailed it, Mick! The northern nancification effect! Is it the cold, the rain, the fresh air, the meat-pies, the strong ale, or the strong women who extract the lead from the pencils of southern men who mince north?