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flabberghaster wrote

I just read a Washington Post article about her and it's really pissing me off.

The center and the right have found that smearing her in the same way as corbyn is really effective, so now anyone who says "hey how about we stop supporting a regime that blows off protester's kneecaps with snipers" is actually an antisemite.

It's immensely frustrating. And it's especially dangerous because if you conflate those two things what you're doing is reinforcing the idea that israel and Judaism are the same thing. So whatever evil Israel does you're imputing onto jews at large.

Not to mention the conflation of "nation" with "ethnicity" plays strongly into ethnonationalistic rhetoric. If "Israel" and "Judaism" are the same then "saudi arabia" and "arabs" are more closely aligned. Same goes for whiteness and western countries.

The whole thing fucking sucks at every fucking level. And we all now they're just doing it because of lobbying and foreign policy agendas. They don't actually have sincere beliefs on this, these op ed writers and politicians who are after ilhan omar and corbyn.

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musou wrote (edited )

If the jewel which everyone desired to possess lay far out on a frozen lake where the ice was very thin, watched over by the danger of death, while, closer in, the ice was perfectly safe, then in a passionate age the crowds would applaud the courage of the man who ventured out, they would tremble for him and with him in the danger of his decisive action, they would grieve over him if he were drowned, they would make a god of him if he secured the prize. But in an age without passion, in a reflective age, it would be otherwise. People would think each other clever in agreeing that it was Unreasonable and not even worthwhile to venture so far out. And in this way they would transform daring and enthusiasm into a feat of skill, so as to do something, for after all, "something must be done." The crowds would go out to watch from a safe place, and with the eyes of connoisseurs appraise the accomplished skater who could skate almost to the very edge (i.e. as far back as the ice was still safe and the danger had not yet begun) and then turn back. The most accomplished skater would manage to go out to the furthermost point and then perform a still more dangerous-looking run, so as to make the spectators hold their breath and say: "Ye Gods! How mad; he is risking his life." But look, and you will see that his skill was so astonishing that he managed to turn back just in time, while the ice was perfectly safe and there was still no danger. As at the theatre, the crowd would applaud and acclaim him, surge homeward with the heroic artist in their midst, to honour him with a magnificent banquet. For intelligence has got the upper hand to such an extent that it transforms the real task into an unreal trick, and reality into a play. During the banquet, admiration would reach its height. Now the proper relation between the admirer and the object of admiration is the one in which the admirer is edified by the thought that he is a man like the hero, humbled by the thought that he is incapable of such great actions, yet morally encouraged to emulate him according to his powers; but where intelligence has got the upper hand the character of admiration is completely altered. Even at the height of the banquet, when the applause was loudest, the admiring guests would all have a shrewd notion that the action of the man who received all the honour was not really so extraordinary, and that only by chance was the gathering for him, since after all, with a little practice, everyone could have done as much. Briefly, instead of being strengthened in their discernment and encouraged to do good, the guests would more probably go home with an even stronger predisposition to the most dangerous, if also the most respectable, of all diseases: to admire in public what is considered unimportant in private— since everything is made into a joke. And so, stimulated by a gush of admiration, they are all comfortably agreed that they might just as well admire themselves.

Sören Kierkegaard, "The Present Age," 1846

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razz wrote

man fuuuuuck this lady and her anti-truancy horseshit. poor families end up with obscene fines or maybe even jail time because their kids are missing school. meanwhile mrs. harris kicks back in her posh multi-million dollar home, safe and secure behind not one, not two, but three padlocks on her front door.

cool pic

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