epiminondas writes:
Race riots in Sweden? It would appear that the vaunted socialism of every leftist’s favorite socialist state is breaking down along racial lines. How many remember the stern rebukes of Swedish commentators on America’s racial issues and later on those of the British? I can still hear the ringing tones of Gunnar Myrdahl as he lectures his inferiors and scornfully contrasts America and its class system with that of peaceful Sweden. Too bad the SOB didn’t live to see what his dimwitted buddies have done to Sweden. I’m not hearing too much tut-tutting from them these days.
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Sickening. Europeans can expect more of this in the future.
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It needed the brilliance of Mr Blair to make a special effort to encourage a large flow of unsuitable immigrants, many of them Muslim, and then launch a preposterous attack on a muslim country. He also engaged in altering the voting rules for general elections to make it easier to cheat in a way that was obviously designed, on his unspoken racist assumptions, to help get a bigger Labour vote from the Pakistanis in the electorate, and then used his warmongering to piss off the very people on behalf of whom he had done the fell deed. A stupid fellow, Blair (unlike his successor Brown, who had at least been an intelligent fellow as a youngster when I knew him – whether he was still intelligent when he became PM I don’t know; I suppose it might depend on his history of medications.)
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I quite agreed with that blood-soaked savage at the end of his 9 second video clip that you should “remove your government; they don’t care about you.” It would not go so well for him under my proposed replacement, however.
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There’s not much more to say about it than that. I note that the riots have spread to the southern suburbs this evening. There’s no unrest in the city. I was in Pittsburgh for the MLK riots in 1968, and they were way scarier. The difference, I suppose, was that the underclass there lived in town.
Did you know Myrdal introduced the word “underclass” to the English language? A quick ransacking of your mind will no doubt reveal that you imagine the underclass to be something other than the lower or working class, something more like the Lumpenproletariat. Yet “underklass” is the ordinary Swedish word for lower or working class. If I could bear to read more Myrdal, I would explore whether he actually meant to create a new English word, or stumbled into it by force of ignorance.
Since there’s not much more to say about the riots, I also note that I once accidentally walked in on Myrdal’s daughter Sissela in her underwear in the changing room of a Harvard swimming pool. She was quite fit for a lady in her 50s.
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One more thing about the riots: the conservative paper’s lead editorial at the moment is “Segregation behind Car Fires”. So they’re right on top of things.
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Forget one more thing about the riots. Let’s have more on Sissela.
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It was the mid-80s, and I had read and been impressed by her book about lying. She’s got a Robert Nozicky, alien-looking-at-humanity perspective that appealed to me at the time. I had a part-time job checking people in and passing out towels, and when I figured out who she was, I was excited to meet her and was hoping to chat her up about the book. She was Myrdal’s daughter and was married to the president of the university, so there was a subtle power fizz around her, too. Embarrassingly, I even flipped through the lying book and skimmed her book on secrets at the library to get ready for her. One evening I was going to close the place. Thinking everybody was gone, I went into the ladies’ to see if there were towels strewn about, and there was Sissela in her sensible middle-aged lady underwear, staring back at me like a shocked, miffed owl. I backed out, stammering apologies, and was so mortified that I never spoke to her again.
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Uncouth Reflections: come for the drive-by denunciations of socialism, stay for the gently racy tales of failed celebrity philosopher stalking.
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