Well, think about it. No schooling as we know it. No tv – not really. No books for leisure reading, no movie going, no sports…in fact, nothing but discussion for recreation. So what do they discuss?

Well, I have Arabian Horses. Their pedigrees were learned by heart by the arabs before they came to the west and people started writing their pedigrees down on paper, we’re told. Like the Begats. They learned them and passed them on down to their sons (daughters don’t count.) So that gives you a clue about what they do for recreation. They repeat stuff from the past. They tell stories around the campfire, so to speak. So their sons are raised on the tales of battles and wrongs of the past. Actually we’d do well to learn from them as well – we’re not even teaching our children our history in the schools we have which are supposed to teach them those things. So we’re erasing history, and they’re writing into their memories with indelible ink.

Heh. We consider our lives to be normal “doesn’t everybody do it?”. Have you ever thought what life would be like if we didn’t have schools…

One thing we know about Islam is that its memory is long. Like the Bourbons, it “learns nothing and forgets nothing.”

I’m sure the chewy, drippy honey-sweetened flake pastry that replaces croissants will be very popular.

The exact words in English to describe Paris are: appeasement, mollification and pacification.

The ‘Fwench’ Foreign Minister has obviously taken a page from their WWII Guide Book on how best to deal with conflict…submission then submission now and if they can’t capitulate 100% – throw the Joos into the mix.

Ahhh…gay Paris where all the mullahs, imams and arafats find exile and croissants awaiting them.

FINIS.