I wonder what are Holder and Obama up to by trying a few admitted killers and perpetuators of 9/11 in a civil court in New York? The underlying debate I surmise meekly: Is Obama attempting to reset American law allegedly broken by the previous administration or is he under handily putting the Bush administration on trial?
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To Islam or not to Islam? Despite the nonsense about how Muslims don't grasp the concept of liberty, or worse, loathe it, the notion they can't process Western philosophical ideals is equally absurd.
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Which brings me to a story. Ya'all love my stories. I'll never forget a fellow blogger advising I let readers into my life from time to time. You must all suffer, now.
Setting: Suburb of Montreal circa 1993.
Young but never naive, our clique of about 20 were partying (we had AMAZING stylish parties) one night at a friend's house, when it was crashed (people talk you know) by a group of guys. Being the nice people we were we invited them to join in on the fun.
As the night wore on, the drinking was exacting its toll on the party crashers. They began to make everyone feel uncomfortable and sensing things can go awry we decided to intervene and politelty ask the guys to leave. However, they apologized and all was well again - except for one douche who was slowly getting out of control.
My buddy - who is now working on becoming a diplomat - did just that and took him for a walk. We gave him coffee. Talked sports. Calmed the soul down.
It seemed to be working. Then, when we turned around he punched a whole in the wall of the house. He slobbered over a girl friend and took a swing at someone.
The owner of the house, our buddy from Cuba, began to take his stand. Diplomacy wasn't working in this case. He asked the guy to leave. He refused. Again, he politely asked him to leave. "Fuck off!" he said smiling. Then he got in my friend's face and said, "what are you going to do about it?"
Hardly trembling, he replied, "Please. Just go."
Suddenly, the guy took a swing at my buddy. Now, as some of you already know, Cubans are legendary boxers and my buddy who trained in Cuba was no exception. He avoided the punch and clocked him one in the jaw. You heard the shlock all the way to Chicoutimi.
We proceeded to take out the garbage. It didn't escalate into anything more. We're lovers, not fighters. You know?
A girl acquaintance who knew us from school was there and witnessed the entire episode. Guess what she did. She began scolding and calling us animals and pugilists and all that. I was surpised. I told her, "Cindy, you know us. Your boyfriend knows us. What are you talking nonsense for?"
But she was having none of it. As far as she was concerned, it was fair to paint us all as violent. Which was weird because NONE of us ever got into it. No. We're weren't weak chickens. Far from it. It's just that we never looked for trouble and always knew how to steer clear from it. Besides, we had an off branch of our group who could take care of matters for us if we needed.
At fault, according to the girl, wasn't the guy but my buddy (and the rest of us) for punching him. Nothing else mattered to her. Not the extraordinary effort made to quell the situation, the constant talking and reassurances and repeated second chances. It didn't matter to her that the guy refused to leave someone's house and then proceeded to take a swing at him.
At some point reality settles in. Sometimes in life some people, dare I say (and I did!) need to be slapped around.
Until this day we all know he did the right thing. There never really was any moral or philosophical debate about it. We're nice guys but even we had our limits.
Yet. Yet, it still wasn't enough for some.
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