I am perhaps having an epiphany of sorts. I wouldn’t call it an epiphany, but I want to start citing everything I post on Tumblr if it’s not mine, I want to be grammatically correct on the internet at all costs, and I want to stop downloading music illegally. That is all.
NICOLAS Sarkozy will take another lurch to the Right with a speech on New Year’s Eve calling Muslim prayers in the street “unacceptable”.
After his expulsions of gypsies and a crackdown on immigrant crime, the French President will warn that the overflow of Muslim faithful on to the streets at prayer time when mosques are packed to capacity risks undermining the French secular tradition separating state and religion.
He will doubtless be accused of pandering to the far Right: the issue of Muslim prayers in the street has been brought to the fore by Marine Le Pen, the charismatic new figurehead of the National Front, who compared it to the wartime occupation of France.
Her words provoked uproar on the Left, whose commentators took them as evidence that far from being the gentler face of the far Right, Ms Le Pen, 42, is no different from Jean-Marie, 82, her father, who has been accused of racism and Holocaust denial.
According to his aide, Mr Sarkozy agrees with the junior Le Pen that the street cannot be allowed to become “an extension of the mosque” as it does in some parts of Paris, which are closed to traffic because of the overflow of the faithful. Local authorities have declined to intervene, despite public complaints, because they are afraid of sparking riots.
“People overreacted to Marine Le Pen’s comments,” said the aide, referring to the furore in which she was accused of rabble-rousing racism. “She is right: this phenomenon is unacceptable.”
The tall, blonde Ms Le Pen is expected to succeed her father as head of the National Front at a party congress next month.
Her advance in the opinion polls reflects a trend all over Europe, where far-Right parties are benefiting from anti-immigrant sentiment and economic fears. As a more moderate voice than her father, Ms Le Pen is widely considered to be more effective and the nightmare scenario for Mr Sarkozy is that he might be knocked out of the race during the first round of the presidential election in 2012. The run-off would then be staged between the two first-round winners: Ms Le Pen and a Socialist candidate.
I remember a girl gave a presentation on Masjids in France, and she said something like France has limited the amount of Masjids that are allowed to be built. If this is true, then perhaps more Masjids would resolve this problem?
yeah, uh…let them build more? this is not a fucking difficult problem. course when you’ve already pulled off fucking ethnic cleansing mountains and molehills are kind of expected.
Oh boy, France just keeps getting better and better for us, doesn’t it
God damn it, Sarkozy. So I suppose if a thousand Christians dropped to their knees in prayer in the middle of the sidewalk, you’d say something, too?
France is beautiful, but after my visa expires, I will never live here again.
So, got to Beauvais late, everybody got on the plane except me because I had a check-in bag and check-in was closed, slept in the airport only to find out the next morning that all flights to Dublin were cancelled and there was no way to get there. Pros: met someone from Chicago and met 3 Australians who want to meet up in London. Cons: spent 70+ euros on taxis, slept in an airport, have a useless flight from Dublin to Edinburgh, and I won’t get to see the Irish countryside. Oh well, keeping it positive and meeting up with the crew in Edinburgh on Tuesday.
I must have written this whilst under the influence of something crazy.
so there’s this one person that i’ve really grown fond of. i’m not talking about that one girl, nothing will happen there. i’m talking about you. god why am i so in love with you? this is getting stupid. i’m looking at the nit-picky things: you love coffee, tea, and alcohol, listen to amazing music, read good books, have this amazing style, and you’re cute as hell while also being really sexy. damnit. best of all you have an open mind. and it was weird when you stopped talking to me for a few months. were you trying to play hard to get? because it worked. now i want you. let’s get married. forget about all of this bullshit here we call a life. let’s move to a shady ass apartment in a big city, own a house in the countryside, and travel the world. let’s live in europe for a year or two, let’s go to africa, go to iceland, go to south america. hell, let’s go to canada. let’s live like new yorkers in new york city, like texans in texas, like beach bums in california. let’s take a lot of pictures of each other on nice cameras and stare at each other’s beauty. bonnie and clyde, only we grow old together. let’s not get married until we’re almost thirty, have a couple kids in our late thirties, fuck what the experts say. get some cheap real estate and start a family. take them all over the world. have friends in other states who we visit for dinner. let’s BOTH become writers, architects, artists, no matter how bad we are and how unrealistic our buildings might be. let’s get drunk and fuck like horny teenagers and fight like married couples. let’s put our kids through college and pay for their weddings. let’s become grandparents who have a lot of secrets to share and a lot of stories to tell people. let’s have one of us die first, and the other grief for a long time. then travel the world still. keep the family close and the friends close. keep in touch with old friends, old flames, old places. reconnect with people. do something that was on hold. get aroused again, have sex again, get drunk again, get high again, spend money like you have it all. rekindle the spirit we had when we first met, when we first ate dinners together, when we got married, when our child was born, when we did that one illegal thing during vacation. remember how we’d both work but always talk about getting away. then when we actually got away we’d come home and collapse on the bed, make love and sleep for hours before we had to work the next day. let’s yell at each other, get frustrated, get embarrassed, get scared for our lives, fear for our children’s safety. let’s comfort each other in the death of loved ones and poke fun at everything else we see. let’s be assholes and take what’s ours. let’s run into financial troubles, cancel that vacation, put this and that on hold. let’s sacrifice for our kids’ futures and presents. let’s get scared of the world, the wars, the poverty, the politics. let’s fight about our difference in religion, how we’ll raise the kids, how our interracial marriage has made life hard while at the same time making it so sweet. let’s not regret but revel in the memories of missed opportunities. let’s wake up every morning with the feeling everything will always be the same and we’ll never live life to the fullest. let’s kiss each other goodnight, every night. let’s just stay together, live together, experience together, love together, hate together, be flawed, be fucked up, have vices, have addictions, get sick, get injured, get worried, get angry, hate each others guts, pray for each other, pray for no one, pray for ourselves, urinate in public, and explore sexually. let’s be messy, be clean, change our minds, and cry for things that don’t matter. let’s make rules and break rules. let’s dream, have celebrity crushes, and wear sweatpants to public places. let’s blow $300 on dinner for the 2 of us and not feel guilty. let’s buy lots of clothes and shoes and play dress up. let’s be disgusted with the youth, admirable of the old, and content with ourselves.
so much to ask for, not all of it the greatest. but all i’m asking for is a life. a good one. a fun one. i just want this life, and i want it with you. please let me have it, and i’ll let you have yours.