On the way down to hell
Haven't spotted a Self-explanatory Sentence
This isn't exactly an SES, in that the meaning isn't fully self-contained. But when taken in context, it packs a punch.
I literally jumped back from the screen when I read it.
Context: 'Bootstrap Analysis',
an urban architecture blog, looking at Detroit decay in 2008. Under pictures of collapsing mansions in the Brush Park area of Detroit, one commenter FROM THE PHILIPPINES wrote:i think the pictures were beautiful. the houses were indeed in decay, but they tell a story, and leave much to think about. i hope things get better for all of you there...Blam.
We are objects of pity to Filipinos. That's where 30 years of exceptionalism
, 30 years of fucking around in other countries while abandoning the people of this country, has taken us. Headed for Haiti, headed for Hell.
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Update several days later: Mark Steyn, subbing for Rush, hits the Detroit tragedy today. In typical Neocom Egalitarian style, Steyn attributes the problem to Democrats. For a Commie, whether Neo or not, all problems must be caused by ideology, not the culture. In plain fact Detroit's problem is black rule, not Democrat rule. Everywhere on earth, in Africa itself and in black areas of America, blacks have shown that they are incapable of ruling. Wherever they rule, you get total corruption, violence and poverty.
Reminds me of something. Back in 1964, our family went to visit maternal Grandfather in suburban Detroit. We hadn't seen him often because he had separated from Grandma long before I was born, and Michigan was a long way from Kansas. Grandpa was dying of cancer caused by alcohol, and it was also alcohol that had caused the permanent separation. He was showing us around the Detroit area, saying things like "Well, as you can see, the coloreds are taking over here. It won't be a fit place to live, but at least I won't be living here much longer." My parents tried unsuccessfully to shush him, and later spent a long time explaining why Grandpa was wrong. Nope, Grandpa was right. He was a steam plant engineer, and knew the critical importance of accurate observations. A dishonest reading can blow the whole plant to hell. That was my first lesson in the difference between Real Reality and Commie "Reality". I'm still catching up to Grandpa, who didn't need any lessons