Posted on 04/09/2009 11:57:33 AM PDT by ebiskit
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I just checked.
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Nashville *ping*
these kurds or somalinimals?
btw..here in Nashville and they often look a bit alike...except The Eritreans are a bit lighter
I really like Eritreans...they are cordial and industrious and behave well and like it here.
Somalis....well they suck in my opinion as group.
Taking them in was stupid.
anyone care to explain the cultural differences to me
Sorry. Don't know.
i think most Eritrans here are Christian
Thanks - I just checked them out.
That little girl will grow up thinking it’s supposed to be that way. Sick.
That’s the converted warehouse in the squeeze on 4th Ave. South, before it turns into Nolensville Pike before the Fairgrounds. ALL Somali. All parking around there filled by a majority of taxi cabs a few nights every week.
Now, If I were an Islamic fundamentalist who wanted a practically invisible cavalry infiltrated deep into infidel society and its notion of trust - cab drivers fit the bill. Consider they have an obscure language, commonly see the worst of us on a daily basis and are allowed to live in enclaves by our foolish government. SET UP in enclaves.
The Kurds, on the other hand, were set up the same way but they are bonded culturally, not religiously - their goal in the Middle East is to have the parts of three countries they’ve spanned across for a thousand years finally under their political control excluding Sharia Law. Seems they were forgotten during remapping after the last few world wars.
Nashville, TN is the Dearborn, MI for Kurds. Most are true refugees from Saddam’s push to exterminate them.
The Somalis are far more resistant to asimulation and strictly adhere to Muslim extremist beliefs. Those beliefs allow them to marry and molest children as they had when they were tribal Africans. Their tribal beliefs also include involuntary female circumcision.
That is just blocks away from where I went to Middle School (Johnson) back from 1984-86. That’s almost like “Leave It To Beaver” days now by comparison. :-\
I knew you would know the area I was talking about. So cool to catch the racers and crews tinkering on their cars at the roadside garages while hearing their competitors testing theirs up on the track. Now the city wants to gentrify the area, putting the fairgrounds and track out, while tolerating (very)potential terrorists.
I have a great friend up on “fairground hill” who mobilized the neighbors to drive out a drug gang through sheer pressure without violence. He’s been watching this nest for a while now but finds himself at a loss without government support.
I suspect that one of these depraved bastards could drag a little girl into the chambers during a meeting, rape her in plain sight of all, and leave unscathed while an ACLU lawyer cried about how the monster just expressed his rights while a Southern Poverty Law Center huckster passes out pamphlets.
I mourn for all the children, female AND male, abused while our culture tolerates this duel tolerance crap. America “rolled” on Mormans and David Koresh but tolerates this. No seven-year-old should be crying over the treatment of her “husband” in America.
from. From her husband in America.
Child abuse drives me over the edge of reason and sanity.
I had a lot more to say on the subject but thought better.
Been a long time since I’ve been in that part of town (since before they demolished the roller coaster - and I think that stood there quite some time after they closed it. I imagine Opryland just about killed the place as a “fun park”, though I seem to recall at some point riding on a miniature train they had there. Does that ring a bell ?). Went to the flea market frequently in the ‘80s, but haven’t gone back since. Never did go to any of the racing events, though. It always seemed like the area and buildings were taken for granted, really grubby and run-down. Used to be nicer historic buildings on the fairgrounds, but I think the main one was destroyed by fire in the ‘60s (?) My mother used to drag me down there to the Lawn & Garden show and I really hated it, was so deadly boring. I forgot at what point my parents stopped going to the flea market, I think it was after they started charging for parking. I don’t think my mother felt safe going down there after the ‘90s.
Too much of the Nashville I knew is all but gone it seems. While the wealthy folks can keep “their” areas just the way they want it for years on end without being overrun, the rest of the city, the middle and working class areas you and I remember and traversed that used to be safe, are fast becoming unfit for law-abiding citizens. Some misguided folks (most of whom hail from those nice cushy areas) revel in that “progress” and so-called multiculturalism (for which they themselves would never tolerate living next to), while the rest of us have to just suck it up and live with it. I think we really are losing our country. To have witnessed such decline in just 2 decades (it was bad enough the decline between the 2 decades before that) makes me cringe what we’re going to see in 2 more. A third-world hellhole.
Once again, between you and I, we hijack a thread to Freep Island. “Boss...boss...da plane!”
I got to Nashville in 1976 as a 14 year without family. Tennessee Preparatory School on Foster Avenue kept tight control on us but had to relent for good students who proved trustworthy. Hence we’d get “passes” good for several hours,sometimes for a whole weekend if lucky enough to garner a Sponsoring Family.
During these passes what friends I had and I had amazing adventures trekking to 100 Oaks Mall when it was THE place to go. We trespassed properties, walked the railroad line, crossed the entire length of Woodlawn Cemetery and skirted Beaman Bottling plant to get there. On a good day we’d vomit on Mrs. Grissom’s driveway (maker of vile sandwich spreads). We joked that her real business was providing customers for the graveyard a few blocks from her poison plant.
Occasionally we’d walk the entire length of Murfreesboro Pike to downtown Nashville proper. I saw the last of Harvey’s amazing department store, Castner-Knott, CandyLand and the “Arcade” (a walk-through commerce center through two city blocks) where one could purchase any nut grown on Earth. Those trips weren’t without risks. One time I thought I had half the projects on Lafayette Avenue running after me for a mile for the crime of being white!
Every year they’d bus us to the State Fair on it’s opening discount and group rate days. That was always awesome as we had total freedom, unlimited ride bracelets and enough pocket money to pretend we were average citizens. This usually included a pass to a car race at the original Nashville Speedway where one could be literally deafened by the huge aluminum overhang reflecting the decibels back on the formerly hearing. What? What?
After my attempt at college I lived at the crux of West End and Murphy Road. There was a Shoney’s there were I was regaled for hours on end by an old gentleman named Jack Norman (and his sweet, long-suffering wife). He wrote a book called “The Nashville I Knew”. That’s a mandatory reading assignment from me to anyone reading this. Mrs. Norman told me that I was the only “young’un” who cared about him anymore and that it helped him get off his “moping stool”. One of my big regrets in life is not recording, and thus not remembering, all the lore he coughed up. He knew far more about Nashville/Tennessee politics than you do - and that’s saying something! God bless them both.
The Somalis who come here are mostly Bantu, who were expelled from Somalia and are among the most incompatible people on earth with Western society. Culturally, they have no understanding of Western ways at all. This is why the press is particularly sympathetic towards them and why there's an obsession among the treasonous open borders lobby with importing them.
A few years ago, a bunch of Somalis living in Atlanta learned that Lewiston, ME had one of the most generous welfare systems in America. So a couple of thousand packed up and moved there. Lewiston is a small town of about 40,000 people, and the Somalis immediately doubled the city's welfare expenditures upon arrival. In other words, these 2,000 Somalis absorbed as much in welfare as the 40,000 other citizens did combined. The Somalis were writing to relatives and friends all over the country, telling them to come to Lewiston to get all the goodies. The mayor politely asked them not to invite any more of their buddies to come there since the city couldn't afford it. He was immediately attacked as a “racist” and the governor, both Senators, and political leaders from throughout the state repudiated his “repugnant” request. The press wrote glowing editorials asserting that the arrival of the Somalis (Muslims) was no different than the arrival of French Canadians there a few generations ago.
Amazing....I remember a lot went to Maine.
Lewiston, whose population is now almost entirely comprised of French Canadian geriatics and Somalis.
Here they are cab drivers and mean as hell and sorta stupid....wonder how their collective IQ rates
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