Some kids are taught love, respect and to live and let live.
BELOW: Two burqa-clad, automatic weapons-toting women doing their groceries.
The two little Palestinian girls in the featured video [ABOVE] as well as the young boy, Qais, not shown, are being taught racism and outright hatred. Very nice. It boggles the mind that the type of thing portrayed in the clip goes on in the twenty-first century, doesn’t it.
BELOW: A screen grab shown here from a disturbing video of children acting out a suicide bomb mission, complete with mock explosion.
ABC News
Mar 02, 2011 06:23 PM
On Monday, I discussed the Middle East situation in the context of prospects for peace and reached the conclusion that as long as contempt is taught to generation after generation of Arabs in general and to Palestinians specifically, religious fervour rather than education will provide the foundation for Palestinian society thus leaving the chances for a lasting peace out in the cold.
BELOW: The explosion on a bus full of Israeli tourists was likely carried out by the suicide bomber (pictured) who was in possession of a fake Michigan driver’s license.
Obtained by ABC News
Jul 19, 2012 07:57 AM
Federal election upcoming?
Now for something a little more uplifting, four more things you can’t say in Canada.[1]
[1] For the first three things you can’t say in Canada, s.a. another JuicyLesson which, for the life of me, I can’t locate right now.
You might think Canadians are polite and easygoing but that’s only because you’ve never said any of these things in front of them. Here’s how to make any Canadian turn as red as a maple leaf.
By Daniel Reid
4 Hey! I’m Walking Here!
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where do you think you are, New York City? In Canada, there’s only one thing you say when someone bumps into you: sorry. The classic apology can mean anything from sincere acknowledgement of a mistake to passive aggressive annoyance. Just be sure you don’t put any stink on the word; as annoyed as you might be, it’s important to say sorry without sounding like you’re trying to start something.
5 The F-word (in Quebec)
The next time you stub your toe you might also want to bite your tongue before uttering a swear word if you happen to be in Quebec. It’s not that Quebecois are prudes or dislike foul language, per se, it’s just that they happen to have their own heavenly style of swearing, which involves cursing the sacred items of the Catholic Church. It might seem a bit weird until you let an angry tah-bar-nac (the box where the Eucharist is kept) roll off your tongue. It has to be one of the most satisfying words to utter in a fit of agitation. Other popular swear words include os-tee (the communion wafer) and ka-lees (the cup from which you drink the holy wine). For extra punch, try combining the words into super swears: os-ti tah-bar-nac or ka-lees tah-bar-nac. Whatever you do, keep those F-bombs to yourself.
6 Canada is the 51st U.S. State
Canada is not the same country as the United States. Everyone in Canada knows this, which is why it’s so frustrating when people around the world don’t seem to realize that our home and native land isn’t simply the 51st state of the U.S. Their confusion is somewhat understandable: Canada and the U.S. are such strong allies and many Canadian celebrities hop the border to find success in Hollywood. But if you ever want to get under the skin of a mild-mannered Canuck, ask them if they voted for Obama or Romney. You’re bound to get some major eye rolls.
7 Canadian Beer Sucks
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It’s not that we can’t take the criticism or that our taste buds are numbed by years of drinking “moose urine,” as the Americans like to call it, it’s simply that we don’t understand why a nation of light beer guzzlers think they have the right to insult beer, whether it be Canadian, German, Polish, English or Japanese. It’s a bit like someone who grew up on cheese-in-a-can screwing up their nose at free-range, organic chèvre. If you don’t know how beer is supposed to taste, please keep your comments to yourself.
Which reminds me, Jerry, of a cute, little dirty-worded joke which I apologize for re-using but it seems appropriate to re-recount it here:
Question: What do American beer and making love in a canoe have in common?
Answer: They’re both fucking close to water.
So. There. All you Americans, you.
Peace.