Those poor, downtrodden people!
Help! Help! I'm being oppressed!!
--except in this case, it's Bedevere yelling, instead of the serf.
...yeeeeeah. Minority? I don't think that word means what you think it does, Pat.
I dont' think so, either, Nerdlass ... and neither does Inigo:
Oh Lawdy, Lawdy, Lawdy. Quick Jasper, get me some brandy. I think I have touch of the vapors.
Brandy? I'm starting Xanax.
People must be learn to agree on the meanings of words. Otherwise there is no communication. Just a shouted dialogue of the deaf.
If only there were a mutually agreed upon reference of some kind. <Sigh!>
Communication is only possible among equals.
I dunno. Plenty of Canine-Americans communicate with me and clearly, I'm not their equal.
Korzybski: "The map is not the territory." And who was it once said that the fact we need language presupposes its inability to communicate anything.
Pat Robertson who? Oh, the Pat Robertson who advocates wife beating! Yes, let's all listen to what this wise man has to say. Evangelical Christians, if you feel oppressed, take Pat Robertson's advice and move to Saudi Arabia.
The above statement is blown so outrageously out of proportion that I don't know whether to laugh or cry about it.
Tell me, Pat: have we had a christian Kristallnacht yet? Have christians been forced to wear yellow crosses on their clothes or been denied the right to own or run their own businesses? Are they being herded into ghettos or camps?
You know as well as I do that the answer to all of the above is a screamingly obvious NO. Yet because you cannot have your unimpeded way with the government, because it won't knee-jerk echo your values or cave when you make your demands, you act like the spoiled brat that you are and run your mouth in ridiculous hyperbole about how you are SO persecuted.
I'd tell you to grow up, but that would be expecting you to change, and it is self-evident that you are determined not to ... so how about this:
Just. Go. Away ... Please.