.all this is suggesting is: i'll meet you half-way; given that "this" question was always going to hover over "us", given that there's a disparity between English: a people, and English: a language... evidently the natives cannot begin to envision themselves as a lingua franca peoples... no wonder, their language has been "hijacked".... the "xenophobia", but like kevin spacey said: well, i'm here, am i suddenly supposed to, *******? playing the ******* *****-eyed poodle is not on the cards, but at the same time, it's hard to envision this language, as a people... given all the infringing demands of the anglo-saxon economic model into areas, where displacement is rife, subsequently... i can understand the concern of the natives, given that i didn't transgress the base principle: don't **** their women. see what a mild spaghetti-custard blip of history we're getting into? i am expected to integrate, but i'm not expected to integrate. i am somehow expected to be told to do what others want, but at the same time, i'm expected to protect my individual rights... no "parallel" anlogy akin to a catherine perry song? no kitty-*******, just around the corner? i can see islam... you know its prime sense of failure? that arabic would and never will, become given the same lingua franca status of english... you're complaining, or is it me stating the facts? evidently is a language reaches a lingua franca potentiality and subsequent expression, the natives will suffer... i'm not a native, but i can only imagine... what the consequences are... being ram-packed with excesses in ***** purchases... so much for a protected status of international economic ventures... like: i am waiting for the intra-national economic counters... can't see them coming, or i can see them, in a Casandra conundrum variation. there's still the topic of the natives... rarely can the English be allowed an outsider perspective without a sediment of their language being used, by a foreign entity... now, or never, why? you have somewhere important to be at as of: tomorrow? can you blame the natives, given that their language is a lingua franca, and not just, relegation to a national idiosyncracy "pH scale" differentiation? as a foreign entity, you know what i've learned from living on the most outer aspects of London? sure as **** it's not Cheltenham... i speak the tongue, i'm no genius, it's only English after all, it's hardly anything near Mandarin... what i feel sorry for, are the jihadi buggers who were born here, and were never taught their native sprechen... whatever the hell happened to English, and what Islam is jealous of, it came about naturally... arabic was never supposed
to become the standard bearer, the lingua franca of commerce and disinhibiting individuals entrenched... which, implies? i can look at the natives, with a more piercing dedication: excuses... excuses could be had, if, your, language, wasn't as "******" as it currently is... seems like i've reached a status of post-integration... now, i'm asking the language, the sort of application usage cruxes, that a native, simply wouldn't.
there's just so much
baggage,
that madmen
can carry,
for the "sane" standard
bearers of civilization,
of civility...
at least some
of these outliers have
the *****
to not cower behind
an insanity plea...
most of the madmen?
imagine
a tiger in a cage...
after a while...
the tiger becomes
tamed by
zoological structuring
of its day-to-day...
and everyone's happy...
but that doesn't make
the tiger into a *******
bonsai, a feline "companion"...
beside the point...
it's when some medical
conditions are slandered,
exposed to metaphor,
misnomer,
that the madmen
receive the package
of social constraints
"levitating" just above
the state of being dormant...
but in this scenario:
well... that settles it...
now we know what
a level-playing-field looks like...
intellect,
and the debacle concerning
trust...
well...
i've learned of trust
the upside-down way...
relationships,
notably with a russian
specimen...
me, ******,
why was i thinking i wouldn't
be ****** over?
oh... right...
i can claim all
the responsibility with
what i "did" with a *******...
but when it comes
to the "affair" of a woman:
of free disposition,
i'm suddenly the culprit...
psychic trenches,
there "we" are,
entrenched in some plateau
of what seems to be
Belgium,
and there "they" are,
entrenched in the same
plateau...
sigh sigh, one more
for the party...
point being,
people have not unearthed
the + + + + +
aspect of this debacle...
it's now a level playing field...
everyone is suspect,
everyone is limited...
a true: forensic quest for
democracy...
all the other incidents
came and went,
always, as if: in passing...
so this incident can also
come, and go, in passing...
solidarity to what?
to whom?
or rather: with?
i can deal with this
sort of indigestion
surrounding my day to day,
but before long:
what other sop-story is
supposed to grab my attention?
clarity of intent,
unlike someone experiencing
a psychotic break-down
of the psychic labyrinth...
a transcendence of
the categorical incentive...
somehow:
the categorical imperative
was never supposed to mean:
what it meant to begin with...
the categorical imperative
has somehow lost the whole:
living by the standard
of a maxim...
given that all maxims
are true...
much harder to "test the waters"
with aphorisms...
sure,
observable facts,
then...
disinhibited fictions...
glorification?
today i had a problem
killing an ant...
i was taking a ****
and had a problem killing
a moth that decided to freak
out the inanimate objects
of the bathroom...
yeah: oh sure, sure,
i'm all for Herod's "conundrum"...
point being:
we now know what
both sides feels...
we now know...
that there are outliers
on either side of the "debate"...
one: i am suspect,
but two: so is the counter-suspect...
no sacred cows...
no: i think i'll just milk
a muslim in new dehli
for the jyst and thrill of a per se...
- at least now:
s.j. w?
or the conservative
mediator crowd of:
there for the sake
of outrage only on the behalf
of outrage-in-itself?
past the phenomenon,
i can only return to the anti-phenomenon
of the noumenon (per se)...
which is not disappointing,
seeing how the whole "feel"
of it is begs the crux
fathomability of the individual...
just another skim read /
listen to the modern day
pharisee...
heavy sighs,
blinded eyes...
frivolous waggling tongues...
but deep down,
most of the people are
content with having to experience
a revision...
the revision being:
a level playing field...
behring just attacked
the elites...
this?
this dog ***** pile of
media attention?
good...
now everyone's uncertain...
i'm not afraid to think it,
and put it into writing...
after a while:
you just tire...
you get tired of hearing
just one side of the story...
what could leave someone
extreme: glee "riddled"
just leaves me exhausted...
but at least the schizophrenics
are off the hook...
at least there's still some
belief in personal restraints...
even with a debilitating condition...
at least these people
are not facing the collateral
stereotyping of someone
with: the clarity of intent...
there's just me, at this point,
thinking to myself:
and why did "they" drug me
to the point of:
making "them" feel uncomfortable...
clearly my mental faculties
have not been
car-crash dimished...
welcome the new hybrid...
soul mongrel...
what is it about the polacks
that has made them so...
immune?
i guess only recently
Poland has celebrated
the centenary of independence...
i wouldn't know,
i'm strapped to England
in metaphorical strait-jacket
(what is metaphor
compared to metaphysics?),
sober, drunk,
drunk, sober, etc.
i was given a crash-course
in multiculturalism,
i guess i assimilated...
back in school there was
the popular irish gang...
and there was "my" group...
of all the outliers...
we used to spend lunch breaks
playing cards...
but when i heard news that
i would only be fully integrated,
once i gave up my native tongue
which i used to speak in
private?
that broke the camel's back...
the centenary of independence
of Poland...
i wouldn't know...
i'm in "exile"...
which is: economic "war"
came to where i come from
after the fall of the soviet pact...
and...
every time i go back
to visit my grandparents...
i am only associated
with that country by speaking
the language...
and boy, it's not so ******* rosy
on the inside, compared to what
is being pushed to the outside...
Poland is like a: death-zone...
**** me, even the Hungarians
know how to ***** themselves
when it comes to tourism...
i am, in "exile"...
come to think of it,
most of the Muslims in the west
have it worse,
but i blame their parents...
i had one Pakistani friend
in high-school...
now that i succumb to
reminiscence... yep...
he spoke perfect Urdu;
but all these outliers?
what their parents did...
****** themselves into
an integration mechanism...
not retaining their mother tongue?
like all these,
western jihadi prospects...
speak about 10 words of arabic,
and they are "attempting"
to compensate...
i somehow feel for them,
a complete mine-field
of a mind-****...
like being impreganted
by a virus,
a cancer...
the linguistic dysphoria...
so yeah: if everyone would please
like to make heavy scrutiny
of the blatantly obvious,
regarding the genital region,
and forget a sobering note of
worthwhile problems,
namely the language dysphoria
of muslims, in England,
feel free to keep looking
at the genital "problem"...
clearly there's a dysphoria horizon,
i would know,
given that i have retained
my mother tongue...
but they haven't...
and all they want is probably
so little...
i remember that my father
once called me
the bellybutton of the world...
referencing me as
an english child...
that's how the Polacks view
the English: the bellybuttons
of the world, center of attention,
yada yada...
gender "dysphoria"...
you have to be *******
kidding me...
what about the language
dysphoria of Muslims
in the (v)vest?
jak to się mówi:
tym co się od razu, ma?
i can understand the language
dysphoria, well,
being a 1st generation immigrant...
i can't imagine being
born to 1st generation immigrants,
not retaining my native
tongue,
knowing only the tongue
of integration,
it would feel alien...
like i was impregnated
by a foreign body,
retaining nothing of my "******"
natural resources...
so... the problem we've arrived at
is very real...
more real than gender dysphoria...
hopefully i'm less "schizoid"
at the end of this marathon,
and more: relieved to be merely
bilingual...
entrenched bilingual -
so no, not a polymath...
or rather: not a polyglot;
my maternal great-grandfather
apparently was,
spoke 7 languages,
disappeared somewhere near
Niagara Falls...
the plan was: England, stop-over...
via Argentina
and toward the U.S.,
****... seems i was side-tracked
into remaining,
being shackled to these isles.