Är det så svårt att inse att det skattetryck ett politiskt parti vill ha även anger hur totalitärt partiet är?
100% skatt = Total diktatur och noll frihet.
0% i skatt = Total frihet och noll förtryck.
Hur svårt kan det vara?
#svpol
@peterwennblad Vänta bara tills deras inkomst börjar sjunka...
Så kommer flera av dom att komma ut och påstå att dom minsann inte skrivit under och det är bogus osv...
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El-Haj gör en Ohly
Kommer ni ihåg när Lars Ohly uppgav i SVTs Uppdrag granskning att han fick ett "glädje-sms" från sin bästa vän när Prag befriades från kommunismen 1989? Det fanns bara ett problem: det första smset skickades 1992.
Igår gjorde Jamal El-Haj en Ohly när han, i sin iver att ge en känga åt @FredrikKarrholm, fastslog att han efter 11 september 2001 träffade Storbritaniens utrikesminister Robin Cook och pratade om hoten från al-Qaida. Enda problemet? Cook avgick som utrikesminister 8 juni 2001.
Skrönorna om Cook verkar vara lika tillförlitliga som El-Hajs försäkran om att att aldrig ha träffat Amin Abu Rasid före Malmökonferensen, vilket bekräftats varit falskt.
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Before moving to Sweden, my mother told me this:
"I need you to become Swedish. If in 10 years, you don't speak Swedish better than the Swedes, you're no longer my son."
She insisted that I learn Swedish fluently, adapt to Swedish culture, fully integrate, and become a part of Sweden. She told me, "I don't want you to become like one of those immigrants with an identity crisis, whose bodies are in the West, and whose minds are stuck in the Middle East."
This lecture was the last lecture I was given in Yemen, and to this day, her words still echo in my mind. Back then, I had no idea what she meant with "those immigrants with an identity crisis, whose bodies are in the West, and whose minds are stuck in the Middle East" but now, almost 10 years later, I understand exactly what she meant.
I see immigrants whose minds are stuck in the Middle East all the time. I see them waving the Palestinian flags, spitting on their new countries, and being completely ungrateful for having gained a second chance at life.
I will forever be thankful to my mother. Thanks to her, I spent every day learning Swedish, translating songs, reading Swedish books, listening to podcasts, reading the news, until I immersed myself and mind in Sweden until a Swedish identity was born within me, an identity that I am proud of. I am not white, blue-eyed, but I never had to be to feel Swedish. My Swedish friends and co-workers have always made me feel Swedish, even when my Swedish was broken. In the heart of Swedes, ethnicity is irrelevant. They made me feel like family. Swedes' hearts are bigger than their bodies. And I understand that this is not every immigrant's experience – I have also had my fair share of unpleasant asshole, but the overwhelming majority of Swedes are welcoming, open, and loving cupcakes once you get to know them.
Thanks to my instilled "Swedishness" - I always feel at home in Sweden. If you read my writings, I tend to be a tedious and complain about our braindead politicians and Islamism a lot, but my heart and soul have become more Swedish than Yemeni, and I am happy in Sweden.
Many immigrants who I meet, who are stuck in the Middle East, always tell me that they struggle with Swedish and wonder how I've been able to learn the language so efficiently, and I simply ask them: "How many hours a day do you put into learning Swedish?" They turn silent, because they know that they're not putting in the hours to learn the language. And that's all it takes to learn a language, or any skill for that matter, the time and effoort.
And how are you supposed to succeed in a new challenging society if you aren't able to fluently express yourself, or understood your new neighbors expressions?
But I can't blame them. Very few people are blessed with mothers like mine. My beautiful mother has graced me with knowledge that money can't buy.
/midnight rant over