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Not at all suprised or indignant about this given the ridiculous zero-tolerance policies in american schools and the complete PCification of the country (nonwithstanding that the national pastime appears to be to shoot tanned people in order to steal their oil).
If some charity staged a game depicting or using elements from the Rape of Nanking then I'd say fair enough, thats not justified. But a 'fun' version of Japans national bloody sport, designed to help the needy? Whoever wrote that letter deserves a proper f*cking kicking
If some charity staged a game depicting or using elements from the Rape of Nanking then I'd say fair enough, thats not justified. But a 'fun' version of Japans national bloody sport, designed to help the needy? Whoever wrote that letter deserves a proper f*cking kicking
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''Cecil Woodham-Smith, an authority on the Irish Famine, wrote in The Great Hunger; Ireland 1845–1849 that no issue has provoked so much anger and embittered relations between England and Ireland as "the indisputable fact that huge quantities of food were exported from Ireland to England throughout the period when the people of Ireland were dying of starvation." Ireland remained a net exporter of food throughout most of the five-year famine.[fn 4]
Christine Kinealy writes that Irish exports of calves, livestock (except pigs), bacon and ham actually increased during the famine. The food was shipped under guard from the most famine-stricken parts of Ireland. However, the poor had no money to buy food and the government then did not ban exports.[63]
The following poem written by Miss Jane Francesca Elgee, a well known and popular author, was carried in The Nation:[64]
Weary men, what reap ye? Golden corn for the stranger.
What sow ye? Human corpses that wait for the avenger.
Fainting forms, Hunger—stricken, what see you in the offing
Stately ships to bear our food away, amid the stranger's scoffing.
There's a proud array of soldiers—what do they round your door?
They guard our master's granaries from the thin hands of the poor.
Pale mothers, wherefore weeping? 'Would to God that we were dead—
Our children swoon before us, and we cannot give them bread.[65]