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Golden Dawn - the next nazis

Golden dawn is a political group with 10% representation in the greek parliament . They have extreme views on the immigrants living in the nation.Even though, they claim to be nationalists and not fascists , one can't help but notice how similar they are to the nazis. For starters, they encourage the works of Joseph Goebbels,a famous nazi, they practice the Nazi handshake, their symbol is really similar to the Nazi's swastika. Also, they have risen due to the economic crisis in Greece, they have infiltrated the police and government and they claim to want the greek race to be 'clean'. In fact, there have been public fights with both immigrants and anarchists involving Golden Dawn. These are some disturbing similarities that can't be ignored. Are we looking at another mass and organized fascist movement?
Jihad on a woman's face IS permitted.

JudgeSchreber: The Pro has successfully repeated that he hit his wife for HER sake - it's this "expiation of evil-doing" that he claims to accomplish via a bodily attack but also through an attack on her soul that lets us see what his true intent is. "That which is done out of love is always beyond good and evil."---Friedrich Nietzsche JudgeSchreber: Do I hit my wife? Why would I do so? Because she took initiative and empowered herself? That is not a sufficient reason to merit a violent act, therefore I will refrain from use of force. "Stupidity in a woman is unfeminine."----Friedrich Nietzsche My wife knew that "empowering herself" would break our mutually agreed upon religious beliefs. JudgeSchreber: Apparently the Pro believes it is he, that he must be the one to decide whether his wife acts in disobedience or in accord with his perception of the law. Our mutually agreed upon religion grants my perception: " Men are in charge of women....", Surah 4:34. JudgeSchreber: If we find the reasoning behind the prioritization of a masculine figure's consent is lacking, there is no way we can vote for him. Our mutually agreed upon religion grants me priority. Before we married I told her how my interpretation of Surah 4:34 "is a topic of special importance to me. It's a subject that is dear to me." I told her my interpretation of that verse and she understood and consented to marry me under that condition. JudgeSchreber, before I bid you farewell, I am curious of the following: You constantly spoke of me as an "it" (Pro said). I leave you with this: "Rudeness is the weak man's imitation of strength."----Eric Hoffer For the audience: This was a bit of an experiment. "There's a dozen incompatible philosophies dancing about the head of a man."------ C.S. Lewis "I'm a million different people from one day to the next. I can break my mold! No!No!No! ----Richard Ashcroft Can there be empathy? Empathy for an "it"? If we're all struggling with our own internal perception wars, shouldn't we have empathy for those with theirs?
Jihad on a woman's face IS permitted.

Thank you friend for participating. Your questions: 1) My residence has no relevance to this topic. "It's the certainty of being punished and not the spectacle of PUBLIC punishment that must discourage crime."---Michael Focault i would never punish my wife in public. The matter was my own affair. 2) It felt necessary to hit my wife for her sake, NOT mine. "Knowledge is not for knowing, it's for cutting."----Michael Foucault. Sometimes knowledge must hurt to be learned. I agree with this. Simply rebuking my wife would not have benefited her. "There is no glory in punishing."----Michael Focault I felt no glory. It pained me to punish my wife. 3) No, there were no other means to resolve this. Her act was egregious to me. I made it egregious to her. If she felt comfortable leaving home without my consent, what's next, leaving town? I dismiss your assertion about domestic violence. "That which is asserted with out evidence can be dismissed without evidence."----Christopher Hitchens Jihad has inward\outward implications. Her disobedience was a result of her listening to the inward whisperings of Satan. She should have fought this influence. She did not. Jihad includes resolving marital disputes. Various hadith discuss this.
Jihad on a woman's face IS permitted.

Salam. This topic is of special importance to me. It's a subject that is dear to me. The noble Qur'an permits us to beat our wifes, surah 4:34. This evening my wife rebelled against me. She actually tried to leave my house without my permission. I ran out the door and confronted her about her abhorrent misconduct. I grabbed her and screamed into her face, 'what? Did I give my consent without knowing?' When she didn't respond, I gave her a warning. (By the Mercy of Subhanalla the merciful shall walk) I yelled, 'you have 3 seconds to answer me!' When my countdown expired, I declared jihad on her face. I smacked her, "hard enough to feel, but light enough to heal", as taught by our scholars (pbut). Do you agree with my actions?
Wife vs Husband Round 3!!!!

Yes, I'm glad we're on the same side too. We're going to get through this together, and no they didn't want me to be gay, necessarily. But the Bates's have a long history of man whores, you could say and I just didn't want them to know I was becoming like my relatives. Knowing my mom, she wouldn't be too happy with her player son. So I just sort of hid it. I never openly told her I was "gay" but she sort of just assumed so I went along with it. I also don't believe in abortion so we'll have the child but we are not naming him Dick Tracy. If it's a girl she'll be named Adaela and if it's a boy, we're naming him Jonah. I'm open to your options too. But I don't want him growing up with two fathers. We're going to have to work something out there between the whole family. Warning, my father is cool. My mom...well, she takes a while to warm up to people, you could say. I'll be by your side the whole time.
Wife vs Husband Round 3!!!!

Hunter Darling even i thought you were gay, because you kept wearing that pink shirt that said because you have the P****Y) you get to make the rules. I thought it was cute, but i saw right through you. I knew you were a man when you used to walk around the cafeteria with a raw hotdog in your zipper, and girls starring you own, its obvious, your a real man, just like your brother, who have seen what he does. But why would you pretend you are gay, did they want you to be gay? Hun you may have to explain that part boo. Also Your twin may have had a slight difference like a hair line, something like that is not very visible, plus with me so heated i was too excited to think about such matters. Anyway, it seems like your not too mad at me then? That's good i love you so much babe, I talked with your brother, he is the one that started this mess, and Umm.....there is something i should tell you, He didn't use a condom, so i will be pregnant with your brothers baby, do you want to keep it or abort it? i dont believe in abortion. I talked with your brother he said he is going to tell his Mom about our marriage and that i'm gona have his baby. He wants to name the baby Dick Tracy. The hell are we suppose to do now. Should we just uh....Silence your brother somehow? I mean ya know...oh crap i shouldnt have said that. Listen more importantly My new found Mother in-law, called me said she wanted me to come over for dinner, but i heard a evil laugh in the background and whispering we are going to kill that B**tch. So yea they seem pretty nice people, you gona pick me up tomorrow and head over there?
Wife vs Husband Round 3!!!!

Husband's name is Hunter You seriously had sex with my twin brother? We've been together for 5 years and you can't even tell us apart? We clearly have a different hair line and my voice is deeper. I'm also half an inch taller. I understand if you're hurt by me not telling my family but that's only because they've always thought I was gay. Because when I was in high school I pretended to be gay so I could say I was hanging out with my guy friends when really I was going to clubs and...well that's not the point. They still think I'm gay and I've never really had the guts to tell them. Maybe it's time I should. Maybe we could sit down as a family and tell them together? But also, my brother is NOT to blame for this. As I already stated, my family had NO previous knowledge of my marriage. How was my brother supposed to know you were my wife? You never stated anything about saying my name to him or saying you were my wife, so he couldn't have known. He could've just been some horny guy looking for sex. That's all I have to say about that.
Wife vs Husband Round 3!!!!

aw thank you hun, your so sweet......sweeter than me, i dont deserve you and the fact i cheated on you....you deserve someone better, she steps down off ledge to run and give Hunter a hug but slips backwards hits her head and plummets to her death...... Resolution:She wanted to stay in relationship but her death prevented such an outcome To debator: Thanks for debate didnt expect you to be nice all other rounds they fought each other lol good responses
Wife vs Husband Round 3!!!!

I'm working extra shifts so I can pay the bills, sweet heart. 1.Truth is so magnificent, my friend for it can not be measured or created. The caveman who discovered killing someone is wrong didn't create that Truth, he only found it. For years before that caveman lived, killing someone was still wrong, even though no one knew of it. Long after you and I are gone, it still will be wrong. Truth can not be changed. Truth is timeless. It has no location, no weight, no depth, no size, no mass, no width. It simply just exists. http://life-of-truth.blogspot.com... 2.Logic is simply the act of knowing what's right. Ex: x + 2 = 24 the logical solution would be to subtract 2 to then get the value of x. But some people would subtract x getting 2 = 24x and then dividing 24 to get the value of x which is wrong. So logic doesn't come from anything either, it's just the act of knowing. 3.To answer the third question, we do things like that because it's a natural human instinct to be a rebel. We do things to test our boundaries and push the limit. 4.It's human nature. We were raised in sin and guilt 5. The size of your boobs do not describe beauty, your personality and your maturity describes beauty, it my opinion. The way you look at things describes beauty. The way you act upon things describes beauty. You are beautiful.
Wife vs Husband Round 3!!!!

Well, I think when we have this baby we should tell it the truth, because truth all always matter. She may have a rough start but we can raise her well. Your dad will have to find another woman because your mom is crazy, and your bro is off the hook once again, Dangit man!. Maybe he is a transsexual and so his genitals didn't really contain any sperm? idk, this is all horrible wrong. Im sorry baby....this is too much for me to take in. I got fired from work today because they said my head was somewhere else. Now who's going to pay the bills, With this big of a house you cant afford the bills on our own. I.....I...I cant do this anymore!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Clementine gets on top of a bridge she says she doesn't know the meaning of life anymore she asked her husband 5 questions, and based on his answer will determine if she will jump or not. 1.Where does Truth come from? 2.Where does Logic Come from? 3. If peoples instinct is to survive, why do we do things that we know is not good for us, and we go against our survival nature? 4.If humans are good people, why is there so much hatred envy, selfishness in the world? 5. Why should I think im beautiful if my boobs are small?
Wife vs Husband Round 3!!!!

Wait, my brother gave you an STD? That dick is going to suffer. We can get you treated. Ok, so my beautiful wife got raped by my brother and gave her and STD and now we're at my parents's house and my mom is threatening to kill her. I called the police and they just here. They arrested my mother just so they can get her to calm down. I don't want to abort the baby. But I don't want it to live a false life either. We can say that he/she was adopted. Or we could just tell he/she that she was result of rape. But that would not do any good either. I guess we'll figure it out when we get there. My brother got taken in and wasn't charged with rape because my wife willingly had sex with him which I think is stupid because she thought it was me. If she would've known she would not have had the affair. I'm going to make some justice happen.
This House Supports Free Immigration

I will be arguing that free immigration should not be allowed, my opponent will be arguing that free immigration should be allowed. There is a shared BOP. R1 is for acceptance only.No semantics, trolling, forfeiture is an automatic 7 point concession, the same going for plagiarism.Definitions: Free Immigration - the ability to come to a country of which one is not native, usually for permanent residence without being restricted by laws banning immigration and immigrating through any means (e.g. train, boat etc.) and these immigrants then hold the ability not to be deported back to their country of originIf my opponent would like to make any definitional changes, it must be posted in R1 and I hold the right to deny any such changes.I look forward to a great debate!
This House Supports Free Immigration

Many thanks to the opposing party for this opportunity. The current immigration system is the antithesis of a free-market and indeed the heritage of the United States is built on these very principles, to go against immigration in this manner could be construed as being anti American, or immoral. Deportation is subject to human rights and is therefore subjective, so it would be wrong to generalize all immigrants as has been given. Immigrants who enter into the country via work permits are subject to labor and contract law and are therefore here legally, and are within their rights to exercise naturalization once certain criteria has been met. immigrants who fall within this ambit are not joining the US civilization 'freely' but have earned through labor, tax and economic contribution the right to call themselves American, as did our ancestors (as immigrants) who contributed to this land initially.
Story Writing Debate

"Run," he said. Jimmy was alive, but barely, using the last of his breath to tell me something he must've thought was very important. "Take this and run."He held out his hands, a box gripped weakly between them. I took it out of obligation, but I didn't care about the damn thing. I cared about my friend."What were you thinking, Jimmy?" I said, tears welling in my eyes."Don't cry, man," Jimmy said. "It's so... uncool."But I couldn't help it. "What were you thinking?" I repeated. "Where did you get that potion?""Anthony," he answered.Made sense, I guess. Actually, it didn't. None of this made any sense. And I suddenly realized I didn't care about the answers anymore either. "Let's get out of here," I said. "Forget this dumb package. Forget these guys. Let's just go." But I knew that was impossible, that only one of us was leaving that place.Jimmy's eyes trailed to the glass shards sticking halfway out of his shoulder, knowing his fate better than I did. "You go on ahead," he said. "I'll catch up."A joker till the end."That package is important," Jimmy explained. "Take it, and this badge, and get out of here."I got the sudden feeling like I'd missed something. Why did it sound like Jimmy knew something about all this? I didn't ask, though. I'd bothered him enough with questions."I'm not leaving you here by yourself," I said."You're a true friend, Sam," he said with a smile. "Now get the hell out of here. When you're somewhere safe, open the package. You'll know what to do after that, I know it."By then, I could hear footsteps and quiet voices in the distance. A group of people (at least three of them) were approaching from the other end of the docks. Maybe they were part of this same wolf emblem mafia group, maybe they weren't. I didn't want to stick around to find out.I wanted to say something to Jimmy before leaving, something profound. Something like what a true friend should say. But I couldn't think of anything. It was just all so surreal."Go now," he said as the footsteps grew louder.And I did. I turned and walked off, my pace gradually quickening. Before I knew it, I was running along the docks faster than I thought was possible. I didn't look back until I was far away from the docks and gasping for breath. This was as safe a spot as any, I thought, and looked down at the package between my hands.Jimmy said I'd know what to do after I opened this, but I already knew what I wanted to do: I wanted to kill whoever was responsible for Jimmy's death. But who? Who were these guys?"I'm sick of all these questions," I think to myself aloud. "I want some answers now." Then I remove the lid from the package and stare down at its truly shocking contents. "Oh my God..."
Story Writing Debate

At first I though it was an egg. Like the kind you see in magical movies that contain dragons. But it wasn't that, although it looked extremely similar. It was a potion. Don't ask me how I knew that for my brain is as much as a mystery to you as it is to me. I just knew. It was a glowing green sphere with a large cork at the top symbolized with the same crest as the badge. The liquid inside was a deep red color with cloudy blue infused with it. And Jimmy, his face as serious as though is father had died the day before, threw it at the men's feet. Before even a gasp could come from my mouth, the liquid/gas erupted onto the platform. At first it felt that something was clawing at my throat, a ghastly ripping feeling running through me. After a minute my mind cleared and I yearned for fresh air. I couldn't see anything but a strange green mist that would not go no matter how many times I swiped at it. It took a couple of minutes but eventually my wandering was cut short by the mist clearing. It was like seeing the sun for the first time, the fresh air filled my lungs till I had breathe out deeply. I nearly collapsed right then and there as a seagull pecked me on the head but I groggily pushed my eyes open. The first thing I noticed was Jimmy's body strewn across the steps like a grotesque rag doll. I choked back a sob and sprinted over. Jimmy couldn't be dead. This was the Jimmy that had made a sit-wad firing machine so he wouldn't have to chew the paper. "No, No, No" I muttered to myself as I slid over to is limp body. Just as I tried to put my hand against is heart a blow do hard I was thrown back, lashed against my back. Pain racked my body and I was sure that I had cracked numerous ribs. I turned round, only to find myself looking at the short, buff man that had been in the talker's crew. "Your frie-" The short man coughed at fell against the deck, his head hanging loosely on his neck. In the light I could see that he had a tattoo on his neck of a woman with the caption: My love is what keeps me going. This just made me choke more. He had a loving wife that he could never go back to. The other men where strewn similarly across the deck, there faces just as pale. No, he couldn't be dead either. This was not meant to happen. We where suppose to see what the delivery was and then leave. No, No, No, No, No. I repeated to myself as I staggered over to Jimmy's body. His t-shirt was ripped and the area around his shoulder dripping with blood. A deep gash above his eye made his face look like waterfall of blood. I assumed he had smashed into something and I was proven right as I saw the glass shards in his shoulder What had been in that awful potion? I looked fearfully at his lips where I could see no signs of breath. Just to be sure I knelt down. And an answering breath tickled my neck.
Story Writing Debate

My heart skipped a beat as a gruff male voice echoed from the end of the line: "Is this you Anthony?" I looked over at Jimmy who liked like he was about to do a victory dance around the room. Then again, he did a sort of jiggle when he heard the voice. Like the kind you do when you've just saved your iPod from running out of power. "Yes, this is Anthony." I stuttered into the cellphone, feeling my cheeks burn. "You ok Anthony? You don't sound like yourself today." Oh man, I put this whole situation in jeopardy just 'cause of my stutter. Before I could say anything more, Jimmy snatched the phone off me. "Just a mild cold thanks." Jimmy said smoothly. I ground my teeth as I remembered how utterly hopeless I had been. I'm terrible with this kind of stuff. Jimmy's confident and weird in a way that's kind of cool. I'm weird in a way that's definitely not cool. Geeky stuff I suppose your non-geeky brain must be thinking at this precise moment. "Alright then, but you better be up and ready for the delivery tonight." Again my heart nearly stopped a beat. Delivery of what? Drugs? "Don't worry, I'll be there. But just in case, can you just run though the time and place with me? I've been a bit forgetful lately. Stress and all." Jimmy said solemnly into the phone. I had to smile at his ingenuity in the situation. No way would I be able to do that. "Alright but you better listen closely because I'm not repeating myself. The place is the dock's down by Ralph's park. They'll give you it at dock number five next to barge seven. Ask them for the delivery and show them your badge. Be there on Saturday at 11 o'clock sharp or you'll be cut from the unit." "Thanks, we'll be there." And with that the mysterious man on the end of the line hung up, leaving us staring at a blank screen and one ADHD boy's grin that looked like it would split his face in two.
Story Writing Debate

Chapter 2: What Lies Beyond...I didn't know what to expect to be waiting behind those wardrobe doors, finely polished without a hint of old age (very unlike the rest of the crap in here). Possibilites swirled about my head moments before Jimmy had opened it: treasure, perhaps, or at least a treasure map. Of course, I knew that was just wishful thinking; but this wardrobe looked so out-of-place, so myseterious, I might not have been surprised if a pile of doubloons had poured out, a treasure chest overflowing with gems riding atop the gold waves, and even a parrot sitting on top of that. It would look up at me and squack and I would look back and think "I'm rich!"It might have been heartbreaking if the doors opened and there was nothing at all inside, except maybe a cobweb here or a mothball there. But, Hell, I would have taken that over what we actually found in there any day: a body, a human body, tumbled out and onto the floor, like it had been propped up against the inside of the doors."Christ!" I shrieked, falling back on my tailbone. "I-I-Is that what I think it is?""Well, it's not Narnia," Jimmy said, more disappointed than shocked it seemed.I looked down at it; it was a man, a young man (maybe only 25 years old), with dark splotches beneath his eyes. I didn't see any blood or injuries on him (not that I inspected him all that thouroughly), and he wasn't moving at all. "I-Is he, you know...?""Dead?" Jimmy grabbed a nearby piece of debris (some kind of long pipe) and poked the body with it. "I think so," he concluded after it didn't respond. "Should we say a prayer?""We should get out of here," I declared, "like I said before.""Alright, alright, don't be so antsy, Sam."Maybe I was a bit antsy. I'd never been in the presence of a corpse before, and I had no desire to be any longer than I had to.But then, a ringing came from inside the man's pocket. I wanted nothing more than to ignore it, but something told me Jimmy did not share my sentiments; the fact that he was already rummaging through his pants and coat was a pretty good indicator."Jimmy," I shouted at him. "What are you doing? Let's go!""Hang on a minute," he said, then shown a stupid grin when he finally found the cellphone, a small, silver model. He pulled it from the corpse and stared at it. "Maybe it's a clue.""A clue? To what?" I doubt even he knew what he was talking about."I dunno," he admitted. "Let's find out." Then, before I had time to stop him, he flipped open the phone and spoke into it. "Hello?"