OÙ VA-T-ON ENTERRER CETTE MERDE ?
Oui, c'est encore en nangliche, oui je vous étronne si ça vous pose un problème, oui vous devez lire ça et non, ce n'est pas ma faute si la nazebroquesphère francophone est, à ce jour, plus ou moins infoutue de proposer de la prose à la fois si bien foutue, agréable, précise et violente. J'ai pas quatre bras, non plus, alors j'en emprunte deux à Jim Goad, permettez ?
If we’re going to push multiculturalism’s glories, shouldn’t we point out where has it worked in the past? If diversity is a strength, why did stretched-too-thin empires such as ancient Rome and the Soviet Union eventually fall from the weight of their own diversity? Stop calling me a racist and shoot some believable answers at me. I really want to hear them. (...)
What kind of newly enriched and suddenly empowered American culture do I see when I drive on the highway near my house? I see Wal-Mart, Chili’s, Motel 6, Wendy’s, and Home Depot. It could be Indianapolis. It could be Omaha. It could be Seattle. It could be anywhere in America. It happens to be Stone Mountain, GA, but you’d have no idea you were even in the South. In 2010, the only cultural landscape we share consists of familiar corporate logos. There’s no local flavor, no sense of indigenous culture. Things don’t seem richer, livelier, and more colorful; they’re empty, listless, and dead. (...)
Multiculturalism is dead, sure, but what do we do with the body? I’ve yet to hear a good burial plan, and I fear we may need one.