We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
"Hate crime hoaxes, like Jussie Smollett's alleged attack, are more common than you think": There are so few ACTUAL hate crimes, that we must fake our own hate crimes, just to keep the numbers up. The HORROR!! The horror...
"Is it Islamophobic to deny that 'Palestine' exists?"
First, avoid that bogus "phobia" word, I always do. It represents a pointed attempt to support a particular political narrative by conflating anti-Muslim bigotry (dislike for someone simply because they are Muslim) with dislike for Islam, all bundled up to imply you have some clinical disorder like agoraphobia. So don't use your opponent's terminology; you've already lost half the battle.
As to the question, there's no doubt that there is a region named Palestine and that there are Palestinians. But much depends on the type of denial.
There is no sovereign state of Palestine and never has been (that's not an anti-Palestinian thing to say, just a statement of historical fact). But to say there cannot be a sovereign state of Palestine is another question; of course there can.
The argument is thus over what that state should look like and I don't doubt that some views on the matter might well be viewed as prejudiced in one way or another.
(It's also easy - and sometimes understandable - to forget that Palestinian is not synonymous with Muslim; though most Palestinians are certainly Muslims, many others are Christians.)
It's not a phobia but it is a lapse in historical accuracy and during the British mandate it was called Palestine with a flag that looks just like the Israeli flag today but with Palestine written on the flag. I think Palestine goes back to the defeat of the Jews by Rome and their renaming of the country...islam was not yet in existence.
I'm sorry, way off topic I know.
Manatees face new challenge in Florida from harassing, non-native armored catfish.
I just want to remind everyone that NO ONE has done more damage to our native habitats than globalists, multinationals, and their fellow travelers, in the meanwhile they are constantly castigating us over CO2.
1. Build the wall of course.
2. Put troops on the border.
3. Require that no federal money can be spent on anyone in the country illegally. No welfare, no housing, no food, no bus tickets, nothing.
4. Start identifying and fining any employer who hires an illegal.
5. Identify and fine anyone, including family and friends, who aids anyone in the country illegally. That would cover any help at all; a meal, a place to stay, a ride, anything.
6. For any illegal alien using health care require that the hospitals call ICE and that any health care given is charged to the country that the illegal alien is from.
7. Put a 10% tax on any money sent back to their home country.
Still, I enjoyed it — not least for the light it shed on one of the strangest mysteries in pop history: how exactly did a bunch of average (or so Paul McCartney boasted in an early interview) musical talents, ranked even below Howie Casey and the Seniors and Rory Storm and the Hurricanes in the early 1960s Liverpool pop hierarchy, suddenly mutate into a world-beating phenomenon?
A combination of alchemy and will to power, I’d say. You see this time and again with pop stars. (That superb documentary on the invention of David Bowie a couple of months ago was another example.) They start off a bit hopeless and rubbish, but the really determined ones keep grinding away regardless until something magical happens. They spend a year or so paying their dues in Hamburg. Their drummer accidentally develops a distinctive backbeat. The leather jackets they wear for reasons of durable practicality suddenly become iconic. The bass player’s German girlfriend comes up with some striking haircuts. Their sets are so long and frequent they realise they’ll have to write songs of their own because covers are insufficient. A nice upper-middle class Jewish boy has faith and doesn’t give up until they’ve got a deal. The one record label that doesn’t reject them happens to have a genius called George Martin working there…
Remove any single one of these ingredients and you wonder: would the Beatles ever have got as big as they did? And does this mean that in parallel universes some of us are actually the rock gods we’ve always wished we could have been, waking to ecstasy our living lyres in a way that in this world cruel circumstances denied us?