Red Mosquito

The Argonaut wrote:Wild, dime. Glad you're ok, that is a scary scene.

Irony of ironies: riot seems to have been set off by far-right anti-immigrant "protesters" following a stabbing of multiple people, including children, in a public attack on Parnell Square. The suspect may be a naturalized Irish citizen, but regardless, rumors began to spread online that he was an immigrant, starting the whole riot.

But guess who stopped the attack in the first place? Yup, a Brazilian delivery driver, who jumped off his motorcycle and punched the guy in the head with his motorcycle helmet.

96583UP wrote:and as always, the perfect response: ‘it’s payback time; let’s destroy where we live!’

Anders wrote:Kearney said a group of people restrained the suspect on the ground, as some of those injured were taken back inside the school. One Irish woman and one American woman stood in front of the suspect to stop people from beating him.

The Argonaut wrote:

96583UP wrote:and as always, the perfect response: ‘it’s payback time; let’s destroy where we live!’

The nucleus of the early rioters may have been an existing anti-immigrant protest, relatively small. I'm no expert in Irish domestic politics, but I wouldn't be surprised if a fair amount of those folks drove into the city for the day and then took the opportunity to have some fun and destroy dime's neighborhood

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96583UP wrote:and as always, the perfect response: ‘it’s payback time; let’s destroy where we live!’

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

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Bammer wrote:Also I had sex this afternoon with Mrs. Bam

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