Is it awful that I have a lower opinion of I-talians, in general?

[mitalit]

Let's not distort the thread, this thread is specifically to criticize Italians. Continue Richmond, we all support you.

[Longbowman]

A fat 40 year old incel filled with hate.

he's 42 actually

[Richmondbread]

he's 42 actually

wow, two whole years difference.

[Colonel Frank Grimes]

I am not a racist or anything, though. I just don't like the wops.

That actually made me laugh.



An Italian-American: "Let me ask you something... we Italians, we got our families, and we got the church; the Irish, they have the homeland, Jews their tradition; even the niggers, they got their music. What about your people, Mr. Richmondbred, what do you have?"

Richmondbred: "The United States of America. The rest of you are just visiting.”

[Oneeye]

Italians are like vampires, once you invite them in and they come suck you dry.

[NSXD60]

That actually made me laugh.



An Italian-American: "Let me ask you something... we Italians, we got our families, and we got the church; the Irish, they have the homeland, Jews their tradition; even the niggers, they got their music. What about your people, Mr. Richmondbred, what do you have?"

Richmondbred: "The United States of America. The rest of you are just visiting.”

Yeah, but there's nothing like the smell of garlic in the morning.

[Gründig]

You’re Jewish though

[Radimir]

wow, two whole years difference.

Aren't you happy he is correcting the mistakes of others regarding your age? And he is doing it for free!!!

[JamesBond007]

It always amazes me in human society, most of people that think they are better than others are in most cases losers themself. And this is a great example.

It rather amuses me. Because in the end when we see who wins, the loser side is very fun to observe.

He who has taken to heart the teaching of my philosophy—who knows, therefore, that our whole existence is something which had better not have been, and that to disown and disclaim it is the highest wisdom—he will have no great expectations from anything or any condition in life: he will spend passion upon nothing in the world, nor lament over-much if he fails in any of his undertakings. He will feel the deep truth of what Plato6 says: [Greek: oute ti ton anthropinon haxion on megalaes spondaes]—nothing in human affairs is worth any great anxiety; or, as the Persian poet has it,

Though from thy grasp all worldly things should flee,
Grieve not for them, for they are nothing worth:
And though a world in thy possession be,
Joy not, for worthless are the things of earth.
Since to that better world 'tis given to thee
To pass, speed on, for this is nothing worth.7

The chief obstacle to our arriving at these salutary views is that hypocrisy of the world to which I have already alluded—an hypocrisy which should be early revealed to the young. Most of the glories of the world are mere outward show, like the scenes on a stage: there is nothing real about them. Ships festooned and hung with pennants, firing of cannon, illuminations, beating of drums and blowing of trumpets, shouting and applauding—these are all the outward sign, the pretence and suggestion,—as it were the hieroglyphic,—of joy: but just there, joy is, as a rule, not to be found; it is the only guest who has declined to be present at the festival. Where this guest may really be found, he comes generally without invitation; he is not formerly announced, but slips in quietly by himself sans facon; often making his appearance under the most unimportant and trivial circumstances, and in the commonest company—anywhere, in short, but where the society is brilliant and distinguished. Joy is like the gold in the Australian mines—found only now and then, as it were, by the caprice of chance, and according to no rule or law; oftenest in very little grains, and very seldom in heaps. All that outward show which I have described, is only an attempt to make people believe that it is really joy which has come to the festival; and to produce this impression upon the spectators is, in fact, the whole object of it.

With mourning it is just the same. That long funeral procession, moving up so slowly; how melancholy it looks! what an endless row of carriages! But look into them—they are all empty; the coachmen of the whole town are the sole escort the dead man has to his grave. Eloquent picture of the friendship and esteem of the world! This is the falsehood, the hollowness, the hypocrisy of human affairs!

Take another example—a roomful of guests in full dress, being received with great ceremony. You could almost believe that this is a noble and distinguished company; but, as a matter of fact, it is compulsion, pain and boredom who are the real guests. For where many are invited, it is a rabble—even if they all wear stars. Really good society is everywhere of necessity very small. In brilliant festivals and noisy entertainments, there is always, at bottom, a sense of emptiness prevalent. A false tone is there: such gatherings are in strange contrast with the misery and barrenness of our existence. The contrast brings the true condition into greater relief. Still, these gatherings are effective from the outside; and that is just their purpose. Chamfort8 makes the excellent remark that society—les cercles, les salons, ce qu'on appelle le monde—is like a miserable play, or a bad opera, without any interest in itself, but supported for a time by mechanical aid, costumes and scenery.

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https://www.gutenberg.org/files/1071...-h/10715-h.htm

[Smitty]

Sorry, I misread what you stated. I don't see why people are such hypocrites here because many have said FAR WORSE than I ever had.

I don't care about anything you said, whether genuine or not. But I am unsure that you're the real deal. You were always pushing the boundaries of realism, but "The Lord is revealing prejudices in me"? I come from as religious a background as one can come from, and that does not ring true to me.