Last night as I lay in bed, looking up at the stars, I thought, “Where the hell is my ceiling?"
Like nationalism is a fixed element in the history of any country or region. I am pretty certain what you call your civil war now was a war of independence for one of the parties involved.
But what is funnier is that you obviously missed the fact that what I really did was dismiss the notion that that mostly intra-European conflict was a 'world war'.
Last edited by Hazir; 11-03-2016 at 11:10 PM.
Congratulations America
Last night as I lay in bed, looking up at the stars, I thought, “Where the hell is my ceiling?"
No you dimwit, the fact that I refuse to call that war a ' world war' has nothing to do with my 'ideology' about the present unification of Europe but everything with the fact that I find it incredible that a bunch of European war crime glorifiers managed to label that war as first the 'great war' and then a 'world war'. There was nothing great about it and the fact that Steely is losing sleep in order to drag out so minor altercations in order to prove that it really really eas the world on fire still doesn't make it a world war.
They threw a couple of millions of young lives away an now try to upgrade it to some sort of test run where the German Emperor and his Huns are conveniently turned in proto-nazis.
Congratulations America
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