DISCLAIMER. The reason behind POLISH LIES is to give food for thought. Not fuel for flamewars. (When you’ll throw down the gauntlet, I may, reluctantly, pick it up.) Other members of this blog may not share my understanding of what POLISH LIES are.
Poles, the hopeless romantics (*).
For our freedom and yours, the banners say.
I thought — after the Chechen freedom craze or freedom to Belarus craze — the madness could hake a break, take a day off, or better, a century off. But no. It seems it is time for some free Tibet malarkey.
I know many of the old are vassals to powerful forces of evil, so they have to act dumb. Still, I would hope the young are smarter – they looked practical enough to leave the country to earn money abroad, then spend it on things that are not sad, grim, romantic — but mundane, practical and sexy. But now they seem to return to romanticism, calling themselves democratic fighters for human rights.
Well, let me tell what human rights Tibetans have.
They have the right to start thinking: prayer wheels against nukes. They have the right to start calculating: Against every Tibetan there are, what, several hundreds men of China, a thousand?
They have the human right to SURVIVE. In order to survive, however, they cannot be Indians that die with war slogans on their romantic mouth — they have to surrender and ask their victor’s forgiveness.
They have the the right to remember: we were beaten in 1717, the empire got our land. In the year 1717 there were free Indians yet in the lands known as the USA today. But the Indians were beaten, locked in reservation camps. They stand grin-ready to any buck-ready tourist, between a hot devilburger and the deep blue red of a coke, the buck made on Disney trafficking Pocahontas.
Can we learn from history? Were there people interested in goading American Indians to fight? Of course they were! Dead Indians occupy their graves only, alive Indians occupy too many precious land lots. Imagine all the problems the USA would have had if masses of the combatant Indians had laid down their weapons and declared their want to start becoming and behaving American.
The lesson is thus:
Tibetans can start becoming and behaving Chinese — or they can start losing. Any romantic Pole supporting the “free Tibet” lunacy wants Tibetans lost — or at least, much unhappier. I would prefer Tibetans alive, or at least, happier. That is why I will think China deals with their own internal affair, and that Chinese stuff is OK. (Which no romantic pro-Tibetan can say, as has ever bought any made-in-China thing. Just like no romantic pro-human-rights fighter ever bought anything US American not to disgrace the memory of the noble savages.)
Romantic about cherishing their history of odd inventions, even not Polish ones (hear ye wings of hussars?). Romantic about their defeats — with swords — or scythes — or charity boxes in hand — united they stand, united they fall. Romantic to strip women off their coats, but not of more — about kissing woman’s hand, but no further. Not choosing better artists, but regurgitating some romantic writers the world does not know or care about. Making kids memorize some sly poets smart enough to limit their being romantic to writing highfalutin verses for the dim public. Dim enough to let anti-Polish slanders from peoples that are not so romantic — slip unnoticed. Poles ready to lie whenever lies would sound romantic. Praising their sportsmen romantic enough to lose. Glorifying their soldiers die-hard romantic to fight for others and to care for others and to lose for others.
Now I’m here, now I’m there.