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October 27, 2008

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Noga

I've been agonising mightily over the question: is it too ignoble of me to feel so little sympathy for the overtired Holocaust denier. I’m working hard on raising the level of my humankindness.

After all, even wannabe genocidaires have

“hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections,
passions, fed with the same food,
hurt with the same weapons,
subject to the same diseases”,

right?

dearieme

Perhaps a pistol and a bottle of whisky isn't the done thing in Iran?

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