You do not take sides. You do not want your eyes sealed by barricades. You want to show that behind each barricade, both in camps there or here, perched dirty and vile things. There are tactics and tools of destruction prepared. You want to reiterate that your role ("I was a scholar," you said) is against it. You want to underline again the clear reasoning, balanced standard goodness and conscience which want to be heard.
Therefore you do not want to take sides. But I'm siding. Let me explain why. In these last days, with siding -- but not carelessly take sides -- I decided to participate in the effort to find the goal you want to achieve, the goals I want to accomplish.
The difference is: I do not stand in the control tower. For me, the control tower in apparent distance. It looks very far away, or considers itself away, close to the towering sky. But the foundation is located on a plot of land. Its location is not only familiar with the green treetops, but also brackish water and various droppings. I do not want to be in the tower, not because I am not comfortable with the unclean. I do not want there because I feel can not pretend to stare at the earth from outer turbulent history.
My view may be limited. Maybe I'm losing perspective that covering all things. But I am never convinced that "seeing" is always the same as "knowing" and "knowing" is the same as "experiencing". When I take sides, there is missing from my sight, but I experience something.
Most significantly, the heavy circulation of slander, the degree that have never experienced by political history. Maybe this can happen because of ideology to focus displacement figures, a trend that is more apparent because of the television power. In the scintillating screen, the face and the image is more important than the program and the mind. And the face and image will be destroyed by a vilification.
But heavy slander due to political rivalry has been treated as an absolute hostility. Of course you remember,"war" has been used to describe it. More pronounced is: a war between "Pagan" and "Islam". In the absolute hostility, no more values are considered valid together. Slander and lies is permitted because such a fight is a fight with no possibility of reconciliation. Parties who defame feel deserve to exclude themselves from the common values about the honest and the dishonest.
Political rivalry soon turns into a moral struggle, one thing that makes it bitter, fluttering, but also tragic. When politics linked with moral demands, the people feel to find a direction, a direction that is valuable and therefore move their hearts. From this, an intense partisan was born. No more indifference which commonly develops when democracy is a mere procedure, when democracy is not much change the situation. What arises is a sense of anxiety and anger when witnessing the lies and deception efforts, and can win.
The reaction to it is militancy without orders. There is a shared sense that being insulted. You -- who always take a distance from the surge and the crowd -- to remain impartial. You're actually booing, "How naive these people". But I'm not sure anymore with what you try is the return of reason, a fair value standard and sensitive conscience.
But I must say, there is some truth to what you see. Because when the political struggle develops into a moral battle, people often forget: that in history, there is no battle that can be resolved between good and evil. Demand so that the good done in a country has never been met. Impatience will follow, sometimes gives birth to terror and oppression, or disappointment.
Politics is an effective way for changing the world and disappointments, but politics is not really a good way. Raymond Aron once wrote, political contains a "pact with the forces of hell". Politic -- as a struggle towards power -- always leads to violence: towards a country where violence becomes the exclusive rights.
But that's where I'm getting something. Every moment I am forced to hope and anxious. Every time I learn back to pursue a froth between "powers of hell" and the moral demands which move the hearts of millions of people where I am adrift. Any time I find the possibilities and limitations of human beings, rot and glory, selfishness and willingness to sacrifice, then each time anyway I feel the need to admit: humans may exist in me.
Of course you do not experience it. You stand safely away from the barricade, occasional comment intelligently. I do not know who is listening.
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A Little Note in Remembering Alain Soral Birthday in 2014 - 2 Octobre
Happy 56th birthday.
To me, you are very handsome, simple and sensual.
Mmm ... your legs are long and sexy, too.
I love you .
... Ahahaa.... 
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