Boohoo! Boooohooo! Poor little snowflake! Cry for me, snowflake! Cry cry!
And this is what we're down to. Your facts proven wrong, the flaws in your reasoning pointed out, you revert to juvenile taunts a pre-adolescent would be embarrassed by.
Here's the deal. European culture has done magnificent things. The science, the engineering, the art, the philosophies of governance, all pretty amazing.
And how much of that are you, personally, responsible for?
That's right, none of it. You have, in all your life, done exactly the square root of sweet ****-all to move the ball.
Funny part is this brownie you despise so much has done more for European civilization than you. I spent twelve years of my life defending Western Europe, North America, and their allies from those nice, wonderful, civilized white people in the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics (as white as you, every one of 'em).
Was I a hero? Nope. I was one of literally millions. Still more'n you ever did.
Since then, most of my work for the last 25 years or so has been in telecommunications and energy policy, in various capacities. I can, and do, claim a significant role in the advances in telecom and energy over the last quarter century.
Was I the big guy? Did I invent some of the critical chips or fracking methods? Was I a bigshot corporate exec or government department head? Nope. I was one of tens of thousands. But my original work contributed to the computer you're typing on, the smartphone you carry, the systems that make them work, and the energy that powers them. Which is more'n you ever did.
Every contribution you lay claim to was achieved by somebody in the same general skin-shade range as you. And you, personally, did. . . none. . . of. . . it. I did a li'l tiny bit, which is a thousand times what you did.
That is why you are so intent on touting the superiority of people with the same skin-shade range as you. Because you know that your personal achievements don't amount to a cow turd on a flat rock.
Or as that great European, Lazarus Long, said. . .
"This sad little lizard told me that he was a brontosaurus on his mother's side. I did not laugh; people who boast of ancestry often have little else to sustain them. Humoring them costs nothing and adds happiness in a world in which happiness is always in short supply."
So go be happy, small one.
"And so fare thee well.
Thou never shalt hear herald anymore."
--Henry V, IV:3, by Shakes the Spear
