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Why Do You Love Poland? [907]
This why I don't love Poland.
The stupidy of that temper tantrum known as the Warsaw Uprising is breathtaking. It destroyed the city and killed 200,000 Poles. It almost killed me as I was in Warsaw during the whole bloody thing.
After the war, the Polish Soviet collaborators cheerfully helped the new occupiers. No, they were not reluctant.
Anyone who claims to love Polish language, the grammar and the sound, is lying or is a masochist. I started hating it after listening to the Voice of America. Until then, I would tend to studder slightly. In English - never. It flows so naturally. And the 26 letters. Who and why needs three versions of "a" and "z"?
Food is worse than awful. Fattening and unedible if not served sizzling.
Emotion always trumps logic and facts in the Polish way of thinking. Try to discuss rationally and without that Polish passion the September 1939 resistance, the horses vs tanks, and the Warsaw Uprising and you will quickly know what I mean. Dying for the country is the highest mission and honor. No, thanks.
Today, Warsaw looks like somebody threw it together and forgot that things should be in harmony. Palac Kultury, as ugly as it is, is drowned out by those super modern abominations.
And then there is this mindless graffiti. Everywhere. And the locals love it enough for it to stay. If they hated it, it would be painted over and the "artists" would be serving time long enough to drive the message home.