The Young Turks are journos but they're real ones, unlike the bribe-hungry stooges on the big networks who will report anything you say for a (cough) nominal consideration.
Cenk Uygur fronts The Young Turks quite a bit and does an excellent job of it regardless of the topic. Uygur has an impressive resume in law and journalism but we were curious if he really is a Young Turk because he doesn't sound Turkish to me.
(Ed: what does Turkish sound like?)
No idea but we're sure it does not sound like Uygur's speech.
Nevertheless, he really is a Turk and was born in Istanbul where he was raised a Muslim. He now describes himself as agnostic but he provides a prime example of the pointlessness of vilifying all Muslims and provides clear proof of the despicable nature of those who say 'Muslims do not think like us.'
We admire Bernie Sanders anyway but we love him all the more because no real Mensch gives any kind of duck's tail flip over what his hair looks like.
Mensch is a man auf Deutsch but it's not the simplistic thinking of me Tarzan, you Jane. So we see Bernie Sanders definitely as ein Mensch.
We admire Bernie Sanders anyway but we love him all the more because no real Mensch gives any kind of duck's tail flip over what his hair looks like.
Mensch is a man auf Deutsch but it's not the simplistic thinking of me Tarzan, you Jane. So we see Bernie Sanders definitely as ein Mensch.
Try not to smile as you listen even if you don't understand the lyrics. You will still feel it. About halfway through you will see it. Everyone in the house knows the song and knows the words.
I'm not sure when Cat introduced me to Hubert Grönemeyer and we didn't speak of him today but Bernie Sanders makes me think of him and what we can be when we stop listening to the criminals and be what we really are.
Translation of Lyrics
Right now is right
Right now is good
Nothing's really important
After low tide comes high tide
on the beach of life
Without reason, without understanding
nothing is in vain
I build my dreams on the sand
And it is, it is okay
Everything on the way
It's (a) sunny time
Unburdened and free
And (hu)man is called (hu)man
Because he forgets, because he represses
Because he's enthusiastic and toughens up
He warms up when he tells tales
And because he laughs, because he lives, you're missed
The firmament (sky) has opened up
Cloudless and ocean blue
And telephone, gas, electricity
Unpaid and that's all right
Share your peace with me
Even if it's only borrowed
I don't want your love
I only want your word
And it is, it is okay
Everything on the way
It's (a) sunny time
Clear and easy
And man is called man
And because he errs, and because he struggles
Because he hopes and loves
Because he empathizes and forgives
And because he laughs, and because he lives, you're missed
Oh, because he laughs, because he lives, you're missed
Oh, its okay
Everything on the way
It's (a) sunny time
Clear and easy
And man is called man
Because he forgets, because he suppresses
And because he's enthusiastic and believes
Depends on and trusts (others)
And because he laughs, because he lives, you're missed
Oh, it's quite okay
It hurts the same all over (uniformly)
It's (a) sunny time
Without any plan, without accompaniment
And man is called man
Because he remembers, because he struggles
Because he hopes and loves
Because he empathizes and forgives
And because he laughs, and because he lives, you're missed
Oh, because he laughs, and because he lives, you're missed
Ohh, lalalay...
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