Don't you think that calling people "primitives" sets you up for looking like a rather unfortunate person?
I mean, in the heart department.
Trust me, franksolich is all heart, the milk of human kindness, a paragon of tolerance and indulgence, a forgiver-and-forgetter, willing to be a friend of all who come his way, perhaps too much for his own good.
franksolich is also notorious, in both real life and on the internet, for calling something what it is, no mealy-mouthed euphemisms or sugar-coating.
In nearly nine years of watching the antics on Skins's island, one must inevitably--and accurately--conclude that the denizens there resemble nothing more than a backward remote isolated society and culture far removed from the wider world.
Their rituals and customs, taboos and totems, dances and ceremonies, systems of class and caste, their blood-lust for infanticide and genocide, their deities, their grotesque fantasies about the world outside of theirs, their craven fear of people unlike themselves, their hostility towards outsiders and newcomers, and their generally parasitical nature on healthier societies, makes one feel as if he is reading a work of anthropology by the late Margaret Mead.
One should call things what they are, and for "primitives," I offer no apology. That's what they are.
