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this can't end well

the members of the european union have opened talks to allow turkey to join its ranks. austria, the lone remaining opposition to the proposed talks, gave way under pretty intense pressure, particularly from the uk, to drop its objections. in reality, austria's objections (chief among them a feared increase in immigration) were pretty specious, but that doesn't mean that someone with a level head shouldn't be trying to dissuade eu members from welcoming turkey into the fold.

the government of turkey is a brutal dictatorship with an appalling human rights record, particularly with regards to its native kurdish population. although the current government has made statements to the effect that it will not tolerate the widespread torture and brutality of previous regimes, all indicators are that these practices are still common.

as recently as last week, the turkish government was threatening to shut down a group that defended gay rights, on the grounds that the existence of the group violates the principles of turkish morality.

one thing that has surely won support from the british (good american lapdogs that they are) is the government's vicious crackdown on the pkk, a kurdish separatist or terrorist group, depending on who you ask. both the americans and the british have praised turkey for its hardline stance in dealing with the pkk.

note that this is the same ethnic group who were touted as an oppressed minority in iraq under saddam hussein. cross the border into turkey and the same people become the enemy.

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