You may ask why, Hissing Turban? Because it goes to the point of just how messed up we are as a species. That some madrasa fanboy can infiltrate a funeral in order to blow himself to kibble along with five or fifty of the deceased's closest friends and family and do it for the twisted notion of an almighty deity that rains virgins on males martyred thus. That and wrapping the less than brightest in shrapnel vests and sending them down to the market for some baba ganoush. "Here, Habibi, take this cell phone with you and call me when you get there. Allahu Akbar."
Give me a break. If the Great and Powerful Oz were to send a bevy of munchkin virgins to me, I'm sure it would be because he wants me to indoctrinate them in the ways of pleasure. Either that or just to piss me off. Virgins? I'll take a talented tart any day over an amateur. But then again, we're talking about some of the most thoroughly mind-fucked souls known to man. The kind with little learning other than that of war and warlords. The kind steeped in the blood of friends and antecedents. The kind of hatred that can only be sustained through clinging beyond any fathomable reason to a religion and its perversion.
But that ain't all. To pick on the whole of Islam for the misdeeds of a few thousand is misapplied derision. There's plenty of corners for the cockroaches of mankind to hide in. There's skinheads and members of GLAAD, PETA, NOW, the NRA, the Supreme Court, effing Super PACs, propagandists masquerading as documentarians, the Republican AND Democratic parties, Chicago politicians, Washington lobbyists, Tea Party chowderheads and the bored and disaffected of the Occupy Wall Street movement. Top it off with Palin, Bachmann and Oprah, the producers of gay amputee porn, anyone who co-ops their faith for monetary gain and elves. Actually the elves are okay with me. Especially that Arwen chick, mm-hmm.
Martin Luther King, Jr. had a dream. One that included everyone. So let's be clear here. What we need to talk about is what's going on in the world-at-large and hear what each of us thinks about it too. If we can find some humor in it, so much the better. That's what blogs are for. Start some shit and see where it floats. And if you find some words here to cling to so much the better. Come back often. Leave a sign of life.
Cheers,
J.C. [the younger]
