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John Esposito
JOHN ESPOSITO'S DILEMMA-REFORMATION OR CONQUEST! Sohaib Abbasi, a former
executive at the Oracle Corporation, contributed $2.5 million to the Abbasi Program; Lysbeth Warren, a member of the Humanities
and Sciences Council at Stanford, kicked in another $2 million. The William and Flora Hewlett Foundation, apparently worried
about their reputation as spendthrifts, added a $4.5 million grant to the fund. That's makes $9 million-a right tidy sum.
But it's for a good cause-it's for education Who knows? Maybe Johnny will finally learn how to read, and
Jane will acquire the necessary skills to become a first-rate junior executive at-say, McDonalds or Wal-Mart. But
wait a minute-hold your horses-this is Berkeley we're talking about here, and there are strings attached. If Johnny and Jane
expect to be on the receiving end of any of this educational largesse they will have to study the Koran, learn how to spell
burqa, plan a pilgrimage to Mecca, and read the works of John Esposito-especially the latter. The
$9 million is more for indoctrination than it is for education. It will fund the new Abbasi Program in Islamic Studies
at Berkeley. It will expand the current curriculum of Islamic Studies, and will, hopefully, promote a better understanding
of Muslim culture. Say what? Promote a better understanding of Muslim culture? Now if that doesn't smell
fishy it's because somebody has let Charlie out of the can. Isn't Islam a religion? They're not trying to promote a religion
are they? Hasn't anybody told them about the separations of Church and State? Aren't these the same folks who have repeatedly
excoriated Jerry Falwell for attempting to breech the famous wall between Church and State? Is there anybody at Berkeley who
remembers Jefferson and Madison? Do they think Old Jeff and Little Jemmy would have approved of this nonsense? What would
that dirty little atheist Tom Paine have had to say? Would it be printable? What are these Berkeley rascals
up to? Do they have an ulterior motive-a hidden agenda-are they trying to undermine Christianity, capitalism, George W. Bush,
and the US government? Naw-those scoundrels would never attempt anything like that! Maybe they're planning to sell prayer
rugs between classes. There's a growing market in prayer rugs. Does Esposito have some kind of a contract with the Wahabbis?
What are they paying for a convert these days? John Esposito, a professor at Georgetown University and
chair of Georgetown's Center for the Study of Islam and Democracy, kicked off the Studies lecture series when he spoke on
"The Future of Islam" at Berkeley's Oak Lounge. Esposito is Islam's foremost promoter in America. He beats
the loudest drum in the Muslim parade. He's a super salesman. He could have sold shares in the French Panama Canal Company
to Ferdinand de Lesseps; he could have sold the Brooklyn Bridge to W.C. Fields; if he stood on a street corner describing
a Schwinn to a five-year-old and the Fonz happened by, the Fonz would buy one sight unseen, thinking he was getting the greatest
Harley ever built. Esposito is a walking one-man South Sea's Bubble. "We have to broaden our notions
of plurality and tolerance," said Esposito. "Tolerance must be based on mutual understanding and respect...Unless
we do that, it makes for a bleak future. Mutual understanding and respect? Of course! That's it!
Esposito is right! What an incredible insight! What an astounding breakthrough! Now if we can get the mullahs and the ayatollahs
and the imams and the Wahabbis who run those Madrassas schools they call universities in Egypt and Saudi Arabia and Iran to
adopt the Esposito program the future safety of the world is assured! But, alas-wouldn't you know-Esposito
is not talking about Mohammed and Habib and the Mad-Rats-Asses schools, he's talking about Potsy and Ralph Malph! Yes, sad
to say, Potsy and Ralph Malph are culturally deprived as far as Esposito is concerned. Neither of them has ever been inside
a mosque-and the Fonz has never been inside a church, but that's another story. It wouldn't hurt if the boys learned a few
suras and hadiths-that would make Ibrahim Hoopercrit more comfortable when he comes around to collect the
jizya. That's the tax non-Muslims-dhimmis-pay to practice their religion in the lands of the mullahs. Unlikely, you say?
Not according to Hooper. He says America will eventually become a Muslim country-especially if Esposito and his friends
have anything to say about it. If we can't be frank, let's at least be honest. Potsy and Ralph Malph have
a more inclusive notion of what plurality entails than either Esposito or Hooper. There is nothing in the way of diversity
the boys haven't tried. They will eat anything that's been dead for at least five seconds. And clothes? Why, they will wear
a sarong in the morning, a swallowtail coat in the afternoon, and a caftan and a pith helmet at night, and their sister's
underpants when nobody is looking. And, except for Roseanne Barr and Moms Mably, there isn't woman they haven't tried to date.
They will listen to any kind of music-mariachi, polka. My Gosh! They know who Nelson Eddy is! And once a year they get together
for a Chipmunks festival! And do they ever love sports! They would walk a mile-and they have-just to see how many
people can stuff their carcasses into a phone booth-a sport that has been in a steady and sad decline. But one must keep an
eye on Ralph Malph-he's very competitive. He has been caught cheating at miniature golf. Plurality? Tolerance?
Potsy and Ralph Malph are full of plurality and tolerance. They have a surfeit of it. Why would Esposito insist on more plurality
and tolerance for Potsy and Ralph Malph and make little of no demands on Mohammed and Habib? Isn't it a two-way street? One
more bit of wisdom-or perhaps nonsense-from Esposito. He says people are always looking for a Martin Luther of Islam-someone
to lead an Islamic version of the Protestant Reformation. This is very interesting. During the Protestant Reformation, Christians
wasted an awful lot of their time killing other Christians. That was how they settled their differences. Who can forget The
Thirty Years War and the Counter Reformation? Well-maybe Esposito can. If Islam is undergoing
a reformation as Esposito insists, why are the Muslims killing Christians instead of Muslims? Why are they killing Jews instead
of Muslims? And Hindus? And animists? And Buddhists? And atheists? And agnostics? Have they got it backwards-or is someone
confusing conquest with reformation?
Kevin Barrett
U.M.-Madison promotes conspiracy theories! Hires Kevin ‘Grin-an' Barrett to preach
anti-Bush message!
Anybody who can spell existentialist must be smarter than Bill O'Reilly. A guy who can spend day after day in a shack
in the woods and doesn't have pinecones sticking in his hair and a beard down to his knees has got to be civilized-erudite
even. This rascal reads Kurt Vonnegut; he worked for Gary Hart; he would have been on Laugh In if Dick Martin had
known a first-rate standup comedian when he saw one. He knows more about Christianity than Jerry Falwell, more about Judaism
than the rascal who wrote The Protocols of the Elders of Zion; more about Buddhism than a Jihadist with a satchel
charge eyeing a giant Buddha; more about Hinduism than a van loaded with Hari Krishnas on the way to the Bhagwan's ranch in
Colorado. He could have told James Jones he was using the wrong flavor of Kool-Aid. Gosh, and he writes
poetry-not one-two, buckle my shoe poetry, but real honest-to-goodness poetry, the kind of stuff that Maynard G. Krebs would
have read; that would have brought tears to the eyes of Jack Keroauc. He's been a mystic, a philosopher, a Renaissance man
and a good caretaker. (That's a fancy word for janitor) He took care of a cabin in the woods for a Madison Wisconsin Muslim
organization called Khidria and never once was he cited by a Ranger for starting a major forest fire! He was so smart he became
a Muslim. That's what happens to an intellectual once he has learned everything worth learning. It's a curse! In
recognition of his incredible brilliance the University of Wisconsin at Madison gave him a teaching job. That's right. This
fall he will be freely expressing his opinions as facts in an introductory class on Islam. His name is Kevin Barrett and some
of his students may be forced to ‘Grin-an'-bear-it' in order to survive. He is a suspicious fellow. He sees conspiracies
everywhere. The dar al-Harb is full of them. Joe McCarthy had a list of 57 Communists working in the State Department. Barrett's
secret list of Nazis working for George W. Bush must top that by a least ten Obergrupenfuhrers. As any fool would know if
one totals up the number of verses in the Qur'an, the Sunnah, the hadiths and the various commentaries pertaining to 9/11
and divides by the estimated number of fleas in Osama bin Laden's beard, multiplied by the number of unrequited virgins in
Allah's Great Whorehouse in the Sky one can only come to the conclusion that it was George W. Bush and company that brought
down the World Trade Center on 9/11 and not that simpleminded dupe Mohammed Atta and his slack-jawed cretinous friends. One
can't argue with that kind of logic-and that's the kind of logic the students in Barrett's class will be up against. Not
unexpectedly, Barrett has come under attack by a number of state legislators-most but not all of them Republicans. They want
Barrett fired. Democrats say it is a free speech issue and they will defend it to the death, blah, blah and blah. Now if it
was David Duke...well, some speech is not as free as others. Pat Farrell, U.W.-Madison Provost, defended
Barrett. Barrett is a regular old Mr. Chips. "I still have every expectation this will be a very positive educational
experience for our students,' said Farrell. "Some are upset about Mr. Barrett's viewpoints on 9/11 and don't want to
pay much attention to what makes for a quality educational experience." If Farrell really meant that
he would have no objections to hiring a past-president of the John Birch Society to teach a class on McCarthyism-how Tail-Gunner
Joe had been correct in his assessment of Communist infiltration into the Roosevelt, Truman and Eisenhower administrations.
McCarthy had actually underestimated the number of fellow travelers serving in the US government but it scarcely matters now-there
are more Communists teaching at U.W.-Madison these days than there are in the Kremlin. There is a lot of hypocrisy in a quality
educational experience. The question is why would someone with Barrett's incredible intellectual gifts
espouse such an obviously ridiculous conspiracy theory? The late Eric Hoffer said it was intellectual hubris that led great
minds to radicalism and eventually to mass murder. Like Noam Chomsky, Norman Finklestein, Eric Hobsbawm and other intellectuals,
but not Cindy Sheehan and Michael Moore, Barrett knows more about everything that counts than just about anybody else and
he knows it. But nobody pays Barrett or Chomsky or Finklestein the mass deference their exceptional genius requires. They
are not allowed to run anything; a good plumber and a reliable mailman receive more deference and get more invitations to
parties where the hot babes are. And waitresses think they are cheap. This is humiliating! In other times
and other civilizations, intellectuals, like Hitler and Lenin and Mao, actually ran countries-big countries with marching
Armies and fireworks every evening, not itty-bitty university departments with AWOL secretaries and bad plumbing. American
intellectuals would like to try their hand at running a country. They would like to run America-Harry Truman ran America and
if Harry Truman could, anyone could, but the vox populi are unaware of the unparalleled genius of its intellectual class,
the good news being kept from then, and the political parties are run by crass opportunists who seem to think they know more
about what is good for the people than the intellectual elite. Isn't that silly? It's easy for intellectuals to hate those
kinds of countries. There aren't many of then. America is one. Intellectuals hate America. Chomsky hates America; Finklestein
hates America. Barrett has a second problem in addition to intellectual hubris-he knows too
much for his own good. He has supposedly penetrated to the depths of every religion know to man and some unknown. Maybe he
missed the Dukhobors. He knows Christianity inside out; he knows Zen; he is familiar with L. Ron Hubbard in a non-sexual way.
He knows Freud and Jonge and he's lived in the woods. Quite frankly, taken altogether it is not a healthy lifestyle. If he
had christened his shack in the pines Walden Pond instead of Zawiya (Islamic spiritual retreat) it might
have helped. Barrett is a very confused fellow. Christianity, existentialism, the Kennedy assassination, a religion of peace
and tolerance, and 9/11 would be enough to warp an ordinary mind, obliterate an exceptional one. It could explain why Barrett
became a Muslim and why he believes in silly conspiracies but it doesn't explain why he was hired. To give students a quality
educational experience is about as flimsy an excuse as ‘the dog ate my homework.' If anybody should be fired, it
should be Pat Farrell. That would give everybody a quality educational experience-including Farrell.
Kurt Vonnegut
SLAUGHTERHOUSE 9/11
If David Nason, New York correspondent for The Weekend Australian, had wanted to interview a philosopher he
would have picked somebody like Jed Clampett or Barney Miller. Jed was Clarence Darrow, Judge Roy Bean and Abe Lincoln all
rolled into one. Nothing ever fazed him-not double-naught spies, Ellie's critters, or Granny's tonic; he had an answer for
everything. Senator Zell Miller (D-GA) has patterned himself after Jed. Barney Miller was more like Erich Fromme with a little
Aristotle thrown in. He once said a good suit should last ten years. Anyone who could handle Wojo and Inspector Luger on a
daily basis would be more than a match for such pseudo-philosophers as Noam Chomsky or Robert Jensen. With their feet planted
firmly on the ground, Jed and Barney would never have praised or made excuses for suicide bombers. If Nason
had been looking for an old curmudgeon he couldn't have gone wrong with Andy Rooney. If he had wanted a radical leftwing firebrand
there was Michael Moore or Howard Dean. Unfortunately, what Nason got was Kurt Vonnegut, author of Slaughterhouse Five
and Breakfast of Champions. Nason was on assignment and Vonnegut was promoting his new book, Man Without a Country,
a collection of anti-Bush essays. Vonnegut is not a philosopher no matter what he might think. He
doesn't use words like Well, doggies and Jimcracky and he's probably never seen the insides of a cracker
barrel. He seems lost in a beatnik time-warp; coffeehouses, poetry, bongos, goatees, women in black leotards; Che and Fidel;
Jack Kerouac On the Road; Maynard G. Krebs standing watch over the Endicott Building; Edsels and Moa; students flirting
with Buddhism and Communism-not dirty or grungy enough to be a hippie, but older, nastier, no longer capable of understanding
America, and with his own mortality staring him in the face, unable to keep his mouth shut for any appreciable length of time;
the anger of a foolish old man, doddering on the brink of oblivion, unaware of the onset of senescence. Could
this be Kurt Vonnegut? Who else? It's not Jed Clampett; it's not Andy Rooney. Vonnegut never starts a sentence with Well,
doggies or Did you ever notice- So as not to disappoint anyone, Vonnegut discussed his world view with Nason.
"What George Bush and his gang did not realize was that people fight back," he said. Ah-hah! Bush has a gang! That
is not good. Al Capone had a gang; Wild Bill Doolan had a gang. Bad people have gangs. Ipso facto, Bush must be bad. This
is cracker barrel philosophy without the barrel.
Vonnegut had a lot
to say about suicide bombers. "I regard them as very brave people," he said. To die for what you believe is "sweet
and honorable." He rejected the idea that Islamo-fascists like Mohammed Atta and Hani Hanjour were motivated by
twisted religious beliefs. "I regard them as very brave people, yes." Brave? No, Kurt, you are
mistaken. Brave people do not commit suicide. Suicide is the opposite of bravery. Brave people take chances; they risk their
lives, sometimes against enormous odds, but it's to save people. They don't deliberately kill themselves hoping to take thousands
of innocent people with them; bravery is Audie Murphy charging a pillbox to save his buddies; bravery is John Q. Public diving
into a frozen river to save a drowning child. Brave people do not want to die; they want to live; they do what needs to be
done to save lives; that is what makes them brave. Fools, maniacs and those twisted and perverted by religious fascism want
to die. They don't save lives; they take lives. Truth and reason have no place in their warped world. They are not brave;
they are cowardly. Mohammed Atta, the result of 1,400 years of systematic brainwashing, did not commit an act of bravery by
crashing that plane into the World Trade Center-it was an insane and selfish act-he was on his way, one might say he was Hell
bent, to Allah's Great Whorehouse in the Sky. Seventy-two virgins can last one of Allah's slaves a long time. Vonnegut
said, "They are dying for their own self-respect. It's a terrible thing to deprive someone of their self-respect." What
did Vonnegut mean by that? Did he mean anything at all? Was his mind wandering? This is confusing. Self-respect? Was that
why Henry Clay fought a duel with John Randolph of Roanoke? Was that why Lt. Col. Jochen Peiper of the Waffen SS ordered the
execution of 72 American prisoners of war at Malmedy? Were Clay and Peiper trying to regain their self-respect? Had
they been dis-respected like, say-Rodney King? Was that what Lieutenant William Calley had in mind at My Lai? If
Rodney Dangerfield had come into the world without a religion would he have chosen Islam? So Mohammed Atta and Hani Hanjour killed thousands of innocent people because they were deprived of their self-respect? Is that why Ibrahim
Hooper of CAIR has never apologized or even made an excuse for their horrendous crime? Even the Wizard of Oz could not have
helped those disgusting thugs. One gains self-respect by doing the Lord's work, not the Devil's bidding-though in Islam the
demarcation line is slim indeed. Qur'an: 2:191: "And kill them wherever you find and catch them.
Drive them out from where they have turned you out (think Herr Adolph's lebensraum); for Al-Fitnah (polytheism, disbelief,
oppression) is worse than slaughter." Henry Clay missed; John Randolph was as slim as a blade
of grass. Peiper murdered enemy soldiers not civilians-nonetheless a horrible crime. Islamic suicide bombers make no distinction
between soldiers and civilians; they are far beyond Peiper. More Americans might have died at Malmedy had not a German Sergeant
ignored his lack of rank and prevented a German officer from killing yet more prisoners. Is there anyone in Islam that would
stop a suicide bomber? That's where self-respect begins. Jed Clampett knew that; Barney Miller knew that; Kurt Vonnegut doesn't.
Vonnegut compared the destruction of the World Trade Center to Truman's dropping of the atomic bomb on Japan. Nine-eleven
was more like Pearl Harbor, Kurt-a declaration of war on the West. Get it? Then Vonnegut got philosophical.
Could anything match a suicide bomber's last seconds on earth? The rush must be awesome! Fantastic! "You would know death
was going to be painless," he said. "So the anticipation-it must be an amazing high." Kerouac? Timothy Leary?
Jed Clampett had that same feeling every time he sampled Granny's tonic, but Jed always woke up alive the next morning.
Vonnegut is 83-years-old-and that might be part of the problem; but just to be safe, when
he's around, lock up the hemlock. He's not going to pull a Charles Bronson, but he might think he's Socrates.
Dr. Naim Ateek
The suicide bomber's best friend-The Rev. Dr. Naim Ateek-Anglican dhimmi in charge of mass surrender
He's not Gandhi; he's not Martin Luther King. He would look silly in a diaper or on a bed of nails or in Mission in
the Bowery. No one would mistake him for the late Pope John Paul. As far as anyone knows he is not an associate of Jesse Jackson
or Al Sharpton-good points. He has never fasted ‘unto death;' he has never made an ‘I have a dream' speech though
he does dream-or maybe hallucinate is a better word to describe what he does. He is not a Parson Brownlow (a Unionist from
East Tennessee during the American Civil War); he is not a Father Mulcahy (M.A.S.H.) He is an anti-Zionist-that's what anti-Semites
call themselves these days-and he will do anything he can to help achieve peace in the Middle East, including, if necessary,
the destruction of Israel. He in Naim Ateek, director of the Sabeel Ecumenical Liberation Theology Center; Ph. D. San Francisco
Theological Seminary; former canon of St. George's Cathedral, Jerusalem. He's a great example of why religion should be left
to laymen and not to theologians. The Episcopal Church of the United States (ECUSA), apparently not having
embarrassed itself enough over the last fifty years with one senseless surrender to modernity after another, will present
its prestigious Peace and Justice award to Ateek in the near future. It will look good in the old trophy case along side the
cross and the crescent. Ateek is not an amateur in the peace-mongering business. He was honored a while back by the Episcopal
Peace Fellowship for his reconciliation work in the Middle East. Blessed are the peacemakers. (Grant and Sherman
were peacemakers and so were Patton and Eisenhower but ECUSA does not recognize such efforts) "So
long as we are blessed by Christ, we fear nothing,' says Ateek. A fine source of comfort when getting on an Israeli bus five
seconds before a suicide bomber or when stepping into a pizza parlor for a cheese and anchovies and getting broken glass and
ball bearings instead. Maybe one has to be an Anglican. Ateek is an Arab, a Christian, a Palestinian and
a citizen of Israel. That's an awful lot for one man. It could be confusing and it there is anything Ateek is, it's confused.
He could also be called a turncoat and an ingrate. But mostly, he is a liberation theologian; he has never met a terrorist
he hasn't liked. This is Ateek on Suicide Bombing from a Palestinian perspective: "These
young people were not born 'terrorists.' No one is born a terrorist. They were born in the image and likeness of God. They
were born human beings with love of life and freedom. All of them, with no exception, were born under the Israeli military
occupation. The only Jews they knew were Israeli soldiers carrying guns and dehumanizing them. It was in the crucible of the
occupation that they were shaped and formed. And if Israel labels them as terrorists, they are, after all the products of
its own making." Ateek errs. These young people were not born in the image and likeness of Allah-for
a Muslim to say so would be heresy. Allah is unknowable; Allah is unapproachable. Ateek has cross-pollinated his religions-a
mega-mistake for a theologian. There is no love of life and freedom in Islam. Life is a grinding misery;
freedom does not exist in the Muslim world. Islam means submission; the reward comes later-the 200 acres of swampland in Florida. The
Palestinians were not driven out of Israel; they fled at the urgings of the Arab countries. They have received hundreds of
millions of dollars-if not billions-from the Saudis and the spineless Western European democracies. If they were dehumanized
by anybody, it was by Yasser Arafat, Fatah, Hamas and the al-Aqsa Martyrs Brigade. They are not the product of Israel; they
are a product of Islam. Ateek recommends divestment as the way to bring Israel to its knees. He has accused
the Jews of murdering Christ. He has compared Israel's treatment of the Palestinians to the Crucifixion of Christ. It's a
nice image for a creative writing class but as religion it is closer to blasphemy than to the Sermon on the Mount. And this
guy is a what-an Episcopalian? It there was one church George Costanza would never have joined-not for Marisa Tome, not for
Britney Spears, not to keep his mother out of Hell-it would have been the Anglican. ECUSA is on its way
to a theological disaster. If they think they can survive in the 21st Century by surrendering to the primal Islamic
world of the 6th Century; by making grand concessions to the Imams and Mad Mullahs, they are mistaken.
They will be the first to be ‘et by the theological dinosaur and Mohammed will pick his teeth with their bones. They
should stick to ordaining women and gays as priest and leave men's work to men.
"A Common Word for the Common Good" ignores the not so Uncommon Bad in Islam
How did this guy get to be an Archbishop? Sure, he's got a beard and he looks religious but so does Muqtada al-Sadr.
He knows how to spell ecumenical and a lot of other words people just as religious as he is and a lot less political don't
give a damn about-people who believe in God and let it go at that. He is Rowan Williams, Archbishop of Canterbury, and therein
the tale lies. Williams writes poetry, nothing on the order of The Wreck of the Hesperus or Casey
at the Bat or There was once a lady from Worcester, but he gets published. What he needs to make it big is a
letter to the Thessalonians. A Common Word for the Common Good just won't do. Williams has an
opinion on everything. He calls teaching creationism in school a ‘category mistake.' Allowing God to compete with Darwin
does not enhance the Doctrine of Creation; it reduces it he says. He prefers the church to be ‘welcoming' rather than
‘inclusive.' Is that too subtle? Freemasonry may be incompatible with Christianity. That is interesting but boring.
He opposes almost everything the United States has ever done and many things he imagines it may have done and may do in the
future. And he is not afraid of Sharia. He is either a very brave man or an inconsequential fool. "Certain provisions
of Sharia are already recognized in our society and under our law," he has said. With Anglican Bishops
from all over the world gathering in the UK to determine the fate of Anglicanism for the next hundred years, Williams sent
a conciliatory letter to Islamic leaders calling for an alliance between the two faiths for the common good. The common good-was
that a ‘category mistake?' It's best not to be too inclusive right off the bat. An angel would have wanted to know what
the jizya would be before meeting with these folks. But with the bit in his mouth, Williams could not be restrained. "Christian
Doctrine is offensive to Muslims," he said. It's too bad he wasn't on the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson. Ed McMahon could have asked, "What Christian Doctrine it that, Rowan?" And Rowan would have said it was
the Christian belief in the Trinity-the Father, Son and Holy Ghost that "is difficult, sometimes offensive to Muslims."
"How offensive is that, Rowan?" McMahon would have chuckled. Yes, how offensive
is that? But Carson is dead and Williams is pursuing the common good to the exclusion of all else. One must go to the Muslim
Holy Book for the answer. How about it, Ed? Sure, as long as it doesn't get in the way of the commercial. Qur'an
5:73 "They are surely disbelievers who blaspheme and say: God is one of three in the Trinity for there is no Ilah (God),
except One, Allah. If they desist not from saying this (blasphemy), verily a grievous penalty will befall them-the disbelievers
will suffer a painful doom." Blasphemy! Grievous penalty! It would seem Islam was greatly offended. It
is not nice to offend people. Hitler was offended by International Jewry...Stalin was offended by the kulaks...Mao was offended
by 30 million Chinese...Mohammed was offended by the Banu Quraza. They became as angry as bears. They threatened everybody
with a painful doom. But we are just as bad insists Williams. "Christianity has been promoted at the point of the sword
and legally supported by extreme sanctions," he says. So Richard the Lion-Heart got carried away back
in the 10th Century! Won't they ever forgive him? But he's been dead for ages and in the years since his heirs
have saved billions of people from disease and starvation. Doesn't that count for anything? Not if you are Rowan Williams.
The sins of the father are visited upon his children. But what of Islam-the other partner in the common good? Dateline
Islamabad: District Judge Mian Muhammad Naeem recently ruled that two Christian sisters, Saba, 13, and Anila, 10, kidnapped
last June while visiting friends in Chowk Munda in the province of Punjab, had converted to Islam in a legitimate manner and
could not be returned to their family of origin. The judge also ruled their marriages to their kidnappers were legal. It is
difficult to see any ‘common good' in this. Nor is this an isolated incident. Christian children are frequently kidnapped
by Muslims and forcibly converted to Islam. In Arhus, Denmark, Arab and Somali immigrants have finally
driven the Greenlanders-people of Inuit extraction-out of their homes in Gjellerup after years of harassment, intimidation,
violence and threats of violence. This has been replicated in Kosovo where Muslims have been systematically driving Christians
from their homes and destroying their churches. In Brussels, Belgium, police took seventeen women from
a luxury hotel on allegations an Arab Royal Family was using them as slaves. The women were ‘servants' of the widow
of a senior royal figure from the Untied Arab Emirates who was renting an entire floor. Their passports had been taken away
from them upon arrival in Belgium and they had not been allowed to leave the hotel. The woman that did Jeff Davis's laundry
had more options. Slavery has always been a part of Islam. Thousands of Christian and animist children
have been sold into servitude by the Muslim government of Sudan, a country that continues to thumb its nose at the United
Nations while engaged in a genocidal campaign against its own black Muslim population. Honor killing and
female genital circumcision have become part of Islam. It is not a woman's world. In European countries with even modest increases
in Muslim immigration, rape statistics have been doubled and tripled because of assaults by Muslim youths on Christian girls.
Jack the Ripper would not feel alone. Darth Vader would shake his head in wonder and decide to bypass this dark and scary
planet. In the News column at http://www.thereligionofpeace.com/ appeared the following snippets: Hindu Child Beaten by Muslim Mob over Qur'an incident; Iran to Hang Woman for Alleged
crime at Age 13; Qaddafi's Son Jailed in Switzerland for Beating Maids. Qaddafi's Son! It is nurture or Islam? Muslims
have committed 11.468 terrorist acts since 9/11. In Henrietta, New York, Waheed Allah Mohammad took it
upon himself to kill his younger sister, Fauzia, because she had become a "bad Muslim girl." She was going
to clubs, dressing immodestly and was planning to move to New York. So he stabbed her, Fortunately, she survived and Waheed
has been charged with attempted murder. The Saints be preserved! Why is it so few Muslim men reach adulthood in their
relations with women and non-Muslims? Williams titled his Opus A Common Word for the Common Good.
No doubt, Williams is a well-meaning man-so was Neville Chamberlain. By a faint stretch of the imagination one could have
supposed there was a common good between Hitler and International Jewry. Then comes the Holocaust. What is important is not
the Common Good in Islam but the Uncommon Bad and as long as the vast majority of 1.3 billion Muslims do little or nothing
to eradicate it no Common Good will be attained between them and the dhimmis except surrender on the part of the latter. So
how much jizya do you think will be equitable, Mr. Archbishop?
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Brain For Brain--A Perfect Match

The ghost of Daniel Patrick Moynahan shook his head sadly. “You heard his speech, Doctor
Frankenstein,” he said. “Isn’t there something you can do for him? The
Doctor didn’t answer immediately and Moynahan waited patiently, brushing the cobwebs away from the side of his face.
After what seemed an eternity but was actually only five or six minutes, Doctor Frankenstein leaned across his desk, his angular
face shrouded in the shadows cast by a solitary flickering candle. Yes—he had heard the speech…a sad speech…a
bad speech…a really terribly horribly bad speech…one of many from the same source. But this was politics. And
the doctor did not like politics. Who knew when a castle might explode or when a dam might burst or when a bolt of lightning
might shrive the wrong skull? A scalpel might slip... The thought of Pat Buchanan and his hoi polloi
chasing him across a petrified, moon-drenched noir-landscape with pine torches and pitchforks and scythes was, to say the
least, innervating—exciting, but innervating.
The ghost cleared his throat. “He said the Republican Party was pretty much a white Christian
party; he said Tom DeLay should be in jail; he said Republicans never made an honest living in their lives…No matter
how true that might be he should never have said it.” Frankenstein sighed. “Couldn’t
Bill Frist take care of this?” he asked. “He’s a doctor.” “Senator
Frist is a heart and lung man,” explained the ghost. “Only you have the necessary expertise for something of this
magnitude; only you know how to connect the electrodes; only you know where to go in Pennsylvania to get the precious metal
that makes the electrodes combastasize.” “That’s Transylvania,”
corrected Frankenstein. “You must save the Democratic Party, Doctor Frankenstein,”
begged the ghost. “You must save it from extinction; you must save it from itself; you must save the two-party system.” “I’m afraid you are expecting too much,” said Frankenstein. Clasping his
hands in front of his face, he peered over the tips of his fingers at the ghost of Daniel Patrick Moynahan. He had no choice
but to drive a hard bargain. “Will you see to it that my electricity is turned on and that my subscription
to Junior Science Quarterly is renewed?” “Consider it done,”
promised Moynahan, “Then it is agreed,” said Frankenstein. The Senator, always a courtly man, bowed and left, dragging a train of cobwebs behind him. For several minutes the good doctor sat starring at the flickering candle. Combastasize? Was that what
they called it? He hadn’t known. He would have to write that down somewhere…Perhaps things would turn out better
this time. It would be nice to get back into the old routine. Crocheting doilies for lawn chairs, no matter how exhilarating,
was no substitute for sewing stitches in a human skull. And he had all those electrodes lying around doing nothing…time
to do some… combastasizing. It would mean a ridiculously high electricity bill and he had no way of paying
it, but maybe everything would end in the usual explosion and he would be relieved of that worry. He walked to the door, brushed aside the cobwebs, flung it open. “Ygor!” he called. “Right here, master,” croaked the hunchback. As usual, Ygor was standing behind
the good doctor. “Ygor,” announced Frankenstein, “I’m going
to need a brain. See if you can procure a specimen of said item that will be a match for the cranial capacity of the man in
this picture.” Ygor studied the photo. “I know this man!” he said.
“He plays cards every Tuesday with Jimmy Hoffa.” Frankenstein sighed. Good
help was hard to get it this line of business. He must call the Howard-Fine-Howard Employment Agency first thing in the morning.
But back to business…“No, Ygor,” he said patiently. “This man does not play cards with Jimmy Hoffa.
This man has never played cards with Jimmy Hoffa. This man is Howard Dean. He plays cards with Michael Moore…Now I
want you to get a brain that will be compatible with his, by that I mean one that will fit in his skull. And I want a good
brain. Do not bring me something that was hanging from a gibbet—understand? “Oh,
I will bring you a good brain,” promised Ygor. “You will see. And it will be a perfect fit…yes, a perfect
fit.”
“And don’t go
to Iraq,” warned Frankenstein. “You will find numerous good unused brains right here in Washington, DC.” But Ygor was already gone. Frankenstein sighed. Now, let’s
see—what comes next? It had been so long…so very, very long. Ah, yes—he would need Mr. Dean. No sense in
sending Ygor for a brain if he had no place to put it. He looked at the picture in his hand—Howard Dean. Ah, yes, he
reached for the phone. “Get me the Asp,” he said. In seconds the Asp was
on the line. “Hello, dear Asp,” said the good doctor. “ Frankenstein
here. Sorry to hear about Daddy Warbucks. How is Punjab taking it…I see—It was a shock here too. But I suppose
Annie is old enough to take care of herself. She has all those new friends. How is Mr. Hefner doing? Wouldn’t want anything
to happen to him…I see. Look—I got a job for you and Punjab…That’s right—for you and Punjab.
I would send Ygor but he’s out looking for a brain and he hasn’t been quite right since that last hanging. There
are times when he thinks he’s Marty Feldman…Now, listen, I want you and Punjab to penetrate the Democratic Party
Mausoleum in Washington, DC, and seize for me an individual named Howard Dean and bring him to the mountain scholss…What’s
that? You know Howard Dean? He plays cards every Tuesday with Jimmy Hoffa? You must be mistaken. Jimmy Hoffa is dead…what’s
that? You will bring Hoffa too? No, no, I don’t want Hoffa! Don’t you dare bring him to the scholss! I only want
Howard Dean! You bring Dean here and we’ll work something out…Okay?” The doctor hung up. Oh, for the good old days. How simple things had been, just him and the hunchback, no AMA
to ask embarrassing questions, no meteorologists to consult about weather conditions, no expensive malpractice insurances
to purchase…and the price of surgical thread these days was mind-boggling. Ah…but he must get the laboratory
ready.
And there in the mountain schloss, amidst the roar of a thousand bowling balls charging across
a leaden sky, pierced by jagged streaks of lightning and showers of cosmic sparks, surrounded by fin de siecle telemetry and
oscillators and Bunsen burners, the deed was done. Doctor Frankenstein wiped the sweat
from his brow. It had been touch and go for a minute; but, at last, Howard Dean had a new brain. He glanced at the hunchback.
“You did good, Ygor,” he said. “You did good. Now, let us wake the patient and see if he curses the President.”
Yes, it was time for the acid test. Ygor was ready. He rolled the giant-sized campaign
poster of George W. Bush to the side of the operating table. Howard Dean opened his eyes,
looked slowly from side to side. Then he saw the giant poster of the President. “What’s that Nazi doing in here?”
he screeched. Doctor Frankenstein was stunned. “Vas iss loss?” he
cried. “He’s still Howard Dean? How can that be? He has a new brain!” “What
are you talking about, you stupid Republican quack?’ growled the man on the operating table. “I’m not Howard
Dean. Do I look like Howard Dean? I’m Dennis Kucinich…Hey, are you a registered voter? Are you in favor of the
Woolsey Amendment? You want to trade votes? Know any hot young babes? Single, preferably…Say no to new oil refineries;
say no to oil drilling in the Great Lakes; say no to oil drilling in Alaska…Do you know the words to God Bless
America? How about Yankee Doodle Dandy? Care to join me in a few patriotic arias? GOD BLESS AMERICA…And
they say I’m not patriotic…Hey, I thought I told you to get that Nazi out of here?” “And he never shuts up either,” said the Asp. “He was
the original model for the Chatty Kathy doll, sahib,” rumbled Punjab. “Dennis
Kucinich…Dennis Kucinich…” mumbled an unbelieving Frankenstein. He glared at Ygor. “This is another
fine mess you’ve gotten me into!” “But it’s a perfect match,
master,” whined Ygor. “You said you wanted a perfect match and I got you a perfect match.” Frankenstein sighed morosely. “This means Dennis Kucinich is out there somewhere wandering around without
a brain in his head.” “It could have been worse, Doctor; it could have been
somebody else,” said the Asp. “At least with Kucinich it will be months before anybody realizes his brain is missing.”
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