Independence

Some people are upset with the following post. It seems ot be negative and pointless on a day we all need to look up to the greatness of America, to celebrate our nation while most of the world's people condemn us.

I'd hoped that in the post below I would show that we are greater than all other nations because we are free to be people as individuals, independent of all but our own choices to be as we will. I consider that to be the greatest freedom of all, the freedom of will to be, whether for good or ill. Below I try to celebrate our freedom in the harsh light of our lives as they are. I do not try to paint our lives as pretty if they aren't. I show the negative side of one small town and hope that in doing so one will see the greatness of it in its struggle to rise above and keep on to find the better. We can try, whereas almost no one else on Earth can, and in that choice we are blessed.

My little town, populated by the dead and the dying, is a town of men and women who live lives of their own making, and in that they are blessed with a freedom to choose what few others can. That, friend, is our greatness. America is not perfect. America is what we make of it in a harsh world, and we are free to live as we will. When we live rightly we are supreme. And when we fail we do so by our own free choice. Below, in spite of the harshness, I celebrate our independence. Without the right to do evil we are nothing. And we are independent.

Friend, do you know how blessed you are?
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I stopped in my home town a few years ago, stayed a few days with a girl I picked up on the road, and while we were there I showed her around the town.

This is my friend ....'s old home. He was a goofy kid, got hooked on heroin, robbed a gas station, went to prison for two years, got out and died the next night at our friend's house. Larry'd been off the heroin so long he wasn't ready for it, and he over-dosed the first time he shot up.

Over here at the lake I lost four buddies on highschool graduation night, four losers who didn't graduate. They were drunk for about the first times in their lives, they being drug users not used to drinking. They got drunk and went into the lake and drowned. One, sitting trapped in the back seat, drowning, gripped a beer can so tightly the top broke off.

Over here at the motel one of our friends was trying to shoot up methadrine using a turkey baster with a tire pump needle, filling it from a soup ladle. He was one of the idiots who'd been in the truck on the hill with the cross street running running through the middle. The lot of them had stopped and I got in the back while they idled at the hilltop, shot up, and let out the clutch, hoping to level off half way and then descend again for a second rush. They all passed out and the truck hit a tree. At the motel they were all doping like fiends, not even noticing that a girl had died on the floor. That's our cabin there, next door.

And on the road right about here my pal passed out after getting drunk and he killed a woman and her kids as they were walking down the road. The police woke him up and gave him the bad news.

X was taking dope and it pissed off his mother that he kept stealing her stuff, so she got in her car and tried to run him over on the front lawn, and he got pissed off and shot her in the head with a shot gun.

And over here this kid was roller skating and another kid grabbed his arm and spun him, not really meaning to send him through a glass door. The kid who died had already been kicked in the balls so hard he'd had to be castrated.

That girl got pregnant when she was eleven, grade six.

My mom died there, all bones and colostomy bags filling up with dripping stuff.
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I don't go home very often.

I don't go home, not because I cry in front of a girl I met on the road as I give her the tour of the town: I don't go home because I'm still curious about the whole world, and I can't be at home and elsewhere too. For all the bad things I recall there are more that were wonderful, things that make me happy to be alive. Yeah. I wonder; therefore I wander. Often I'm gone from my home town for a decade or more. I'll probably die some place far away. That'll be the end of that.

I don't get home very often, but America never leaves me. I remember nearly every day of my life as if I were watching a movie. When I die America will carry on just fine without me. Yeah, the bad stuff, the good stuff, what do you do?

It's the Fourth of July, and today I have to work on something I'd avoid forever if I could. Such is life. I'll cope. America will do what it does, and America will cope. I put on some music and I sing along with some fine gusto to an upbeat-tempoed tune, jazzy and swingin'.

In my little town
I grew up believing
God keeps his eye on us all
And he used to lean upon me
As I pledged allegiance to the wall
Lord I recall my little town
Coming home after school
Riding my bike past the gates of the factories
My mom doing the laundry
Hanging out shirts in the dirty breeze
And after it rains there's a rainbow
And all of the colors are black
It's not that the colors aren't there
It's just imagination they lack
Everything's the same back in my little town

In my little town I never meant nothing
I was just my father's son
Saving my money
Dreamin of glory
Twitching like a finger on a trigger of a gun

Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
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Down there at the bottom of the lake in the toolies, that's where my dad caught a bass so big that I chained it through the gills and hiked up the cliff to the road where I hung the fish on a post and pointed at it every time a car drove past till eventually the fish stank so bad I had to bury it.

I remember.

I remember the Fourth of July when the fireworks on the lake were so incredible that there has never again been anything like it, and the guys on the barge who blew up with it, they were shot through with sand from the lake bottom.

And the girl who was beaten to death while we stood looking from behind a rock on the shore, not even caring any longer at all about the crawdads getting away. And the horror, and the horror, and the horror? No, that's not it. That's life. It's hard and it ends.

I remember America. I don't remember being happy at all. Life was often very hard. Many, many people were murdered, more died young by violence, and more still were destroyed by life itself.

The horror? Yes, there was lots of it. I remember it. None of that makes any difference, really. It's not my life that determines the good of my nation. I remember my flag and my country, and regardless of my personal life I remember my nation as it is in itself. My town was good in spite of the personal things bad. My home was a good home in spite of the life I lived in it. It's nothing to do with me, not to do with my personal experiences. America? It's the Fourth of July, and nothing for good or for bad can change it. My life is not that important to anything, and not to America at all. I live the life of a man independent. I grew up, I went, I live.

I don't know if I've been clear here. I don't have anything to add. If it's muddled you'll have to make of it what you will, if anything. It's very late, and I'm going home to lay in bed where I'll close my eyes in the darkness, and there I will remember again, not my life but the life of my nation.

Stupid-Muslim-of-the-Day Story

MULTAN, Pakistan (Reuters) - Fateh Mohammad, a prison inmate in Pakistan, says he woke up last weekend with a glass lightbulb in his anus.

Wednesday night, doctors brought Mohammad's misery to an end after a one-and-a-half hour operation to remove the object.

"Thanks Allah, now I feel comfort. Today, I had my breakfast. I was just drinking water, nothing else," Mohammad, a grey-beared man in his mid-40s, told Reuters from a hospital bed in the southern central city of Multan.

"We had to take it out intact," said Dr. Farrukh Aftab at Nishtar Hospital. "Had it been broken inside, it would be a very very complicated situation."

Mohammad, who is serving a four-year sentence for making liquor, prohibited for Muslims, said he was shocked when he was first told the cause of his discomfort. He swears he didn't know the bulb was there.

"When I woke up I felt a pain in my lower abdomen, but later in hospital, they told me this," Mohammad said.

"I don't know who did this to me. Police or other prisoners."

The doctor treating Mohammad said he'd never encountered anything like it before, and doubted the felon's story that someone had drugged him and inserted the bulb while he was comatose.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060629/od_nm/pakistan_bulb_dc_1
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Canada Day

Today is Canada Day, a celebration of the nation. There will be no fireworks bursting across the night sky. It is environmentally harmful. There is a danger of damage to property. There is the noise to consider. There is the problem of how to control the crowds who might gather on the beaches to watch the works. Flags, those are for the Americans. This is a day to celebrate the contributions of all peoples to the mosaic that is the cultural inheritance of this nation. Canada is a celebration of something, what I'm unsure of.

So, I'll take this day to celebrate William Faulkner. In WWI he joined the Royal Air Force in Canada. He was likely no more a Canadian patriot than other Americans who joined the RAF during the war. But Faulkner did join. He didn't flee his own, he went to those who would take him so he could do his part in the great struggle against the rising menace of German aggression in the world. As one young man he made a private decision and acted alone. He acted universally. He was in that sense all men acting for the good.

Today we do not have armies to join to fight against the evil in the world. We write. There will be no grand prizes and high speeches for us at the end of our day, but we will write the truth for the good, and there we will find there is no greater blessing than to have been alive for this effort. We don't flee our own but go where we can. Today we fly through the war in the aether.

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1918: Accepted by the Canadian Royal Air Force as cadet; reports to Recruits' Depot, Toronto, on July 9 and enters active service the next day

Posted to Cadet Wing in Long Branch on July 26, then to School of Military Aeronautics, Toronto, on Sept. 20

Discharged from RAF in December and returns to Oxford

http://www.mcsr.olemiss.edu/~egjbp/faulkner/chronology.html
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When Faulkner delivered his Nobel Prize speech, no one could understand what he said — he stood too far from the microphone, and his Southern accent and rapid delivery made it even more difficult to understand what he was saying. But when they discovered what he said the next morning, the impact was tremendous. For years afterward, according to one scholar, Faulkner's speech would be recalled as the best speech ever given at a Nobel dinner. ****

I feel that this award was not made to me as a man, but to my work — a life's work in the agony and sweat of the human spirit, not for glory and least of all for profit, but to create out of the materials of the human spirit something which did not exist before. So this award is only mine in trust. It will not be difficult to find a dedication for the money part of it commensurate with the purpose and significance of its origin. But I would like to do the same with the acclaim too, by using this moment as a pinnacle from which I might be listened to by the young men and women already dedicated to the same anguish and travail, among whom is already that one who will some day stand here where I am standing.

Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only the question: When will I be blown up? Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat.

He must learn them again. He must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid; and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the old universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed — love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice. Until he does so, he labors under a curse. He writes not of love but of lust, of defeats in which nobody loses anything of value, of victories without hope and, worst of all, without pity or compassion. His griefs grieve on no universal bones, leaving no scars. He writes not of the heart but of the glands.

Until he relearns these things, he will write as though he stood among and watched the end of man. I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet's, the writer's, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.
http://www.mcsr.olemiss.edu/~egjbp/faulkner/chronology.html
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This Canada Day I celebrate William Faulkner. I celebrate the spirit of Man struggling against fear and darkness. The light bursting through the darkness and the the rocket's red glares, I celebrate bloggers. They are, each and all, from here and there, Canada today.

A Call For Clear Thinking

In the essay below, Hirsi Ali asks people to think for themselves. What are the chances of success? People do not think for themselves if they are ideologues. Ideologues cannot think for themselves. That is why they are ideologues: they do not want to think for themselves; they want the comfort of having someone else thinking for them, deciding for them, telling them what to think. Today's ideologues, the dregs of the intellectual world, are the Left. They follow the same tired and stupid formulae to the extremes of stupidity that the logic of Irrationality lead them too. I give up on the Left. I think they are worthless and irredeemable. The leaders of the Left are not good people with some bad ideas or utopian dreams that don't really work in the world: they are evil people who should be, and one hopes will be, hanged as war criminals. Those who do not think clearly are not forgiven for their follies if their follies are criminal. Stupidity and ignorance and good intentions and fine feelings are not any legitimate excuse for criminality and murder.

This is a small part of Hirsi Ali's essay:
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There is an alternative to Islam's example
In her essay A Call For Clear Thinking, Ayaan Hirsi Ali urges her fellow Muslims to reject fundamentalism and to embrace the open society

THE CAGED VIRGIN
by Ayaan Hirsi Ali

Ayaan Hirsi Ali has become a widely admired and controversial political figure because of her attempts to free women from an oppressive Muslim culture. She survived years of death threats and furious denouncements after moving to the Netherlands, where she was elected an MP. Labelled an infidel, she has had to have permanent protection since 2002, when she described the Prophet Muhammad as a tyrant and pervert and Islam as a backward religion. She was threatened with deportation by the Dutch authorities after a dispute over her asylum application, and announced her intention of living in America.

Her bestselling collection of essays, The Caged Virgin, brings together some of her most passionate and compelling writing on a wide range of issues concerning Islam. Drawing on her own first-hand experience and cultural background, she assesses the role of women in Islam both in practice and in theory; the rights of the individual; fanaticism; and Western policies towards immigrant communities.

AFTER THE CARNAGE OF THE terrorist bombings in London on July 7, 2005, Tony Blair defined the situation as a battle of ideas. "Our values will long outlast theirs," he said, to the silent acquiescence of the world leaders who stood alongside him. "Whatever (the terrorists) do, it is our determination that they will never succeed in destroying what we hold dear in this country and in other civilised nations throughout the world."

By defining this as a battle of values, Blair raised the question: which values are at stake? Those who love freedom know that the open society relies on a few key shared concepts. They believe that all humans are born free, are endowed with reason and have inalienable rights. These governments are checked by the rule of law, so that civil liberties are protected. They ensure freedom of conscience and freedom of expression, and ensure that men and women, homosexuals and heterosexuals, are entitled to equal treatment and protection under the law. And these governments have free-trade practices and an open market, and people may spend their recreational time as they wish.

The terrorists, and the Sharia-based societies to which they aspire, have an entirely different philosophical point of view. Societies that espouse the following of Sharia law, which is a code derived from a literalist reading of the Koran, are fundamentalist Islamists. They believe that people are born to serve Allah through a series of obligations that are prescribed in an ancient body of writings. These edicts vary from rituals of birth and funeral rites to the most intimate details of human life; they descend to the point of absurdity in matters such as how to blow your nose and with what foot to step into a bathroom. Humans in this philosophy must kill those among them who leave their faith, and are required to be hostile to people of other religions and ways of life. In their hostility, they are even sanctioned in the murder of innocent people. The edicts make no distinction between civilians and the military — anyone who does not share this faith is an infidel and can be marked for murder.

In this Sharia society women are subordinate to men. They must be confined to their houses, beaten if found disobedient, forced into marriage and hidden behind the veil. The hands of thieves are cut off and capital punishment is performed on crowded public squares in front of cheering crowds. The terrorists seek to impose this way of life not only in Islamic countries, but, as Blair said, on Western societies too.

The central figure in this struggle is not bin Laden, or Khomeini, or Hassan al-Banna, the founder of the Muslim Brotherhood, or Sayyid Qutb (the Egyptian schools' inspector whose ideas fed the minds of those who flew the planes on 9/11), but Muhammad. A pre-medieval figure to whom these four men — along with all faithful Muslims in our modern world — look for guidance, Muhammad and his teachings offer a fundamental challenge to the West. Faithful Muslims — all faithful Muslims — believe that they must emulate this man, in principle and practical matters, under all circumstances. And so, before we embark on a battle of ideas, we will need to take a look at this figure, and his presence in the daily lives and homes of faithful Muslims today.

On reading the Koran and the traditional writings, it is apparent that Muhammad's life not only provides rules for the daily lives of Muslims, it also demonstrates the means by which his values can be imposed. Yet remnants from some of the earliest Korans in existence, dating from the 7th and 8th centuries, show small aberrations from the text that is now considered the standard Koran. Nonetheless, just as some fundamentalist Christians cannot understand that the Bible went through numerous changes, interpretations, and translations before it became the contemporary text now widely used, and consider it inerrant, many fundamentalist Muslims consider the Koran a perfect, timeless representation of the unchanging word of God.

To spread his visions and teachings, which he believed to be from God, and to consolidate his secular power, Muhammad built the House of Islam using military tactics that included mass killing, torture, targeted assassination, lying and the indiscriminate destruction of productive goods. This may be embarrassing, and even painful, for moderate Muslims to admit and to consider, but it is historical fact. And a close look at the propaganda produced by the terrorists reveals constant quotation of Muhammad's deeds and edicts to justify their actions and to call on other Muslims to support their cause.

In their thinking about radical Muslim terrorism most politicians, journalists, intellectuals, and other commentators have avoided the core issue of the debate, which is Muhammad's example. In order to win the hearts and minds of those millions of undecided Muslims, it is crucial to engage them in a process of clear thinking on how to evaluate the moral guidance of the man whose compass they follow. The advantage of this rational process is that it provides an alternative to the utopia as well as the hell promised by the terrorists. Indeed, the threat of Hell is the single most effective menace that the fundamentalists hold over the heads of young men and women in order to indoctrinate and intimidate them into violent action. Yet the literal translation of utopia is "not (a) place", from the Greek "ou", meaning not, or no, plus topos, meaning place. The dictionary defines a utopia as "an imaginary and indefinitely remote place". The true alternative to such an impossible place is the open society, democracy, which has already been empirically proven to work. The open society gives Muslims, as it gives Christians and Jews, the opportunity to liberate themselves from the ever-present menace of Hell. The extremists tell the young people that they must defend their faith, avenge insults against Muhammad and the holy word of God, the Koran. What is it exactly that they think they are defending? A call for clear thought on this important question should not be offensive, or hurtful, to Muslims. And yet many people in the West flinch from doing so. The communis opinio seems to hold that questioning or criticising a holy figure is not polite behaviour, somehow not done. This movement for cultural relativism within Western society betrays the basic values on which our open society is constructed. As thinking human beings, we should never censor our analytic thoughts; we should never censor our reason.

More: http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,923-2249434,00.html
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Whether we think or not, we are responsible for our own lives and our actions therein. The Left, of course, denies that, assigning activities of the mind to environment and conditioning. That kind of dehumanisation suits them just fine in order that they may manage the people in some gnostic ritual of their version of a higher understanding. The Philosopher Kings will do your thinking for you, you not being able on your own, being in a state of false consciousness in a capitalist system, and so on. Probably most people are simply too busy to think things through based on sufficient fact gathering. But our intuitions and our common life experiences tell us the Left is psychotic and evil. Those who still subscribe to the Left fascism and promote murder are still responsible, regardless of their ideological template mouthings.

If you think clearly and think for yourself, then say so out loud in public. Most people will agree with you, you'll find. And those who don't are probably stupid or evil or maybe just too dunned with Left dhimmitude to know any better. But most people will tell you that murder is wrong. Talk to those people. Invite them out for conversation and coffee at your local library on Thursday evening. People rely on you to make their lives open up. They wait for you. The world of thinking people needs you.
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Blog Readers Breakdown

The post below is so true of our blogs that I felt I should post it here to show the clear evidence that we are indeed immensely popular after all.

Thanks to http://age-of-treason.blogspot.com/
(Smart, writes well, fun to read.)
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Pearls Before Swine hits a nerve. Very funny. In fact this blog has thousands of readers. Here's a breakdown:

27% - Leftists too apoplectic to post.
22% - Jihadis too busy planning next attack.
15% - Illegal aliens afraid posting will alert INS.
12% - Severe lexdysia.
10% - No internet connection.
7% - No computer.
4% - Illiterate.
2% - Deaf-mute.

And 1% who just don't care.
posted by Tanstaafl at 6/20/2006 08:43:00 AM
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Murdered for being alive.

Eliyahu Asheri.


Yitro Asheri: "Pray! Pray - because you are righteous and G-d desires your prayers."
http://www.israelnn.com/news.php3?id=106259
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Thursday Meeting at VPL

We'll be looking for you to join us. We meet at VPL in the atrium from 7-9:oo pm. Please join us.

Laugh? I thought I'd cry!

In a night-time blitz, Israeli troops seized eight Hamas cabinet ministers and nearly two dozen legislators of the governing Islamist group in operations across the West Bank, Palestinian security officials said.

Israeli security sources said 64 Hamas officials were taken into custody. Israel Radio said they included Deputy Prime Minister Naser al-Shaer.

"They are not bargaining chips for the return of the soldier. It was simply an operation against a terrorist organisation," an army spokeswoman said. "They will be investigated, brought before a judge to extend their detention and charge sheets will be prepared."
Israel arrests Hamas leaders
Reuters.uk, UK -
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Speaking Truth to Dhimmis and Ourselves.

People think what other people think. Public opinion guides most people through their mental lives, and that leaves most people victims of the whims of the wicked and the wiles of the weird. Public opinion is a daemon that destroys lives without a thought at all. And yet we are nearly all susceptible to it, most not even aware that it devours us whole as we try to live lives of freedom and independence. We mostly do not have the time to think for ourselves. More than most people in history, we who are free to think for ourselves haven't got the ability to do so because we are too busy, and there is too much information to cope with even if we have many lifetimes. Rather than fret we lend ourselves to experts and authorities to tell us what is true and real. We depend on our intelligentsia. When they are dishonest, we are duped and helpless.

Below there are some quotations to clarify some of what goes wrong when we can't think for ourselves and when those who do so for us lie to us.

Orwell sums it up nicely, our modern time, in 1984. He describes our politically correct nightmare thus:

"Crime Stop means the faculty of stopping short, as though by instinct, at the threshold of any dangerous thought. It includes the power of not grasping analogies, of failing to perceive logical errors, of misunderstanding the simplest arguments... and of being bored and repelled by any train of thought which is capable of leading in a heretical direction. Crime Stop, in short, means protective stupidity."

How many times have we stood in amazement as people say that "Islam means peace"? Why would people say such? We know ours is a world in which there is far too much information and far too little sense. We have the means to find out if we so choose, but the time is dear, the effort is exhausting, and there is the fear that if we do know things as they are in reality we will offend many who cling to the norm as given to them by the experts. We stop in mid-thought and say nothing but pleasant nothings in response to evil rubbish. what we say is too often sensibly stupid but politically correct. We have developed a trait across the Western World of being ridiculous. Not just the average busy person, even-- especially our intelligentsia:

"Absence of intelligent thinking in rulership is another of the universals and raises the question whether in modern states there is something about political and bureaucratic life that subdues the functioning of intellect in favor of 'working the levers' without regard to rational expectations. This would seem to be an on-going prospect."
Barbara Tuchman, March of Folly.

We meet on Thursday evenings in Vancouver, Canada at the public library in the atrium from 7-9:00 pm to discuss the nature of our societies and and our cultures and the nature of things regarding our lives as public beings. We discuss ways of restoring to common sense and basic reality our governments and societies. We have no illusions that we will do so alone or even as a large group. Our expectation is that by meeting publicly and by speaking in public about the tabu subjects of jihad and Left dhimmi fascism that we might give others the courage to speak openly about these concerns as well. For all of our business and our following of the masters of public opinion we aren't quite as stupid as the intelligentsia would believe. In fact, most people are quite well able to think for themselves and to arrive at reasonable solutions to problems all by themselves. And therein lies the problem. They arrive at sense alone and find themselves afraid to speak out due to pressures to conform to the public norms as they think they exist. People stop in mid-thought, fearing to continue to the conclusions they would arrive at if they pursued the inquiry of sense into Islam and Left fascism. And the rulership of our nations churn on and on mindlessly, the magicians at the top of that particular heap merely cranking the levers over and again. We meet to say "Hey, it's worthless and stupid and wrong, and we say so out loud in public." It is a terrifying thing for those who hear us.

The following three quotations come from a commentator at TCS, a weekday blog linked below. Each is a variation on the theme above. They are fun to read, and perhaps they'll make so plain the ideas of the wrong-headedness of conformity to the unquestioned norm that you will laugh out loud when some simpering dhimmi next time claims you are islamophobic or racist or what have you.

"All of us necessarily hold many casual opinions that are ludicrously wrong simply because life is far too short for us to think through even a small fraction of the topics that we come across." -- Julian Simon

"In religion and politics people's beliefs and convictions are in almost every case gotten at second-hand, and without examination, from authorities who have not themselves examined the questions at issue but have taken them at second-hand from other non-examiners, whose opinions about them were not worth a brass farthing." -- Autobiography of Mark Twain by Samuel Clemens

"It is amazing how many people think that they can answer an argument by attributing bad motives to those who disagree with them. Using this kind of reasoning, you can believe or not believe anything about anything, without having to bother to deal with facts or logic." -- Thomas Sowell
No Subject by RickGaber
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It's a sad fact that many people feel that it is too rude to contradict others. They suffer in silence and endure the most idiotic rubbish on Earth. We listen to fools claim that Palestinians are worth our time to think about them. We endure all kinds of crap regarding savages who murder and maim in the name of Islam, and we think we must remain silent because it seems to be the consensus that Muslims are victims of our energies. Oh, screw them. Muslims are garbage people destroyed by a fascist poligion to the point they're barely Human at all. The suffering of the Palestinian! People! makes me gag. Let them starve to death till there are no more of them. Who cares? And I say so in public. It's mean and unfair, and I don't care any more. Think about it. Why should anyone give a damn about those savages? Why would the Corrie family indulge their creepy little daughter to the point of sending her off to die in a dump? Let's be honest and say the Palestinians are trash people. Public opinion has elevated the Palestinians to the state of near sainthood. I don't care what most people think. We are free to think after examining the facts we have, and the facts are clear to anyone who isn't afraid to think them through. I've thought about it. Fuck the Palestinians. Fuck the Muslims.

I might be wrong about the worthlessness of Muslims in general. Maybe diversity is a good thing and the Palestinians are all victims of my evil ways. If so I'll sit at the library and listen to anyone who cares to discuss honestly the points on which I'm wrong. But if I'm not convinced that I am wrong I will continue to say in public that the Muslim world is garbage and that the poilgion of Islam is filth. One way or the other, honest thinkers are invited to join us at VPL Thursday evening in the atrium from 7-9pm.