Saturday, April 19, 2008

A Sorrow and a Pity

"Lord, have mercy on my son: for he is lunatick, and sore vexed: for ofttimes he falleth into the fire, and oft into the water."

Matthew 17:15, King James Bible

Today we call such sons epileptic. We do not kill them for epilepsy. We don't kill people for "being" anything.

Robert Spencer at Dhimmi Watch posts this today from Gateway Punidt:
In reality, 2007 was one of the hardest years for Iranian homosexuals. According to Amnesty ‎International, Iran had the highest number of execution of homosexuals in that year. Several ‎cases of executions of homosexuals were cited in cities such as Shiraz, Esfahan, Tehran, Rasht, ‎Ahwaz, Tabriz, Kermanshah and Mashhad. ‎

At Columbia University last year, Iran's Thug-In-Chief said there were no homosexuals in Iran. This would explain why.

Yeah? Well what about John Hagee? He says all kinds of nasty things about homosexuals and Catholics.

Uh huh. And the point is?


Anonymous said...

I went over to Wiki (yea, I know, I know) to check out Hagee and found this quote – "What is the point of having free speech if you have nothing to say?" Funny thought I…well maybe not.

So, what is the point? The sharp end…Or death hippies…Or dragon’s teeth…..What was the question again?

Dag said...

Me and my allusions! The title comes from a French film about the Holocaust and the Resistance, Marcel Ophüls, Le Chagrin et la pitié or The Sorrow and the Pity. Homosexuals are part of the Holocaust, and we must decide among ourselves and within ourselves where we sand vis a vis the Resistance this time round. Are we with the death Hippies who would march us off to oblivion to be The Drowned, as Primo Levi calls the passive who simply followed the Camp rules to death in the alloted three weeks? Not being a homosexual myself, not Jewish, not much of anything in particular, I still look on this unfolding scenario and see the past as clearly becoming the future again. I have a place to stand for what think is better. I stand with the Pope, with Haggee, with our occasional commentator Vince, with all kinds of disparate people who probably wouldn't like me if they knew me.

This time in our West has sown a plot of Dragon's teeth, and up we come, no prize to fight for but the Good. Who called this up? Well, here we are, regardless. And while we're here and we are what we are, then we do what we do.

I was happy enough as a goliard wandering the world; but now, thanks to our Muslim cousins, things have changed, and things are focused. So there really is no question at all. It's a matter of making the moves. Who moves with whom? We'll see. But we will see, and it's all pretty much settled by now anyway.