A TALE OF TWO PRAYERS

And now we turn our attention back to that lovely army of misogynists who are being invited as immigrants into this country by the hordes. Of course, as many on the Left would add, "Not that there is anything wrong with that. After all, these people just want to serve their god, convert, enslave, or annihilate everyone else on the planet in service to that god, and isn't that so cute in these troubled times."

So here is a rather courteous Muslim prayer offer by a frequent commenter on Jihad Watch—a premier Web site for ongoing information about the global jihad soldiering on right now under the noses of everyone else who are far too busy with other erstwhile famous and frivolous affairs, including those of us who reject Mohammed and his barbaric totalitarian system of religion-cloaked oppression, as well as those who remain completely clueless to the threat, those who refuse to connect the goddamned dots despite the deluge of news seeping out from all corners of the globe, which is frequently ifnored by our bankrupt laeders and media who dance to the cha ching of petromasters and such.

Here is the prayer to infidels offered up by a poster named Yemenman:

To you, here’s my prayer. No, I’m not praying for your death or destruction or disease. I am praying for something more, something that’ll gnaw your inside little by little until your death. Here goes:

May you, haters of Islam….

See your daughter
Your young, innocent, light-skinned, beautiful daughter
Get the light and come into Islaam
And marry among the ranks of the Believers

A Hispanic convert just out of prison
Or, a hairy Pakistani from the mountains
Or, a huge black man from the African continent
Or, a big, wealthy, jovial Arab Sheikh (as his third or fourth wife)

And may your daughter give her full love, obedience, and submission to her husband
And bear him many children
And treat you as you deserve to be treated
May all of these be true in your lifetime
Ameen.

Allah the Greatest!

But wait! The blessings of free speech haven't ended there. Here is one response to that "wonderful" Islamic prayer:

May Islamic women leave Islam and marry real caring and loving infidel men who do not subjugate or threaten them, and may they live in peace in the world. May they bear many children with Infidels who will join to crush the death cult Islam and may they help to bring about real lasting peace on earth. God bless America and and all Infidels.

And another in response to the Muslim poster:

And let me add, you are sick in the head. Your rotten, monstrous, belief system is the reason. Your "prayer" alone shows how in league with Satan (Allah) you are. You are to be pitied, but you also MUST BE STOPPED.

May you, disciples of Muhammad,
See your daughters master productive skills
And rather than wear a bag
Marry into the ranks of the Jews and Christians

To men who know the meaning of self-restraint
And possess the strength to resist
The temptations of strange women
Whose elbows and neck are exposed.

May your daughters give them full love and equal partnership,
Bear them many children and raise them
To submit to no one who pretends
To rule in the name of God
Amen.

Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis

Yes, you lovely renegades, the conflict is real. These prayers and comments are real. Notice Yemenman is "playing the race card" here. He assumes all of us here have "light-skinned" daughters, and are racists who live in terror of them marrying non-whites. This is just idiocy, and has nothing to do with the concerns we have here about Islam. Now which side are you on?

To quote another patriot who calls himself Revere Rides Again, I've been fretting for months about being too hawkish, but it's now impossible to dodge the fact that the longer this is delayed the worse it will be. I mean that literally. All it will take is for Iran to either attack or respond to an Israili attack by taking out the Saudi oil supply and the economic balloon goes up as well.

My main concern is Iran because of all the reasons touched on by MR in the preivous post—and because they are the most overtly irrational players in a cast of wild-eyed lunatics. Their motives are so extreme and bizarre that they defy proper analysis even by some who recognize the danger in other Islamists. And while Pakistan is still in the race at this point my money is on Iran to light the fuse.

If we take Yemenman and other Islamists at their own words, then Jihad can compared to a force of nature impervious to reason. But it is neither a tsunami nor a volcano in which the only course of action is to get out of the way until it subsides, nor is it a blizzard or hurrican which can be predicted, prepared for, and endured. It is rather a conflagration, a firestorm that must be fought, stopped from advancing, and extinguished—or it will continue to spread until it engulfs the world.

WAR THEORIES & WET NURSES

Three opinions.

1.
I hate to tell you, but it's not 1624 anymore. In 1624, due to a wide variety of historical factors that are no longer present, rulers of a population were far more able to retain a chokehold on that population. Today's rulers do not have the command over their population that the Algerian pasha did.

The Algerian pasha controlled the government, had formed an alliance with the pirates, and was holding Dutch prisoners in state prison. The dynamic between the terrorists/insurgents and national leaders is far more complex today (except in Pakistan, where Musharraf has allied with the radical Islamists): In Lebanon, Hezhbullah waged a fairly successul Jihad against Israel even as the the Lebanese PM pleaded for an end to the violence. Hamas has also used the state-within-a-state model. Finallly, all those Saudis on 9/11 did just fine without engineering a coup d'etat against the government.

Unlike in 1624, today we are fighting a war not against governments and not against rulers, but against INDIVIDUALS. This means that our main task is to win over INDIVIDUALS—not to enrage an entire population by carrying out a grotesque killing. That worked in 1624, but there were no suicide bombers in 1624. Wake up. You're not in Algeria anymore.

2.
I disagree. We can only defeat Muslims if we fight them in a way they'll understand. It is true that we are fighting against individuals therefore we must fight in a way that eliminates enemy individuals while discouraging other individuals from fighting.

The population of Algiers were outraged and, more important, distraught to see their loved ones hanged. They also knew the same would happen to them if they continued piracy. Right now, an individual who does a suicide-bombing in Tel Aviv knows he will be lionized while his family is financially rewarded by Saudi foundations. If he knew that his family instead would all be executed in the most viscous manner and then cremated, he might think twice before blowing himself up.

One of Osama Bin Laden's sons just got married in London and lives free in the UK. An effective policy would be to round up all the family members of Al-Qaida, Hizbullah, and the Taliban leaders and start executing them until every terror organization is disbanded.

Ancient Carthage continually threatened Rome until the Romans finally slaughtered all the Carthaginians and resettled the city with loyal subjects. They also defeated the army of Boudaccia the same way. Of this latter conflict Tacitus wrote, "they made a desert and called it peace." Well, it was cruel to make that desert but it did bring peace.

3.
The only thing I can think of at a time like this is a line from Bob Dylan. Well, what the hell, let's just go for the whole riffing song:

They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid

To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words

And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"

Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row

As they say, all's fair in love and war. Oh, I forgot. They don't say that anymore. Oh, by the way, if the preceding blog entry doesn't make sense on its own, please continue down the page, reading the next entry, which prompted this one.