Yes, today is not a regular posting day, but I just had to say this now. Besides, yesterday’s post had no rant or screed attached, so this is a belated offering.
~ WORD HAS IT NATPOST SCRIBBLER CHRIS SELLEY thinks Pam Geller and the Binks family and all the others who wanted a decent memorial stone for honour-slaughtered Canadian teen Aqsa Parvez are not very sensible people.
Ottawegian journalist Deb Gyapong weighs in; as has the inimitable Kathy Shaidle, Pam herself, and others. I had this to say a little while back, in a letter to Jason Kenney. Looks like Teh Steyn has chimed in, too.
Catses & Meeses
OK– imagine: There is a big cat around, which most of the mice are afraid to mention, let alone ponder belling. Some of the mice are even into denying the existence or intent of said cat, and consider the concerned mice or pro-bell mice to be dangerous trouble-making catophobes (technically speaking, Ailurophobes). Even mentioning mice freshly eaten by the cat causes outrage and fear: better just blame those crazy cat-conspiracy mice for bringing it up.
The cats change, but the cowardly mice are always with us, seeking peace with the cat; cat-denial; blaming other mice; writing books about how all the cats are actually the best friends of mice, and are gravely misunderstood. The save-your-ass at the expense of others instinct; the feeding of other mice to the cat, hoping you might be last; the half-conscious denial of the whole cat-problem. Can you say “Peace In Our Time” with kindly Herr Hitler? Meanwhile, the dead mice pile ever up, lives needlessly sacrificed, in various ways and for various noble-sounding reasons, but no less dead.
How Sweet To Be An Idiot
That there is a problem, Mr. Selley apparently denies; that trying to make a decent memorial for a murdered teen is worse than the act that likely put her there (and thousands others like her– it’s heardly a unique and inexplicable event), he seems to assume. Giving him the benefit of the doubt, he’s a clueless liberal and not a deliberate liar or an Islamophile. A Scaredy-Mouse, not a pro-cat mouse. Or maybe a journalist who thinks that unless he thinks it’s a big deal, it isn’t. Whatevers.
That Pesky Body-Count
That still leaves us with the problem of slaughtered women and the degrading position of women in jihadist culture. The cat’s standing right in front of us, and demanding more and more space.
Will we look at what’s there, or deny it? On that, Mr. Selley, hangs the future of the culture which includes the clueless such as yourself, the slaughtered, such as Aqsa and her sisters worldwide; and the truth and principle that says all people are created equal under God, and have the rights of freedom, free speech, citizenship, equality under the law, the good things of this life, and the actual life with which to enjoy them.
My Sister Aqsa
As a proud donor to the Aqsa fund, I will not let anyone leave her unremembered, nor her memory and example deliberately erased, because we’re afraid of confronting a death-dealing religion– and some of its societies– with the higher and better claims of the West.
Even if we’re not directly related, we are connected by our common humanity, and our Canadian citizenship:, and the moral claim of the hurt or helpless on all of us. So I am honoured to call this discarded young woman a sister, if her own family would rather have her forgotten and her memory neglected, for the ‘shameful’ attitudes they judged to be dishonourable to their religion and homeland norms. So back in the day, I referred to Afghan Christian refugee Abdul Rahman as my B-FAM– ‘Brother From Another Mother’– for the same reason, plus he’s a Christian, and thus my brother in the Lord.
So either Aqsa is our sister, or we’re in on the murder and coverup. It’s part of being a morally-aware and awake person. The moral claims of the mere existence of ‘another-such-as-I’ lay hold upon me, and if I should shrug that duty off, I shrug off my very humanity, and that for which 3500 years of religion, philosophy, and law has prepared me to be.
Feminists might claim her as a sister– only if he has the right opinions. They’re sad liberal tribalists anyway.
I am– at least according to the gutless, soulless, witless commandments of political correctness– a sh*t-disturber.
I aim to misbehave.