Mark Steyn notes that the mass murderer who blew up a Coptic church in Cairo the other day was a jihadi with a triple-barreled name:
"Mahmoud Shafik Mohamed Mostafa": "Mostafa" and "Mahmoud" are in essence variations of "Mohamed". So that's like being called Mohammed Shafik Mohammed Mohammed. How many Mohammeds does a guy need? Canadian Immigration briefly (and unofficially) had a Three-Mohammeds-You're-Out rule, for when the occasional Mohammed bin Mohammed al-Mohammed turned up among the asylum seekers. That would seem minimally prudent.
But, no matter how many Christians Mohamed Muhammad Mohamot slaughters, we look the other way and worry about "Islamophobia"...
Indeed. In fact, worrying about "Islamophobia" is a coping mechanism for multiculti-minded infidels (who would prefer to ignore the clear and present danger of jihad by focusing on something else, something within their power to "fix," or so they believe) and for Muslims (who use the faux phobia as a bait and switch tactic in the era of the suicide bomber). Speaking of the redundantly named, I am reminded of a time some years before 9/11 when we were flying from Amsterdam to London. Departure was delayed due to the fact that the police were looking for some chaps whose luggage had been loaded but who seemed to have decamped to parts unknown. One of the cops was holding a sheaf of papers and, sneaking closer to get a look, I managed to catch sight of the page on top. It showed the photo of a Middle Eastern-looking dude whose unforgettable name was--wait for it--Mohammed Mohammed. Given that, I was more than a little reluctant to board the flight. But once all the luggage was unloaded and the no-shows' property removed, my fears were allayed to the extent that I was willing to get on the plane.
Told through a series of anecdotal moments dotting the college days of the 44th President of the United States, Barry is more of a coming-of-age story than Southside With You, writer-director Richard Tanne's nostalgic journey through a day in the life of young Barack and Michelle Obama. Australian actor Devon Terell plays the titular Barry with a surprising amount of depth and persuasion, rolling with the punches as he searches for identity between the Columbia classroom and the Harlem projects. As he does, he juggles the privileges and responsibilities that come with dating a white woman. Because of this, the film makes for a skillful examination of a bi-racial America and cultural identity as a whole - the fact that the film is a non-fiction piece about a future president just makes it even more striking and relatable.
David Maraniss of The Washington Post was another reporter flying all over the world trying to separate the real Obama from the phony memoir of Dreams -- but in the friendliest possible way. Maraniss told Vanity Fair that Obama's memoir had value despite its pack of lies: "I say that his memoir is a remarkably insightful exploration of his internal struggle, but should not be read as rigorous factual history. It is not, and the president knew that when he wrote it and knows it now."
This was a bombshell. Maraniss had spent months exploring Obama's past and held a prestigious editor's post at the dominant paper in the nation's capital, and was overseeing campaign coverage as Obama faced a difficult re-election. But the bombshell never exploded.
In mid-June, his book Barack Obama: The Story came out. On June 5, deep inside the paper, New York Times reviewer Michiko Kakutani noticed several factual problems with Obama's memoir. She called the book a "forensic deconstruction" of Obama.
For example, Obama wrote about "a woman in New York that I loved." But while the physical description of this character closely resembles a white Obama girlfriend named Genevieve Cook, Maraniss wrote Obama "distorted her attitudes and some of their experiences, emphasizing his sense that they came from different worlds."
Maraniss relayed that during an interview at the White House on November 10, 2011, Obama acknowledged his description of his New York girlfriend was actually a "compression" of events "that occurred at separate times with several different girlfriends."
Obama didn't just dump his old girlfriends. He then added insult to injury by blurring them into a fictional composite. If a memoir can't be honest about something as trivial as " a women in New York that I loved," how can it be considered accurate with matters that are profound?...
Accurate, shmaccurate. As long as it's "striking and relatable," who cares if it's really just a pack of lies?
"The Hillel family will watch out for our Muslim brothers and sisters on campus,” the failed Democratic pol declared. And he added, “As we hope they will watch out for us."
I wouldn't count on it, Eric. They're likely to be far too busy with their BDS and other Zion-loathing activities.
Oddly enough, it's an aversion to that seasonal standard (written by Frank Loesser, of Guys & Dolls fame), "Baby It's Cold Outside." Mark Steyn discusses the song and its dissers here.
This is what passes for incisive political commentary in the "social justice" utopia of Sweden:
Sweden-based writer Annika Hernroth-Rothstein has a go at unpacking the bizarre imagery:
The drawing (below) showed a happy, red-faced Benjamin Netanyahu sitting next to Mr Trump in a gold, Roman-style litter. The vehicle is being carried by Orthodox Jews, a member of the Ku Klux Klan, a voluptuous woman and a few Israeli soldiers, marked with large Israeli flags on their chests. A speech bubble attributed to Mr Netanyahu says: “Finally!”
The image sends a clear message: that the Jewish state and, in a larger sense, the great, evil Jewish conspiracy, determined the outcome of the American presidential election in order to further its interests.
The idea that Jews run the world is an old antisemitic myth, and the absurd mix of people and powers represented in the cartoon — from call-girls to Charedim and the KKK — indicate the degree to which the cartoonist has fallen for this ancient lie.
Update: The only other Swedish cartoonist I'm familiar with is Lars Vilks. Something tells me that, unlike Vilks, the "Antligen" 'toonist has no fears of a potentially deadly backlash.
It hadn't occurred to me until reading the following that the American slogan "E pluribus Unum" could be triumphalist Islam's motto, too:
A Boston Islamic center that has been linked to convicted terrorists is hosting an interfaith event on Sunday to promote peace, but some critics say such “hateful houses of worship” are a dubious venue for a message of solidarity and hope.
The event, at Islamic Society of Boston Cultural Center, is entitled “Out of Many, One,” and has Boston Mayor Marty Walsh and Sen. Elizabeth Warren, D-Mass., slated to speak. It is sponsored by the Greater Boston Interfaith Organization, and aimed at bringing religious communities together under common beliefs.
“My hope is that we can provide a place for members of the community, who are so fearful and concerned about our values being challenged, to speak up,” Interfaith Organization Board Member Nahma Nadich told FoxNews.com. “We need to affirm our values and be in solidarity with each other to protect all members of our community against hateful, divisive rhetoric.”
To be clear, she's speaking of Trump's hateful, divisive rhetoric, not Islam's.
