Monday, September 22, 2014

Ignoring The Islamic State


We can make the collective choice to turn our backs on what the Islamic State represents, but that decision must be a deliberate one made with full knowledge of the trade we are making.


The somewhat limp and always disappointing-to-me backlash against American involvement in a military action against theocratic fascists in Mesopotamia seems to me, looking at it in a generous light, to be solely driven by the desire to not continue sending our countrymen to die in the desert at the hands of people we probably wouldn't collectively be thinking or talking about if our soldiers weren't there. This is drawing an affirmative conclusion from a negative or unproved premise, namely that our soldiers being there is guaranteed to result in their death and that non-involvement will somehow insulate us from the developments in the region. It is inaccurately described as “war weariness” by our media, as if any civilian opining on military action from the comfort of 6,000 or more miles removed has the right to claim to be weary of combat. This is more of the same petulant and smug complaining from the comfortable set, weary of nothing but the intrusion of other people into their self-serving cocoons. Instead of choosing action based on well-reasoned and logical argument for non-involvement, it is a complacent and conciliatory trade we are engaged in with this growing horrorshow, just as a lifelong laborer trades wage for cartilage.

The ignorant and self-defeating proposition from the more fuzzy-minded among us would have you believe that groups such as the Islamic State and Al-Qaeda are somehow extremists, that their incredibly barbarous and backwards ideas and actions are a perversion or corruption of the horrific relic referred to unironically as a religion of peace instead of a fundamental command from their holy texts. The latter is obviously true, and denial of that fact in the name of tolerance is one of the more odious symptoms of the virus running unchecked through otherwise intelligent people who would like very much to allow for religious pluralism while simultaneously not being at war with those same religions. This proposition necessarily requires peaceful co-existence with groups of people who are told they have divine warrant for the wholesale slaughter of anyone from any other group. As you can see, this is an incredibly difficult endeavor to simply imagine, let alone achieve with the rapidity we require to avoid the worst outcomes imaginable.

I'm actually referring to a nuclear war, but this is still somehow horrifying.

The population of a group of true believers relative to the rest of us, especially when they are committed to getting what they want through violence, has never created an obstacle to one crackpot religion after another shaping us through force both culturally and politically. It must be unthinkable to us to forget what all religions of the world have done – the damage inflicted and civilizations lost forever – when they thought they could get away with it due to no secular resistance. Dismissals of the Islamic State as being a non-threat to America due to their geographic distance and perceived logistical shortcomings may be technically true for the immediate future, however those dismissals ignore the fact that diseased beliefs like religion spread very quickly in both a benign vacuum as well as under threat of death. The converts flocking in currently small numbers to the pretender caliphate are not only people with no futures from the region, they are people from tolerant and pluralist countries like the US, Australia, and Great Britain, where publicly speaking out against the threat Islam poses us is not yet recognized as common sense. Whether their group grows by the dozens or thousands by year's end, there is no amount of them small enough or geographic region isolated enough to be tolerable or judged to pose no threat to the rest of us. I argue that if left unchecked they will grow and expand outside Mesopotamia to pose a constant and credible threat to all nations, and they will do so waving their holy texts.

Just like these extras from "Conan" and their ghost horses.

Either the writings of the Qur’an and hadith are the divine delivery of mandate from the creator of everything through the Archangel Gabriel to the prophet Mohammed or they are not. Within those writings are the mandates for the oppression of other peoples, the subjugation of women, the destruction of modernized civilizations, and the death penalty for apostates. If these instructions are the creator's divine word then these “extremists” are the only true believers getting it right, as it were, and our decision to pretend they're not Muslim is not only suicidally ignorant but incredibly disrespectful to their religious beliefs, which we claim to respect. On the other hand, if these mandates are nonsense dictated by an illiterate epileptic, which they are, what does that say about the parsing of real Muslims from false ones? And why, with the inability of influential mullahs and imams to issue a blanket fatwa against any kind of false crusade due to their religion, do we continue to pretend these actions are not recognized, promoted, and praised by the leaders of this sick and dangerous cult? I do not propose a false choice, and I do not see how any other conclusion could be reached.

Those other conclusions have an inordinate amount of 'splaining to do.

In anticipation of the immediately obvious rebuttal, that of the vast majority of people who profess the Muslim faith are peaceful and contributing members of society, perfectly wonderful human beings to all they meet, loved by puppy dogs and goldfish, let me offer this explanation. Every person I have personally met who claimed to be Muslim has been a genuinely warm and sweet individual, not including those whom I have met tangentially through debate. They do not want to kill me or anyone else, they are as furious at the actions of the Islamic State as I am with the added seasoning of shame and revulsion at what they feel is being done to their religion's reputation. Their wives and girlfriends speak openly, and I can see their face when they do so, and no one is missing any body parts. I can scarcely believe they're being honest with me about their faith. I again argue that if you are not adhering to the mandates handed down by the being you believe created you and will punish you for disobedience, on what authority can it be argued you are an adherent of that cult? If Allah told Gabriel to tell Mohammed to tell Muslims to kill apostates, and you're smarter than that, what need have you to still tie the noose of religion around your own neck? It should be cast off, as all the needs people fulfill with religion can be satisfied just as easily without it.

As illustrated here, in this poorly photoshopped metaphor.

On material costs. By postponing the extirpation of the Islamic State, we are actively delaying the reconstruction of a tragically and needlessly destroyed modern civilization that made irreplaceable contributions to the advancement of knowledge and humanity. This is a consequence that should cause any thinking person discomfort. We prevent the reconstruction of education and trade infrastructure, which the area is muddling through but can obviously use as much help and time as possible without ignorant savages blowing everything up. Postponing the stabilization of development of Mesopotamian oil supplies, which is approaching amounts unseen since the Hussein crime family controlled the region, strangles the financial benefits to both Iraqi and Kurdish people.


 Ignoring our pocketbooks for a moment, I want to explore what would result as the moral consequences of our decision. To begin with, we leave the peoples of the area who are powerless or ineffective at providing real resistance to the Islamic State at their mercy, which is a very grim thought if you mull it at all. The eschatology of Islam, along with all other religions, calls for the absolute end of all humanity. Total erasure of man from the face of the Earth at the time of (or to bring on) the second coming. Since these people proclaiming an Islamic State must have the primitive self-awareness necessary to understand how pitifully inept they would be at any kind of scientific or technological endeavor, they must outsource the brain power necessary to achieve their ends. Muslims educated at European and American institutions must go and help these savages with their work. The consequence of this, and no one can call it alarmist, is that every day we do not actively participate in the stabilization and reconstruction of the region we move one day closer to finding out what the religious will do with nuclear and biological weapons. This isn't news to anyone, but I bring it up to reiterate and reinforce that Islam calls for the extermination of all humanity to bring on the final judgement. 

Just in case you forgot what that will look like.

At that time, Mahdi the redeemer of Islam will come to Earth and team up with Jesus like some kind of post-modern Superfriends to do battle against the false messiah, whom they apparently have in common. Their inevitable victory will result in all of our deaths and the eradication of sin so that their ghosts may eat grapes and our ghosts may suffer eternally. As silly as all this sounds to anyone with half a reasoning mind, it barely begins to relate the sheer mindless nonsense the Muslim religion imparts to our enemies. The very real consequence of that nonsense, and our reward for trading in tolerance, is that as soon as these people get their hands on a way to carry out nuclear or biological attack on our civilization, they will.

Friday, September 19, 2014

Reflections On The Revolution In Scotland


Despite Scotland's loss in tonight's referendum, an irreplaceable example of democracy and a mortal blow to the monarchy has been delivered.



Independence is a remarkably easy thing to take for granted. Living where I do, through no effort or sacrifice of my own, I daily enjoy the benefits delivered by my country without ever fully thinking about or recognizing what those benefits consist of. That realization made being able to witness tonight's Scottish independence referendum live something of a lesson in where my countrymen and I have fallen short of our democratic ideal.

"Bitch, bitch, bitch. I didn't hear you making any suggestions."
Years in the making, with a fever pitch reached in the last month, the buildup to the referendum fascinated me. The wheedling promises delivered by Britain, the thinly-veiled threats of Scotland being somehow left out in the cold by gaining independence, the nonsensical and distracting arguments over currency, all played out tonight district by district. Live coverage on anything other than BBC showed static shots of the smaller polling places, the BBC itself went with more of a CNN feeling. Multi-pundit panels discussed incoming speculation while useless holograms floated polling data and a map of Scotland produced by Atari through the room like the unwelcome wafted aroma of a crypt.
The results began slowly, and the head pundit frantically cut off the panel exchange that was struggling to retain civility to introduce us to the first of a string of ballot officials walking to a podium in a gymnasium. The production department had tried to give the event an air of majesty but the construction crew and the video crew had failed to coordinate their efforts, resulting in a carefully dressed stage made ridiculous by the cameraman pulling back to include the crowd and the pitifully minimal arrangements that had been made. The official began their recitation, clearly worded to simply deliver the voting results in as straightforward a manner as humanly possible. District, population and turnout, hard numbers up and down, accounting of why each discarded ballot had received their disposition. This last bit fascinated me: unclear mark, mark in favor of both options, no mark, all easily understood. The last reason for a ballot being disregarded was for having a mark which would identify in some way the citizen who had cast it. Now, seeing as this ballot had a spot for “Yes” and a spot for “No,” the initiative and creativity to fuck that up impresses me to no end.

"Where do I pick my side dishes?"

By 9pm Pacific Time (5am Glasgow) the district results were being announced so regularly that the BBC anchors stopped covering the feed from each district immediately after the hard numbers, as by then we had all listened to the mundane list of reasons for discounted ballots more than a dozen times. The cheers that came from each pronouncement of a “No” district victory were those of animal revelry, immediate and overwhelming but carrying with it a wave of exhausted relief, as if an immense wave had broken before reaching their homes. The timid-looking and mousey ballot officials reciting their result script scarcely seemed to know if they should speak through the uproar for the benefit of the record or stand in uncomfortable anticipation of the crowd's abatement.

Picture a tinier version of this dapper gentleman.

By 9:45p (5:45a Glasgow) there were roughly six districts left to report, and they were taking their sweet time. This led to a forced conversation that lobbed between the panel members, interspersed with the ever-frustrating “Let's go to Twitter” breaks so we could find out what JuicyKitten548 had to say regarding the fate of the empire. Again some over-eager ponce was trotted out to waltz with hologram numbers, his delivery stilted and pausing due to the un-coordinated effects timing. It was then that I sorely missed the relative dramatic mastery of CNN and their resident Shakespearean genius, Wolf Blitzer. The BBC anchors tried so hard to reach his levels of mindless babbling and useless numbers, but sadly fell short of one of my nation's chief news outlets.

"For live results, here's a hologram of the second coming of Jebus."

Glasgow was the rearranged deck chairs on tonight's sinking ship. The BBC sound engineer working that polling station had clearly not prepared for the volume of the crowd's reaction, as the overwhelming response reduced the sound output to the furious crackling ocean noise of redlined microphones. The pride those people felt was incredible to witness.
As soon as BBC called the result, the shaming sting of loss and disappointment caused some online who had been optimistically watching their declining chances to turn on their countrymen and themselves. Nonsense was written about people being ashamed of being Scottish, accusations of their ancestors dying in war against the British for nothing, jeering insults about being the only country in history to vote against their own independence. What they didn't do was congratulate the rightly-proud people of Scotland for conducting themselves immensely well through what could not have been a more difficult referendum, something my home country doesn't always accomplish in the tidiest fashion. In addition, the ridiculously high voter turnout in most districts is nothing short of amazing and needs to be lauded. To learn that between 80% and 90% of the people who could vote chose to is not only a victory for the process, it shows the strength of the democratic system when used by an informed and motivated populace. Over 1.5 million residents of the United Kingdom voted to no longer be a part of it. The biggest city in Scotland, the roughly 600,000-strong Glasgow, voted to be independent. Aberdeen voted no, but Groundskeeper Willie could not be reached for comment.

Pictured here not commenting.

Regarding the matter of a people rejecting their own independence, this slight turns out to be technically false, as a handful of people have voted down their own referendums for one reason or another. Nevis from St. Kitts, Tamil from the Sri Lankan diaspora, Veneto from Italy. Perhaps most similar to Scotland is the failed vote in 1933 to make Western Australia independent from Australia Prime, a voting process which the British Parliament ignored in its entirety, and which would have provided a template for Parliament to deal with this bothersome little uprising if only Scotland wasn't so indignantly right-next-door. Soon comes Catalonia's referendum seeking independence from Spain, which is set for the ninth of November of this year, and is being actively opposed by the Spanish government.

That worked out okay, as I recall.

It's unthinkable to me to vote against one's own independence, but I expect there will be reams of analysis over the next week that will explain to me why it was the best and only choice, no doubt glazed with fawning reverence for the hideous royals and their Skesis-like matriarch. It would appear that, despite the negative outcome of the independence vote, a severe blow has still been dealt against the monarchy. The frenzied promises, from tax levying to Tesco's, must now be followed through with by Parliament, with proposals scheduled to be presented at the beginning of next year. Despite the apparent willingness of the British Parliament to grow and adapt in order to accomplish their “devolution” and of the majority of Scotland's citizens to believe them, it still strikes me as not having the courage to bet on yourself to win, deciding to never leave your parents' home and succeed or fail on your own terms.