A voice from Egypt!

I didn't know there were these sorts of blogs coming out of Egypt and it absolutly blew me away. Here's a sample:

Is there something wrong with Islam? Of course there is. Muslims are what’s wrong with Islam.

Islam is, after all, an abstract collection of ideas. That’s not to say that all Muslims are what’s wrong with Islam, but who really cares about that except us Muslims? We get so caught up in dissing them, like they belonged to some other religion.

Well, they don’t. They might interpret it differently, but for God’s sake, they use the same book.

They sometimes use the same interpretation, except we’re willing to add a twist here, turn a blind eye there to soften the blow. I can’t deny that they’re so off the mark they might as well belong to a different religion, but the fact of the matter is that they came down the same roads most of us come down on a daily basis. There is no ‘protection’ from drifting off course like they did.

There’s a loony in every family. A couple in mine. They were ‘normal’ one day. They would never strap shit to their bellies and blow shit up, they’re not THAT bad, but they’re pretty extreme in my view. They used to go to the same mosque I went to. They had good parents. They lived abroad. They watched porn. They did everything normal kids do.

Now, they’re not so normal. I don’t care why it happened (well, not in this post at least). All I can think about is that loonies aren’t borne out of thin air. They aren’t spawned in some cess pool. They are extremely average, which is why they’re so dangerous. You can’t profile them.

I think Muslims need some serious time by themselves.

We need to think about how the dogma we spoon feed each other and our kids has finally come back and to bite us in the ass.

All that bullshit about conspiracy theories and the jooz and the ‘blue bones’ - what we once thought was harmless banter we threw around on street corners just to make time pass.

Well, some impressionable little fuck who doesn’t masturbate nearly as often as he should has taken it upon himself to blame the jooz and the blue bones for the fact that he gets paid fuck all, knows fuck all, and will always be a ‘fuck all.’ And he’s decided to turn the prophecies, the conspiracy theories, and the rambling crap he heard on street corners, he’s gone and turned all of it into a grotesque vision of his own grandeur.

Violent Muslims, loonies, terrorists, fundies, whatever you want to call them, are the most selfish creatures ever created on God’s earth.

They are willing to inflict pain and suffering on fellow man and beast only to get some cheap gate pass to Heaven. Instead of toiling at ‘life’ like the rest of us sorry fucks, these idiots think they can hop onto the superhighway to heaven by chopping other people’s heads off and pointing to God and saying ‘gimme gimme.’

And what do we do? We say ‘it’s not us, it’s them…we’re not like that…we swear.’ It’s not enough. Because soon enough, our own heads will be the ones rolling down Cairo’s merry old streets. How’s that for a selfish reason?

You can start by boycotting a mosque if the sermons border on hate speech. Just don’t go. There’s plenty others. You can stop turning the blind eye to that ‘motashaded’ in your family.

The next time he comes over for dinner, and his wife scurries off with yours to sit in some other room, order both women back in.

You’re a man, right? You can order women around, right? Well, put it back to good use. Or how about the next time you get into a taxi and he has those wailing monkeys going about how the serpents are going to nick in you the butt, get out. Tell the taxi driver, stop here, and just leave.

I’m not preaching here. I can’t practice most of this. But I’m pretty sure we’re intelligent enough, and resourceful enough to come with some way of reacting.

It isn’t easy being a renegade, but we can at least stop being so passive about it. If the fundies claim that religion is on their side, tell them that logic is on ours. And for God’s sake (and I mean His sake literally), let’s not keep acting Ostrich. Eventually, the shit will land on our heads, or on the heads of our kids.

If they’re still attached to our bodies that is.