Let's Not Talk about Islam

[Joe Cooper]

There's an old Cole Porter tune called “Let's Not Talk about Love.” It's
not one of his most delightful works, but it does fall into the ample
category of Porter “list” songs. Here's an excerpt:

Let’s talk about frogs, let’s talk about toads,
Let’s try to solve the riddle why chickens cross roads,

Let’s talk about games, let’s talk about sports,

Let’s have a big debate about ladies in shorts.

And so on. And on. And on. The point soon becomes clear: let's discuss
absolutely everything. Everything! With one single, solitary exception:

But let's not talk about love.
I've been thinking about Porter's song today while watching the TV
coverage of the Barcelona terrorist attack. On the BBC, on Sky News, and
on CNN (I live in Norway, and therefore was unable to watch the U.S.
broadcast networks), reporters and newsreaders talked about the specifics
of the carnage, caused by a truck whose jihadist driver deliberately
steered it off the road and onto the pavement, killing at least thirteen
pedestrians. The newsfolk displayed maps of Barcelona and explained in
detail where La Rambla (also known as Las Ramblas), the location of the
terrorist attack, is located in relation to other major spots in the
city. They showed pictures of the body-strewn avenue itself, with the
corpses themselves blurred out of respect for the dead.

They discussed the popularity of La Rambla as a tourist destination, and
went into some detail about the nationalities of vacationers currently
thronging the city. They noted that La Rambla is Barcelona's chief
tourist street, essentially its counterpart to the Champs-Elysées in
Paris, the Kufürstendamm in Berlin, Fifth Avenue in New York – and,
perhaps most significantly, La Promenade des Anglais in Nice, France,
where, in July of last year, eighty-six people were killed in a similar
jihadist atrocity.

They pondered the apparent lack of sophistication of this particular
crime, the biographical background of the truck driver, the timeline of
the atrocity, the apparent speed and weight of the truck itself, and so
on. They talked about the wounded, about the degree to which they had
been wounded, about how many had been sent to hospitals.

But they didn't talk about Islam. They didn't talk about jihad.

They used words like assassin, murderer, criminal. Even terrorist. But I
didn't hear the word jihadist. If they said it, I missed it. And except
when they were forced to mention that, for example, the Islamic State had
claimed responsibility for the attack, I didn't hear the word Islam.

What I heard was a hell of a lot of empty language. Language that you
might use in the case of a natural disaster – a hurricane, an earthquake,
a tsunami. The news people quoted tweets by politicians and celebrities
from around the world – Donald Tusk, president of the European Council;
London Mayor Sadiq Khan; the pope; Ellen DeGeneres – about how they were
praying for Barcelona, about how their hearts were with Barcelona, about
how the terrorists would never manage to...well, whatever. And, even
before the bodies of the dead were cold, they talked about the city
recovering, getting over it, going back to normal.

It was all utterly vapid nonsense. Context was virtually nowhere in
evidence. Denial was everywhere. The cliché about not seeing the forest
for the trees was never more apropos. The more these things happen, it
seems, the more skilled the mainstream media have become in attending to
the grisly details – and thus spiking their ratings – while doing their
best to look away, as much as possible, from the atrocities' ideological
roots. From, in short, that fount of violence known as Islam, which has
only just begun its violent assault on the civilized world.


Source: http://bit.ly/2i9AKtq

[Sean O'Keefe]

There's an old Cole Porter tune called "Let's Not Talk about
Love." It's not one of his most delightful works, but it does
fall into the ample category of Porter "list" songs. Here's

In the old days before WW2, it was all about the Jews. Nobody
liked them, not the Americans, not the British, nobody. They
were nothing but trouble.

Now it's all about the Muzzies.

But from the early 1900s to the latter 20th century, there were
all kinds of Catholic terrorists from Northern Ireland blowing up
Pubs in the UK and murdering innocent people. But not before the
Irish Catholic scumbags came here in the mid 19th century bringing
disease, crime and creating slums in our great cities and were
hated by everyone who weren't them. The Cabbage eating Mick
scumbags were responsible for 125 deaths in Great Britain alone,
excluding Northern Ireland. Terrorism under the ruse of
Catholicism. Mary I of England had thousands murdered because
they refused to become Catholics.