Sex and Blood

The Wikileaks commotion has taken another astounding turn. Under vicious assault, the West has retreated into it’s comfort zone: sex. Sex seems to be all we have left to stand up to the barbarian hoards. We disseminate sex in international airport terminals, in major news dispatches; we use it to crucify our politicians; we stream it over the internet; we march en masse for (what we term) 'human rights' causes involving sex; we spend great sums on sex and its consequences. We have made sex into a god with multiple faces and each one is worshipped by its own exclusive sect of ecstatic revelers.

Islam is devoted to blood: the blood of their animals; the blood of its tireless fighters; the blood of their enemies; their own blood grievance and revenge.

We, on the other hand, can’t stand the sight of blood and Islam knows this. So, they inundate us with blood and we, in turn, inundate them with sex (which we know they can’t stand). There seems to be no common ground where we can meet and discuss things calmly. This struggle is destined to go on and on, as we are not about to accept their blood (sacrifice); and they’re not about to be intimidated by sex.

Assange feels perfectly safe. Sex has never been known to kill outright.

Went to a Christmas party at my mother’s church today. It was her first outing since falling ill three months ago. There were mostly elderly people. The pastor sat at our table. He related some experiences he had while serving as a missionary in Malawi. He said that the plight of women in Africa improved wherever Christianity was introduced. I wanted to ask (but held my tongue), “By whose standards?

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