I apologize to any Muslims who read this blog because I do not know the proper way to write Muhammad’s name and the accompanying salutation (Peace Be Upon Him). I used it once at the end of my Blog to show respect for the Prophet and to Islam. I was concerned that overuse would lead you to believe that I was making light of the practice.
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There has been a flurry of emails coming across the NET that condemn the Islam religion and its Muslim members. As with other emails and articles of this type, much of what is written is a generalization that takes the commission of unacceptable and mostly inhuman actions and applies them in a broad brush attack aimed at presenting such actions as common place and pervasive throughout Islam itself. The fact that there is less truth than embellishment makes the result of the email much more important and frightening than what is the reality of the situation. I would like to present my understanding of Islam and the reason I feel it is misunderstood in America and the world.
Islam began in the seventh century. It is rooted in the Qur’an, which contains God’s revelations to His Prophet Muhammad, that were transcribed by Muhammad and his closest followers, along with the teachings and actions of the Prophet himself. Muslims do not consider Islam to be a new religion but a re-establishment of the monotheistic religion of Abraham, Moses, Jesus and other prophets. Islamic tradition holds that Jews and Christians distorted the revelations that God gave to these prophets (Islam teaches that Jesus was a prophet and was not divine) by altering the text, introducing a false interpretation or both.
Shortly after Muhammad died in 632AD, there was a schism dividing Islam into two major sects, the Sunni (85%) and the Shiite (15%). The schism was a result of a disagreement among Muslims pertaining to the religious and political leadership of Islam. The radical members of Islam keep this schism open and actively contested resulting in ongoing violence between warring sects.
The Islamic Nations have a system of government whose laws and system of governing, called Sharia, are based on the interpretation of the Qur’an and the teachings and actions of the Prophet. This is unlike other nations that attempt to maintain a strict separation of church and state. It is partly because of this Theocratic form of government that anger runs high among religious/political radicals in the Islamic countries. Sharia law introduces a more personal attention to and acceptance of this system of lawmaking, by those being governed, because laws are based on personal beliefs rather than on a system where they would apply to all peoples equally – free from religious biases.
The violence promulgated by one Islamic sect against the other is mostly the work of Islamic radicals and zealots who are driven by a need to have their way, and are willing to impose their way by any means available, which, unfortunately, more often than not, includes warring with the opposing sect. Although the war mongers are far less in number than the peacemakers, the violence that results is alarming and unheard of in Western society. It also gains a lot of press that leads one to believe that Islam promotes hatred and violence over love and peace.
The teachings of Islam are indeed those of love and peace. The interpretation of those teachings by radical malcontents bent on using the religion as a springboard to their imposing their will and way of life on all of Islam makes it seem otherwise. The radicals in Islam have their counterparts in most other religious belief systems – Christianity, Judaism, Buddhists. Unfortunately for Islam, their radicals exhibit more violence against its members and non-believers than their counterparts (except, for example, some radical Jewish extremists who are also no strangers to violence, and Protestant and Catholic combatants in Northern Ireland, who have in modern times begun to lay down their arms. There are many other examples of violence inflicted by extremists, worldwide, but I’ll let you, dear reader, call them out as errors in my blog)
It is wrong to attribute hate and violence as the major teachings and practices of Islam. It has always been, and continues to be, as beautiful a religion as the other great Religions of the world. The problem for Islam is the same as the problem for other religions. That is the hateful, cruel, self-serving actions of the radical members who have the unbridled desire to have their own way at the expense of any and all other beliefs. Add to that the infantile, and in many cases, inhumane actions of those radicals to impose their beliefs on others, make it appear that the major religions advocate violence, hate and intolerance when they do not.
Let us follow the teachings of Muhhamad (PBUH), Jesus, Buddha and other leaders of the major religions as we know, in our hearts, they were meant to be followed, this time extolling peace, love, tolerance and charity and once and for all denouncing the radical, self serving and ridiculous interpretations of those leader’s teachings by the radical fringe. We might just find that over all of these centuries, our religious founders had the right idea and the correct formula for attaining peace on earth and that we would be much closer to that peace had we not allowed the radicals to get in the way.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
A Bush Short Story
I read an article condemning Jimmy Carter’s trip to meet with some of the leaders of Hammas. The article was on Darryl Cagle’s political cartoon website and it was written by, of all people, Oliver North. Rolly polly Ollie and the Contra Rebels who brought us one of this country’s most embarrassing moments when his illegal arms for drugs, er airplane parts for Iranian planes took place in the Reagan administration’s years. What a joke! Ollie North criticizing Jimmy Carter! If the Bush administration (and Clinton, Bush I, Reagan) would have kept up the initiative of the Carter administration and kept the talks active and the pressure on both the Israelis and Palestinians, Jimminy Carter would not have had to hop off to Hammas and try again to broker peace in the region. Here's what might have happened in the Bush Administration, fueled by my wild imagination.
The phone rings on President Bush's desk but he can’t get to it, he’s on the crapper reading a Rush Limbaugh book.
Mr. Bush, “Goddamn it, now who is it? It has taken me seven years to get to page 44 but it was worth it. I finally got all of my advisor’s to just say “Ditto, sir” when asked their opinions. It has saved lots of time and tax payer money and allowed me to make decisions in a rapid yet supportive manner. Ha, screw you, Frank Rich and your New York Times! You won’t be so quick to call me stupid anymore! That’s a great beginning to my legacy! Damn I wish Nancy Pelosi was here. She can wipe my ass better than anyone on my staff!!”
The answer machine clicks in, in Mr. Bush's voice: “Hi, you’ve reached the desk of the president of the United States. To continue in English, press one. (Beep, the sound of “one” being pressed.) If this is Putin or Ahmadinejad, go screw yourselves. If this is New Orleans, I did all I’m going to do! Quit calling, I don’t have the bus keys! Anyone else, leave a message after the beep, I know where the erase button is and how to use it!” Beep!
Condoleeza Rice’s voice: “Good morning, Mr. President, I was just hanging around by the pool and enjoying breakfast. Nothing’s going on, except your magnificent war in Iraq, and the rest of the week looks good, too. If you don’t mind, sir, I think I’ll take this week off and do a little shopping. I’ll see you next Monday for your staff meeting. Thank you my husb, er, president. Muwha!”
Mr. Bush tries to wipe and put the book down at the same time. He’s gotten better, he has at least not dropped the book into the toilet while attempting to fold the toilet paper! Never mind!
Bush yells; “Goddamn, now I’ll have to buy another book! I have made that damn Limbaugh rich! Oh well, the information it contains is priceless. I mean, who’d pay for it? Oh, I made a joke! I must make note of it for my legacy – sparkling humor.”
The president returns Ms. Rice’s call. “Condi, hi it’s me. George. The president! Yeah, hi, how was your breakfast? Oh, good, good, Condie, I don’t really give a shit about the pancakes, OK? Before you take the rest of the week off, do you think you could call Olmert and set up some talks between him and the Jordanians? Why the Jordanians? Because they’re both in the Middle East and we should do something about the Israeli’s difficulties with their neighbors. It will look good in my legacy. Besides, it will be a lot better than trying to talk with the frigging Palestinians. Those damn sheet heads are always crying about civil rights and the fact that the Israelis destroy the Palestinian neighborhoods and kill their children in retaliation for the suicide bombings. Well, screw ‘em! There’s no oil in Palestine, why should we listen to them? Come to think of it, there’s no oil in Israel, either. So why the hell are we supporting them? I’ll call you back, Condi.”
Mr. Bush presses a button on his intercom. The answer: “Nancy Pelosi; Hi darling, we getting together soon?”
Mr. Bush; “Sorry, Nancy, not right now. I pressed the wrong button. Bye.”
He tries again. Answer: “Lincoln Bedroom; John McCain speaking.”
Mr. Bush: “Goddamn, sorry John, go back to sleep.”
John McCain: “OK, Mr. President. I will, Mr. President. I love your war, Mr. President. Oh, and please tell his holiness, the Pope, thank you for the rosary. When you see him again, could you ask him what it’s used for?”
Bush: “Ask him yourself, he’s lying right next to you!”
John McCain, "Is that who that is? I didn't recignize him without his pointy hat! He kept me awake all night wanting to play a game he made up. He kept asking me to be an altar boy and I kepth telling him I wasn't Catholic!"
Mr. Bush, "I'm confident you can handle him, John. After all, you are a war hero!"
Bush tries another button. Answer: “Laura Bush. What do you want, asshole?”
Frustrated, he gets out from behind the desk, walks over to the door, opens it and yells “Where the hell is Bob Gates?”
Voice from down the hall answers: “He’s out hunting quail with Dick Cheney! Asshole!”
Mr. Bush: “Laura, is that you? Never mind. Oh shit, now I’ll need another Secretary of Defense!”
Bush goes back to his desk and places a call. “Good morning, General Patraeous! How are things going? What’s that? No, I understand, General, take time to duck and cover, I’ll wait.”
After several minutes: “Yeah, general, the reason I called was to ask if you have any small nuclear devices laying around that you could spare? You know, like a hand grenade or something. Well, I know they don’t make nuclear hand grenades – who’d try to use one? Right? No I guess I’m thinking of a small missile, you know, that won’t do a lot of damage but will send one hell of a message. I was wondering if you could send a couple of them into Palestinian territory, you know, mess up a couple of neighborhoods and let them know that we’re pretty much on Israel’s side. After all we want God to like us, too! You’ll see what you can do? That would be great, general. What’s that, do I know Frank Rich’s phone number? Not off hand, I’ll transfer you to Information.”
Bush thinks: “Wow, what a chapter this will make. I can see the headline now; ‘Vigorous work by Bush and his army convince the fifty four remaining Palestinians that their situation is hopeless and they agreeably sign a peace treaty with Israel’. The chapter will tell how I alone came up with the idea of a small nuclear device to get and hold the Palestinian’s attention long enough to convince them to sign a peace treaty. I’ll have the best legacy ever!”
Bush places another call, "Uncle Dick! Hi it's Georgie! Can we do lunch? I have something to tell you! You'll be so proud of me, Uncle Dick!
The phone rings on President Bush's desk but he can’t get to it, he’s on the crapper reading a Rush Limbaugh book.
Mr. Bush, “Goddamn it, now who is it? It has taken me seven years to get to page 44 but it was worth it. I finally got all of my advisor’s to just say “Ditto, sir” when asked their opinions. It has saved lots of time and tax payer money and allowed me to make decisions in a rapid yet supportive manner. Ha, screw you, Frank Rich and your New York Times! You won’t be so quick to call me stupid anymore! That’s a great beginning to my legacy! Damn I wish Nancy Pelosi was here. She can wipe my ass better than anyone on my staff!!”
The answer machine clicks in, in Mr. Bush's voice: “Hi, you’ve reached the desk of the president of the United States. To continue in English, press one. (Beep, the sound of “one” being pressed.) If this is Putin or Ahmadinejad, go screw yourselves. If this is New Orleans, I did all I’m going to do! Quit calling, I don’t have the bus keys! Anyone else, leave a message after the beep, I know where the erase button is and how to use it!” Beep!
Condoleeza Rice’s voice: “Good morning, Mr. President, I was just hanging around by the pool and enjoying breakfast. Nothing’s going on, except your magnificent war in Iraq, and the rest of the week looks good, too. If you don’t mind, sir, I think I’ll take this week off and do a little shopping. I’ll see you next Monday for your staff meeting. Thank you my husb, er, president. Muwha!”
Mr. Bush tries to wipe and put the book down at the same time. He’s gotten better, he has at least not dropped the book into the toilet while attempting to fold the toilet paper! Never mind!
Bush yells; “Goddamn, now I’ll have to buy another book! I have made that damn Limbaugh rich! Oh well, the information it contains is priceless. I mean, who’d pay for it? Oh, I made a joke! I must make note of it for my legacy – sparkling humor.”
The president returns Ms. Rice’s call. “Condi, hi it’s me. George. The president! Yeah, hi, how was your breakfast? Oh, good, good, Condie, I don’t really give a shit about the pancakes, OK? Before you take the rest of the week off, do you think you could call Olmert and set up some talks between him and the Jordanians? Why the Jordanians? Because they’re both in the Middle East and we should do something about the Israeli’s difficulties with their neighbors. It will look good in my legacy. Besides, it will be a lot better than trying to talk with the frigging Palestinians. Those damn sheet heads are always crying about civil rights and the fact that the Israelis destroy the Palestinian neighborhoods and kill their children in retaliation for the suicide bombings. Well, screw ‘em! There’s no oil in Palestine, why should we listen to them? Come to think of it, there’s no oil in Israel, either. So why the hell are we supporting them? I’ll call you back, Condi.”
Mr. Bush presses a button on his intercom. The answer: “Nancy Pelosi; Hi darling, we getting together soon?”
Mr. Bush; “Sorry, Nancy, not right now. I pressed the wrong button. Bye.”
He tries again. Answer: “Lincoln Bedroom; John McCain speaking.”
Mr. Bush: “Goddamn, sorry John, go back to sleep.”
John McCain: “OK, Mr. President. I will, Mr. President. I love your war, Mr. President. Oh, and please tell his holiness, the Pope, thank you for the rosary. When you see him again, could you ask him what it’s used for?”
Bush: “Ask him yourself, he’s lying right next to you!”
John McCain, "Is that who that is? I didn't recignize him without his pointy hat! He kept me awake all night wanting to play a game he made up. He kept asking me to be an altar boy and I kepth telling him I wasn't Catholic!"
Mr. Bush, "I'm confident you can handle him, John. After all, you are a war hero!"
Bush tries another button. Answer: “Laura Bush. What do you want, asshole?”
Frustrated, he gets out from behind the desk, walks over to the door, opens it and yells “Where the hell is Bob Gates?”
Voice from down the hall answers: “He’s out hunting quail with Dick Cheney! Asshole!”
Mr. Bush: “Laura, is that you? Never mind. Oh shit, now I’ll need another Secretary of Defense!”
Bush goes back to his desk and places a call. “Good morning, General Patraeous! How are things going? What’s that? No, I understand, General, take time to duck and cover, I’ll wait.”
After several minutes: “Yeah, general, the reason I called was to ask if you have any small nuclear devices laying around that you could spare? You know, like a hand grenade or something. Well, I know they don’t make nuclear hand grenades – who’d try to use one? Right? No I guess I’m thinking of a small missile, you know, that won’t do a lot of damage but will send one hell of a message. I was wondering if you could send a couple of them into Palestinian territory, you know, mess up a couple of neighborhoods and let them know that we’re pretty much on Israel’s side. After all we want God to like us, too! You’ll see what you can do? That would be great, general. What’s that, do I know Frank Rich’s phone number? Not off hand, I’ll transfer you to Information.”
Bush thinks: “Wow, what a chapter this will make. I can see the headline now; ‘Vigorous work by Bush and his army convince the fifty four remaining Palestinians that their situation is hopeless and they agreeably sign a peace treaty with Israel’. The chapter will tell how I alone came up with the idea of a small nuclear device to get and hold the Palestinian’s attention long enough to convince them to sign a peace treaty. I’ll have the best legacy ever!”
Bush places another call, "Uncle Dick! Hi it's Georgie! Can we do lunch? I have something to tell you! You'll be so proud of me, Uncle Dick!
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