406: The Good About Islam…sort of

I am compelled to speak up on behalf of all of the Muslims I know, following the post I just made describing the scriptures of the Koran. I don’t know any radical Muslims. Every single one I have met (hundreds upon untold hundreds), so far as I know and have experienced, is a kind, decent, family-oriented person who has basic respect for other humans, regardless of their differing faiths. These are the majority of Muslims world-wide.

I want to share some American history with you. In the mid-to-late 1700’s the vast majority of Americans were content living under the rule of the British king. A small minority of radical terrorists (freedom fighters??) are responsible for the American Revolution that established the United States of America. That is FACT. Therefore, taking that and other examples from history, it is entirely irrelevant that the majority of Muslims are peace-loving, when they will not, themselves, muzzle the rabid dogs amongst themselves, and declare once and for all that Mohammad’s teachings that call for the death of all non-Muslims are outdated and are hereby, once and for all, abolished.

What boggles my own mind is how can someone peaceful belong to a religion whose scriptures so clearly call for war (violent, killing jihad) with the rest of the entire world? Not to CONVERT the world by persuading others that Islam is the superior religion, but by brutal, outright murder. I could respect conversion. That is an individual’s choice. That is NOT how Islam is going to take over the world, by persuasion. That is not how they are doing it this very minute in countless countries they already rule. There, they are systematically exterminating all who are not Muslim, in much the same way that Jews, gypsies, Catholics, homosexuals, and those considered “mentally deficient” were exterminated in the mid 1940’s.

WWII was supposed to be “never again.” What is the truth is that it “never ended.”

405: The Trouble With Islam

Muslims are followers of the religion of Islam, as explained by the prophet Mohammed. He made it up, modeled after the Arab life in the desert which was all he knew. Muslims are born into Islam, not necessarily converted into it, or choosing it. If your parent (either one, but especially your father) is Muslim, ipso facto, you as their child are Muslim – like it or not. There is no such thing as leaving Islam, or converting to (choosing) another religion other than Islam: the penalty for such is death. EXACTLY like the Mafia. Once you are in, you are in, period. The teachings of Islam are clear – Islam is the superior religion, and trumps all others.

And, very much like the Mafia, Islam has a very clear set of “us versus them” rules, set forth by Mohammed verbally (he was illiterate and could not read and write Arabic, his own language), and codified by his followers into holy scripture, called hadiths, or laws, which together, make up the rules of Sharia law, the code under which which Muslims live in Islamic countries. Mohammed is regarded as the perfect man (just like Jesus) only there is no claim that he actually was divine – he is just treated as such by his followers. Nothing he said, or that others wrote that he said, is questionable, under penalty of apostasy (blasphemy) and death. ANY negative or critical talk or questioning of any sort of Mohammed (or of any scripture of the Koran) is apostasy, punishable by death. No questions allowed. If your religion is so superior, why can it not stand up to the questions of others seeking to understand? What are you afraid of?

Many Muslims themselves are ignorant of what their scriptures actually say – except for what the imam (the “priest’ at the mosque) tells them. This is because Muslims accept no translations of the Koran – it must be read in Arabic – and Arabic Muslims have conquered a lot of countries that they now rule whose native languages are not Arabic. I studied Spanish for years in high school and college, and I still am at the beginner intermediate stage of literacy. The same is true for lots of Muslims, who cannot read the Arabic the Koran is written in, so they don’t know all of what it says. Even among Arabic speaking countries, there is a very high illiteracy rate, and even native speakers often cannot read the language – or the scriptures.

There is no such thing as the Christian’s Golden Rule in Islam, which says treat others as you wish them to treat you. Nothing about basic respect of human life. In fact, there is its exact opposite: one set of rules for how to treat fellow Muslims, and another set for how to treat everyone else who is non-Muslim. Guess what Mohammed had to say about everybody else not following his version of religion? Kill them. That’s right, the writings of Mohammed’s sayings record that the prophet, this ‘perfect’ man, said to kill all unbelievers (or just enslave them if they are useful to you), and that no Muslim can punish any other Muslim for this act. Marching orders and absolution (forgiveness) and praise for the act be unto him who follows this hadith. Mankind can be grateful that most Muslims have basic humanity, and choose not to obey the prophet on this law – but it IS A LAW. And there are plenty of Muslims who do choose to follow this law.

In fact, Muslims are obligated by hadith to lie to non-Muslims to help spread the religion of Islam world-wide – but allow no such talk of, or spread of other religions in the lands they control. It is a one-way street. If Islam is so perfect a religion, surely all people who learn of it will embrace it, and convert, right? No? Maybe the religion is not as perfect as you claim it to be?

There are 35,213 Koran verses, hadiths, Sharia laws and other Muslim scriptures commanding and encouraging killing, war, annihilation, corporal punishment, hatred, boycott, humiliation and subjugation for Muslim followers, which are aimed mostly at non-Muslims (Darwish, 2008, p. 219). And we, those of us who are non-Muslim, at whom most of that hatred is spewing, are supposed to believe Islam is a religion of peace. Muslims view the ‘peace’ happening only after the entire world is under Islamic rule and law, obviously, and all opposition to Islam is crushed. If the god of Islam is so all-powerful, why does he need mere humans to do his dirty work? Surely a god is powerful enough to smite his own enemies, as has been demonstrated and proved by the God of Abraham that the Jews and Christians worship. What Islam is, is a religion of tyrant men who want to take over the world, just like the cartoons on Saturday morning TV. Only these guys are serious, and they are not funny.

404: Screwed Yet Again

Sometimes we (I) get screwed unintentionally. Events, choices and circumstance (luck?) manage to combine in ways that just work me over in the worst sorts of ways, completely without intentional design, malice aforethought, or evil intentions. This is the life we live, and sometimes it just sucks. Fortunately, that is not the majority of the time, just occasionally, when these black stars align and the pieces fall into poor and undesirable order.

When that happens, you pray, you dig in, you regroup, and you perform damage control to the extent possible. You also do all that you can do to ensure that this particular set of circumstances never conspires to work you over again in this same way. Sometimes you kick your own butt because your foresight was defective, and you did not see this coming in time to head it off. Sometimes you are just a leaf floating on the flood, and there wasn’t anything you could possibly have done to avert the disaster you are now facing. Sometimes you are a parent, and you are watching disaster careen down towards your beloved child, and you can clearly see it coming, you have warned them, and they just have to learn for themselves. I was that kind of kid, too, at times. Sorry, mom and dad, that I was once too stubborn to listen and learn from your experience and wisdom.

Well. I did see this one coming, there just was little I could do to avert it. Some of the choices I made earlier, before this loomed on the horizon, tied my hands. At my work, there is a huge software program that handles, literally, every aspect of school functioning: human resources, accounting, inventory, lesson plans, standards, parent/student communication, discipline, staff, faculty, records, report cards, etc., etc., etc.

I am new to the school this year. Because I am multi-subject certified, and want to help when there is a problem, I finished this year not only as the school’s educational technology coordinator, but also as a FULL-time teacher, and a part-time administrator of this new software package. Because I have fresh eyes, I found several problems with the way our school had previously, years ago before I was hired, set up our courses. These problems mean that every report card for the last two years for both middle school and high school is wrong. In more than one way. I mean, like leaving out entire classes from student records that students took, PLUS incorrect calculation of student credits accrued towards graduation. These are not small, insignificant errors.

So, I asked to attend the international training conference for this software package that handles all of our stuff, where the errors are that I found. My school agreed to foot the bill for this, usual practice when a staff member undergoes professional development training specifically for the school. I asked for this since I was an assistant administrator on this software package, and I knew I needed to know more than I currently know about it. The other lady at my school, who is the knowledgeable person on this software, had been to the conference previously, and did not want to attend again. First hint. She also refused to commit to returning to our school for the upcoming year. Number two hint (and all that pun implies).

WHILE AT THE SOFTWARE CONFERENCE, another conference attendee from another school nearby, who used to work for the school where I work, told me that she saw a Facebook post from the software administration lady at my school celebrating that she got a new job in the USA. Poop. Shirt, shoes and sox. Dookey. Other scatological references galore. I do know what this means.

I am the only staff member from my school in attendance at this learning conference. There is no way my school can get someone else here for this training to take over the administration of this program for our school – I am it. I know I am going to be handed the administration of this Goliath software program on a silver platter, for at least the next year, in addition to the other duties I already shoulder. Crap. Scat. Coprolite. Feces. Every word on this website, times two. http://www.poopnames.com/

There is the slight possibility that the school will hire someone to do this administration instead of me – and perhaps the person will already be familiar with the program. Slight chance. Slight. I did have hints that this was coming – I just don’t have the resources to take a bunk like she did. I literally do not have the money saved to be able to relocate, in spite of attractive job offers in other schools, in other countries. *sigh*

Time to suck it up. hunker down and dig in – all of which is disgusting, considering what it is that I am sucking up, hunkering into and digging up.

402: Official “You’re an Idiot” Pass from Delta Airlines

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I qualify. Believe me. I booked in March a flight on Delta from Panama City (Panama, not Florida) to Atlanta, Georgia to attend a conference for my school. Yesterday was our last day at school, and I might have been the last employee out of the building, I had so much to get done before I left. I had this much to do because the final three days were completely and totally taken up with fixing glitches with our end-of-year printed report cards, and I did not, therefore, get any of my closing-out-the-school-year chores accomplished. At least, not in a timely manner. I did finish in a sweat and lather that would make California Chrome proud.

Then, I came home and re-packed my bags. I pack exuberantly the first time, and I do this about a week in advance, usually. Then, I let it sit, and I repack again the night before I am to depart, and ruthlessly cull the initial selections down to a single backpack. My husband requested some special intimate time before this three-week-long business trip, so that also took up part of the evening.

In all the rush and chores to mark off the list, I completely and totally forgot to CHECK IN ONLINE. I had printed my flight info back in March and knew my flight time, and I got up the morning of departure at 4 am and headed out to travel to the airport.

I don’t have a personal vehicle, and I rely on public transportation. This morning, it took an unusually long time to get to the airport, and I was starting to sweat when we got there at 7:15 for my 8:20 flight, but I was still an hour early – Oh, no, I wasn’t. The Delta rep informed me that Delta changed the flight times for those ONCE-a-day fights some months ago, and I was sent an e-mail informing me of this change – really???? The flight closed boarding a half hour earlier, now that it leaves at 7:50, not 8:20 anymore, like my flight information clearly showed.

She then informed me that she could re-book me on a flight the next morning, for this ONCE-a-day flight, for a penalty of 200 bucks and change. I don’t HAVE an extra 200 bucks, and I told her that. She sighed, and gave me a number for the Delta help desk people, and told me I could ask for a one-time (in my lifetime??) waiver of the penalty fee for being an idiot and not checking in online first. I called, and the Delta rep on the phone, obviously used to dealing with Southerners, was gracious enough to give me the “Idiot Pass,” and I am now booked in the morning. Still have to adjust the rental car reservation and the hotel reservation, and now I will be getting off the flight and going directly to the conference, instead of being able to settle into the hotel and figure my way around. Thanks, Delta.

It could be worse. It could ALWAYS be worse.

400: Good Heart Counts For Little

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Having a good heart

Wanting the best for everyone concerned

Looking out for the little guy and

Being fair

To others, not just to myself

Nets me very, very, very little on this old world.

I will be eternally grateful

That this is not my home

And that I have a better place to go

Where the others

there

Think a lot more like I do

And a lot less like nearly everyone else does

here.