sunset from behind the wire

sunset from behind the wire

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Making Muslims - the old fashioned way

Who says that Islam is not merciful? This girl was allegedly immoral and
had her nose cut off in lieu of being stoned to death.

(UK - Daily Mail) The changing face of Britain: A child in Birmingham is now more likely to be a Muslim than Christian. Isn't that special?



An exceptionally naive British official is quoted by the Daily Mail this way: ‘This is one of the most tolerant countries in the world. It will continue to be so, provided we all understand how that depends on respect for the beliefs of others too.’
I guess that Sharia Law will replace English Common Law sooner than later and once 51% of of those living in England are Muslim, it will be the standard, "convert or die" motif that we've seen again and again over the past 1400 years. British women will veil their faces and bodies and will become the chattel of their husbands. How exciting must that be for the women?!! The place will become an Islamic paradise -- like Iran or Yemen, but without oil.

British future:

Syrian girl stoned for 'immoral conduct' with a young man, likely one
of the stone throwers. She said that she turned him down. He accused
her of being a whore.
Islam, by its very nature, will refuse to co-exist once it has the majority. And the sand is running from the top of the hour glass to the bottom for, the British.


Bury me in the Mountains

Songs evoke memories. This one is special to me because a very good friend of mine, who died in the "War on Terror" (that the present regime refers to as a "Foreign Contingency") loved it. No, he wasn't Mexican. He worked for an intelligence agency and spent time in Mexico -- and loved the place like no other. Therefore when I hear the song, I think of friendship, of struggle against a viscous Islamic enemy, and of him, and tough situations overcome. He has a star, now among many stars in the lobby of a building on the south bank of the Potomac.

A group of us held a wake for him and with a few mariachis, we sang this song for him in his favorite restaurant in Mexico City at the conclusion of the gathering. Yes, it was sung by men in their cups, slightly out of tune. But it was to honor a dear friend. I hope that his spirit was not damaged by our shoddy - but heartfelt - rendition.


Mexico lindo y querido (in English)

The voice of my guitar
wants to sing its joy
to my mexican (home)land
when the morning wakes up

I sing to its volcanoes,
its meadows and its flowers
which are like talismans
of the love amongst my loves

My beautiful and beloved Mexico
should I die far from you
let them say I'm asleep
and bring me back to you

Let them say I'm asleep
and bring me back to you
my beautiful and beloved Mexico
should I die far from you

Let them bury me in the mountains
at the foot of the magueyales
and let this soil cover me,
this soil which is a cradle for upright men

The voice of my guitar
wants to sing its joy
to my mexican (home)land
when the morning wakes up

My beautiful and beloved Mexico
should I die far from you
let them say I'm asleep
and bring me back to you

Let them say I'm asleep
and bring me back to you
my beautiful and beloved Mexico
should I die far from you.