How to discourage Muslims from colonizing America
Re the entry, “Are the Muslims faking us out in the battle over the Ground Zero mosque?”
Previously, my favored solution for Ground Zero was to rebuild the structures there as in 1951 (Singer, Hudson Terminals, Radio Row), when America was atop the world and all three New York City baseball teams finished in first place. (RIP Bobby Thomson, by the way).
However, now that the Mohammedans are moving faster than we are in the area, allow me to offer a cheaper and more immediate way to begin to reclaim the land for our culture: return to 1842.
That was the year Charles Dickens was chased by wild pigs in the streets of Lower Manhattan.
Nothing would defile a mosque faster than the introduction of pigs into the environs.
Porcine warfare is somewhat of a tradition among infidels on what Prof. Huntington called the “bloody borders” of the Moslem ecumene.
Americans love pigs. Why not take advantage of it?
“Americans love pigs.”
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I promise you the following is true. Earlier this afternoon, I was having brunch with a female VFR reader. She had eggs benedict with Canadian bacon, I had eggs benedict with smoked salmon. We were talking about bacon and ham and how well they go with eggs, and I said, “I love pigs.”
Or maybe I said, “Pigs are lovable,” or “Pigs are wonderful,” but it was something like that. I was thinking of pigs as creatures in their own right, but also of pigs as this amazing source of food.
This goes back to the beginning of America. In the 17th and 18th centuries, on the early frontier, hogs were Americans’ number one food. They would let the hogs roam free on their farms and grow nice and big, and slaughter them when they needed them.
In any case, I’m all for your idea of unleashing pigs in lower Manhattan, or wherever Muslims are seeking to build a mosque. We can simultaneously return to an earlier America, and make America undesirable to Muslims so that they will leave us alone. To paraphrase Bob Dylan, if pigs run free, then why not we?
By chance, I was also thinking of pigs today. Reading a book of the early history of the Middle East by Bernard Lewis, I was struck by this comment:
Farm animals, kept for food, were few. The pig, so important in the husbandry of other civilizations, was excluded by the taboo which Islam shared with Judaism. Some historians have even argued that the pig set the geographical limits of Islamic expansion, when the Muslim conquerors reached Spain, the Balkans, and western China. Despite centuries of Muslim rule in these lands, the Muslim faith did not take root among their pig-rearing and pork-eating peoples.
There is a general idea that Islam came conquering with a sword to each throat forcing conversion or death, but this seems to have not been the case. The Arabs came to plunder and rule, and as long as taxes were paid, they weren’t too concerned about converting the local population. Over time, ambitious people accepted conversion as a practical way to curry favor with the ruling elite, lower their taxes, and get ahead in life. Eventually, people gave up their traditional religious identities, their local languages, their cultures—but not their pigs! So their love of pigs served as a protection against the temptation to surrender fully to the overwhelming dominance of the Islamic invasion.
Well, as Ron K. suggested, maybe the “bloody borders” of the Islamic world should be renamed the “piggy borders.”
Will D. writes:
Some more personal reflections, if I may …
1951! The year my parents arrived in New York. The precise date: September 11. I have in my possession the letter my mother wrote home to her parents the day they arrived, complete with postmarked envelope. She was 21, married less than a year, and very excited to be there. My father, pursuing a doctorate in political science, had been offered fellowships by NYU and William & Mary. He chose NYU. My Southern roots notwithstanding, I’m glad he chose New York.
Ben W. writes:
Would it be appropriate for Miss Piggy to visit the bridge-building mosque?
Absolutely. These are the kinds of creative ideas we need.
Posted by Lawrence Auster at August 22, 2010 06:34 PM | Send
Of course, having Miss Piggy at a demo might not be considered respectable by some. The demo might have to divide into two, one for the respectables, one for the unrespectables.