The believer

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I BELIEVE in the power of positive thinking, prayer, and child brides.

Most nights, after the lights go out, I repeat: Thank you, God. Thank you, God. Thank you, God. Thank you, God.  Many times over. Then I slip into slumber.

While I subscribe to none of the God myths that run rampant across the globe, I know something is out there … or in here. Everywhere, actually. Something absolutely beyond the comprehension of people using their normal minds.

I do believe this God can be experienced. Mystics sometimes do it. It can be done with plants and herbs if you know how to use them.

Believing in God, as everyone from Southern Baptists to Buddhist monks can attest, will improve your daily life, make you feel better, make you healthier, perhaps even lengthen your time on this fascinating planet.

Which is where child brides come in. It’s good to live with the daily viewpoint of the next generation. It is refreshing and often surprising, always sweet. A gift from that God, wherever she is. Yes, God is a goddess at heart, more female than male.

Which is what makes her manifestations so endlessly tumultuous.

Mohammedan poetry

A high school principal  in Massachusetts got into hot water last Wednesday, 9/11, because a Mohammedan poem was recited over the intercom, and the Pledge of Allegiance was not.

Okay, we’ve come to expect multicultural nonsense in the U.S. school system, which is anti-American to a dreadful degree, and we are especially accustomed to the adulation of the Mohammedan world that, in large part, wants to kill our men and stone our women who are, after all, unclean.

That a Mohammedan poem would be read on that tragic date and the Pledge “overlooked” should not surprise you.

Arab feetWhat is surprising is the poem in question. As Dave Barry famously says, I am not making this up.

Was the spotlighted poet a Mohammedan version of Langston Hughes or Pablo Neruda or Robert Frost? Hardly.

It was a poet named Mohja Kahf, and the work is titled: My Grandmother Washes her Feet in the Sink at the Bathroom at Sears.

A short news story of the school’s affront can be found at Boston.com. And if you wish to read the entire poem, it can be found here.

Before you dub me a dunderhead, know that I strongly favor education about other cultures, and our own culture too. Let us teach young people about the oppressive nature of Mohammedan culture.

And the proud, productive past of our own.

Currently, we do precisely the contrary.

Reciting a poem about washing Mohammedan feet in the bathroom of Sears on 9/11 while simultaneously skipping the Pledge of Allegiance is shameful.

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