You know what bothers me? Of course you do. You’ve been reading this publication for months now. You know what really bothers me? Our national catalogue of “commemorative days.” These include, but are not limited to, Lebanese Heritage Month (November), the National Day of Observance for COVID-19 (March 11), and my personal favorite — British Home Child Day (September 28). For those who don’t celebrate, on British Home Child Day every Commonwealth citizen is required to take in at least one homeless British child and make sure they finish their meat before they eat their pudding.
Recently, and because it’s my duty as a Canadian to treasure each and every one of these days, I noticed that Canada now has TWO separate days on which we’re expected to acknowledge, and presumably act on, Islamophobia. But herein lies a problem. For most commemorative days, it’s enough to burn some incense, sacrifice a cat, or wallow in feces with your neighbor. But what can you, a lowly citizen, do in solidarity against Islamophobia?
Easy. Just say it’s a thing. Say it exists.
See, Islamaphobia is a bit like Peter Pan’s pet fairy, Tinkerbell. If you want her to live, and not die, you have to shout her name. You have to clap loudly. You have to let your friends and relations know she isn’t just made up. If you don’t, she will disintigrate like a malt ball in the washing machine.
So vast is your government’s benevolence that all they require from you is this tiny little lie. Okay, well maybe a few more. Alright, so a lot more. But don’t worry — they’re all just little. Boys can be girls. “Assault style” is a definition. Israel is a terrorist state, Palestine is not. The grass is blue, the sky is green.
The state, via Canada’s Magic Multicultural Calendar, really wants you to believe it cares about diversity when what it actually cares about is making the notion of a single transcendant authority seem ridiculous. With the ultimate end goal of inserting itself as the sole authority (Psalm 2). What they don’t realize, of course, is that Islam doesn’t care about progressive values. It doesn’t care about gender equality week or national day for truth and reconciliation. It isn’t interested in a seat at the table.
It wants the whole table.
In which I state uncomfortable facts
The fact is, there’s no such thing Islamophobia. The term is about as meaningful as neurotoxiphobia or hurricaniphobia.
A phobia is an irrational fear. But there is nothing irrational about fearing/avoiding/rejecting a religion whose entire history consists of violent subjugation. Where you can witness, in real time, entire villages jumping around and cheering while the body of a battered woman lies bleeding out in the back of a jeep. Where you can observe, with your own eyes, what present-day Islamic republics do to those who protest their regimes.
These are not exceptions. They are normative. Where Islam goes, people suffer.
Where is such bad branding supposed to turn? The answer is Canada.
For all those lauding Carney’s recent speech, few seem interested in the man’s supernatural powers of contradiction. On the one hand he wants “to take decisive action to address the horrifying rise in hate and hate-motivated crimes.” On the other hand, he wants to welcome an ideology responsible for more hate crimes than anything else in the modern world — except maybe communism. As totalizing systems, dissent can’t be tolerated within either of them. Once in power, they not only have no problem biting the hand that fed them, but going on to devour the rest of whoever the hand was attached to.
Sadly, Canadian soil, being rich in suicidal empathy, has become a destination wedding for would-be autocrats from all over the world. All they have to do is claim to be a persecuted minority and Canadian officials on both Left and Right will crawl over each other in a desperate bid to appear The Most Compassionate. “Here’s some money! Here’s a phone! Here’s free accommodations! Here’s some guns! Here’s a driver’s license! Here’s a place to build your mosque! Here’s a seat in parliament!”
Honour to whom honour
In Romans 13:7, Paul says to “Give to everyone what you owe them: If you owe taxes, pay taxes; if revenue, then revenue; if respect, then respect; if honor, then honor.”
It comes down to honour. If you honour the things that are honourable, and dishonour the things that are dishonourable, your life will be ordered. For example, the fear (reverence, honour) of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. When you reject the fear of the Lord, you don’t get wisdom. You get lunacy. You start believing stupid, dangerous statements like “Islam is a religion of peace
Our problem is that we don’t know who, or what, to honour. We don’t know the criteria of honour. We don’t even know what honour looks like. We remove statues of objectively great men and replace them with “multidisciplinary artworks.” We hang tranny flags alongside national and provincial ones. We prioritize criminals over victims. We prefer doctrines of demons over “the word of the Lord [which] endures forever.” The same Word which, incidentally, our country was founded on.
All of this will be accused of unloving. But this accusation should hold as much weight as a blind man who tells you he doesn’t like your tablecloth pattern. He can’t see. To love someone is to tell them the truth. It is to give honour where honour is due. It is to withhold honour where it is not due. It is to administer ridicule where it is due. Elijah didn’t bow his head in quiet support while the prophets cut themselves on Mt. Carmel. He asked them when they thought Baal would be done in the bathroom.
There is nothing about Muhammed, or the life of Muhammed, or the various maxims he scribbled on rock and leaves, that is remotely deserving of honour. It is, in fact, worthy of the highest and most explicit ridicule.
And if you don’t think saying such a thing is loving Muslims, I’ve got a calendar to sell you.
Just another of Carney’s Victor Havlov signs in the window. Things we are obliged to say are true to get along, despite evidence to the contrary