The Pink Flamingo is thinking about drawing a blank circle with a Grocho mask to represent Mohammad. Then again maybe a Kilroy might be good. I’ll come up with something that will be just as respectful as the followers of extreme Islam were on September 11, 2001.
The more people who get involved the greater the impact. Heck, they can’t kill us all, can they? I think it is a wonderful idea, which should have been done years ago!
We are dealing with a group of evil, yes I said EVIL, irrational, brain-washed, killers. They have no respect for themselves let alone anyone else. They are murderous bullies. It is time they were forced to crawl back in their caves from which they were spawned and not allowed out until they evolve into actual humans with a soul and a conscience.
Why do they get to call the shots and set the agenda?
Who died and made them little tin-plated dictators?
It would be a hell of a lot cheaper to draw pictures of Mohammad, thumb our nose at the most irrational followers, and throw shoes caked with doggie you know what at them!
I for one am sick and tired of what they are doing to our world. I am sick and tired of the politically correct cowards who cringe and stick their head in a whole when confronted with their threats. Bill O’Reilly, this week, showed just what an abject coward he was by saying he would not confront them. Shame on Bill.
Like one of the great lines from the seminal moment in American history: “You sons of bitches have been looking for a fight and now you have it.” The fight lasted less than a minute and the good guys won.
Yesterday was The Pink Flamingo’s saint day. My patron saint is St. George. There is a rather remarkable process involved in discovering just who your patron saint is. I always thought it was a bunch of horse-hockey until I became an Episcopalian and discovered that there was nothing wrong with saints. My friend Carol taught me about patron saints.
The process in learning the identify of one’s patron saint is an evolutionary one dealing with one’s faith. Strange little things happen, where you feel the Hand of God. This morning I was thinking about St. George and just why he is my saint. He is the patron saint of soldiers and of England.
Then I realized that the flag of St. George was what English crusaders wore when they went into battle against the forces of Islam.
“…Pictures of St. George usually show him killing a dragon to rescue a beautiful lady. The dragon stands for wickedness. The lady stands for God’s holy truth. St. George was a brave martyr who was victorious over the devil.
He was a soldier in the army of the Roman Emperor Diocletian, and he was one of the Emperor’s favorite soldiers. Now Diocletian was a pagan and a bitter enemy to the Christians. He put to death every Christian he could find. George was a brave Christian, a real soldier of Christ. Without fear, he went to the Emperor and sternly scolded him for being so cruel. Then he gave up his position in the Roman army. For this he was tortured in many terrible ways and finally beheaded.
So boldly daring and so cheerful was St. George in declaring his Faith and in dying for it that Christians felt courage when they heard about it. Many songs and poems were written about this martyr. Soldiers, especially, have always been devoted to him.. …”