Europe, the beaten wife
It has occurred to me recently that there are alot of similarities between the relationship between radical islam and Europe, and an abusive spousal relationship.
Think about it. Islam constantly talks down to Europe. It abuses and belittles everything that Europe holds dear, but becomes violently indignant whenever Europe shows the least bit of uppittiness, and smacks Europe down at talking back.
It starts with the little things. The abuser insists that the submissive wear a beeper at all times, "so I can check up on you". Then she needs to cut her hair. Stop dressing "so slutty".
Islam insists that McDonalds removes its ice cream because it looks like the symbol for Allah. You can't have a pig in a town square in England because pork is "offensive". Pork is no longer served in public schools. A bank stops giving out piggy banks.
At first, the little things are so inconsequential, that the wife doesn't mind doing them, especially when it seems so important to him.
Gradually, the tasks get bigger and bigger. Stop seeing your friends. The belittling continues. Whenever she starts to speak up, his reaction is so angry and over the top, that she stops confronting him.
There are riots in France. The leaders tolerate the violence, explaining that they understand the woes of the abusers.
A year later there are riots all over Europe. People die. Islam comes right out and proclaims, "Europe, your 911 is coming." "I will kill you if you try to leave."
Europe responds: "We're sorry we offended your religion. We deserve it. We won't do it again. Just please don't be mad at us anymore."
Think about it. Islam constantly talks down to Europe. It abuses and belittles everything that Europe holds dear, but becomes violently indignant whenever Europe shows the least bit of uppittiness, and smacks Europe down at talking back.
It starts with the little things. The abuser insists that the submissive wear a beeper at all times, "so I can check up on you". Then she needs to cut her hair. Stop dressing "so slutty".
Islam insists that McDonalds removes its ice cream because it looks like the symbol for Allah. You can't have a pig in a town square in England because pork is "offensive". Pork is no longer served in public schools. A bank stops giving out piggy banks.
At first, the little things are so inconsequential, that the wife doesn't mind doing them, especially when it seems so important to him.
Gradually, the tasks get bigger and bigger. Stop seeing your friends. The belittling continues. Whenever she starts to speak up, his reaction is so angry and over the top, that she stops confronting him.
There are riots in France. The leaders tolerate the violence, explaining that they understand the woes of the abusers.
A year later there are riots all over Europe. People die. Islam comes right out and proclaims, "Europe, your 911 is coming." "I will kill you if you try to leave."
Europe responds: "We're sorry we offended your religion. We deserve it. We won't do it again. Just please don't be mad at us anymore."
6 Comments:
Is that true about the ice cream?
By Aunt B, at 9:12 AM
Yes it is. It happened in England. The muslims decided that the swirls resembled the symbol for allah, so they had a fit and McDonoylds decided to pull it rather than offen the poor muslims.
By Exador, at 3:01 AM
Hmm. I should totally take my ability to pull a Dairy Queen cone over to England and teach it to them. I could become a thousandaire in no time.
By Aunt B, at 5:40 AM
What was really superweird about the ice cream thing was that it only looked like the word "allah" if you looked at it in a magic-eye kinda way, upside down and sideways.
I have no idea how the dude who complained even saw it. It must be an issue of that being his initial language so he's more familiar with it.
By Kat Coble, at 8:22 AM
I really don't have a comment, but your word verify password is 'jziim'.
Oddly enough, jziim can look like the name for Allah in Arabic if swirled properly.
By Anonymous, at 11:44 AM
You need a new hobby.
By Exador, at 2:11 PM
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