There Is No Honor, No Honor, No Honor—In Islam 

By Denis Schulz

2006/02/14

from www.maxflackreport.com 

When Shane called Wilson a ‘dirty Yankee liar,’ Wilson reached for his shootin’ iron. What else was he to do? He had been insulted; demeaned; defamed. And unless he responded immediately to the challenge he would never be able to show his face in Grafton again. Suing was out of the question, lawyers were expensive, and Shane didn’t have a pot to boil coffee in. So Wilson went down to the hardware store and bought some bullets. His honor was at stake—such as it was. 

On May 20, 1856, Senator Charles Sumner (R-MA) rose in the Senate to trash the Kansas-Nebraska Act. During the course of the speech he made several insulting references to Senator Andrew Butler (D-SC), one of the bill’s co-sponsors. Butler had taken  “…a mistress,” said Sumner, “…who, though ugly to others, is always lovely to him; though polluted in the sight of the world, is chaste in his sight—I mean, the harlot, Slavery.” Two days later, Butler’s nephew, US Congressman Preston Brooks (D-SC), strode into the Senate chamber and beat Sumner half-to-death with a gutta-percha cane with a solid gold handle. Uncle Andy’s honor has been at stake; Preston ‘Bully’ Brooks’ honor had been at stake; the South’s honor had been at stake—such as it was. 

So it is with Islam. The less honor reposing in a person or a group, the more angry and violent the response to any challenge, real or imagined, by said person or group. 

Voltaire said, “I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.” He wasn’t there for Shane or Charles Sumner, but it’s the thought that counts. It’s in the First Amendment to the US Constitution: the freedom of Speech; the freedom of _Expression; the freedom of Thought; the freedom to Doodle; the freedom to take photographs of a crucifix suspended in a jar of urine and pass it off as art. One could, theoretically, paint a picture of The Holy Virgin Mary and cover it with elephant dung and call it art. Actually, that’s what Chris Ofili did and he won a prestigious art award for what some called an abomination. (Liberal avant-garde artists seem to be fascinated with urine and feces) 

Art connoisseurs, obviously knowing more about body wastes than the average person, said Ofili’s masterpiece was ‘shocking,’ ‘deliberately provocative’ and was intended to ‘jolt viewers into an expansive frame of reference.’ 

Could that have been the idea behind the 12 drawings of Mohammed that appeared in Jyllands-Posten?  Was it to shock—to provoke—to expand a frame of reference? Now. Absolutely not! It seems more like something the old gang at Mad Comics would have done to while away the time between Smilin’ Melvin and Melvin of the Apes. But shock it did—like a cattle prod going full blast. And provoke? Like poking a stick in a hornet’s nest, though it did little to expand anyone’s frame of reference. Islam is still mired in the 7th Century. But the artists are in hiding, Jyllands-Posten has apologized, the Danish embassy in Damascus was torched, protesters in Pakistan are chanting ‘Death to France’ and ‘Death to Denmark,’ Iran’s precious little rat-bag is waving Islam’s bloody shirt, and poor little England who has been apologizing profusely for three months has, nevertheless, been threatened with another 7/7. 

Wilson would have understood; Bully Brooks would have understood; the Hatfields and the McCoys would have understood. It’s about honor—real, imagined, or mistaken—those who have the least of it spend the most time defending it. Whether it’s Wilson, Brooks or Islam they bully, they threaten, they insist upon having their way. At least six centuries behind the West in social and technological development, Islam cannot catch up with the modern world without embracing the very freedoms and ways of doing things they have despised for 1,400 years. To do so would dishonor them; it would be worse than death. But if they can conquer the dar al-Harb and restore the Caliphate all will be well and the Prophet will be pleased. He may even put out the fuse in his turban. And they were well on their way to doing just that. By subterfuge, by taquiya, by playing on the gullibility of the Noam Chomskys and the John Espositos, by taking advantage of the spinelessness of Europe’s secularized society and the mind-numbing obtuseness of an America opiated on cultural diversity they were within a mere hadith or sura of success when, almost by accident, 12 of the most unlikely Rosa Parks' imaginable sat down at their drawing boards and exposed the ugly face of Islam. And like Wilson and Bully Brooks they responded with violence. 

Let it be said: There is no honor in cutting the hands off thieves; there is no honor in the murder of a wife or sister or daughter because of the sexual incompetence of some braying jackass; there is no honor in collapsing or even talking about collapsing buildings on gays and lesbians; there is no honor in locking women up in houses and clothing them in garbage bags so some maladjusted sexist chauvinist pig can feel superior to someone; there is no honor in screaming ‘Death to Israel,’ and ‘Death to America; there is no honor…no honor…no honor… 

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