A good Moslem king was one who was strict in religion, valiant in battle, just in giving judgment among his people, but not one who had the slightest objection in international matters to removing his neighbour’s landmark.
–G.K. Chesterton, 1911
I awoke this morning wondering if Islam has already won.
Does the fact that Americans are spending the day in solemn observation of this date, September 11th, mourning the more than 3,000 deaths by Muslim aggression, stand as proof that those who profess to be carrying out the commands of their Prophet Mohammad, presently have the upper-hand and distinct strategic advantage over the entirety of Western Civilization?
Why are we not, instead, celebrating that on this date, September 11, 1683, the Christian defenders of Western Civilization fought successfully against an effort by Islam to rampage across Europe and turn Saint Peter’s Basilica into a mosque?
When was the last time anyone in America celebrated, or even learned about the Christian victory over the Ottoman Turks, who, led by Kara Mustafa, had held Europe under siege at the Gates of Vienna throughout the summer of 1683? Why is the name of John III Sobieski not known in households throughout the free world? Continue reading “WHY SEPTEMBER 11th?”→
Donald Trump will be interviewed by golf commentator David Feherty tonight at 9:00 on the Golf Channel. Feherty is, like most everyone in the golf industry, a pretty conservative fellow, so the hour-long program promises to be fair and fun.
[After way too long a break from posting, here’s how I feel…]
I sat on the story. Dammit! I had the story. I liked the story, a lot. I outlined it, roughed out a couple potential opening paragraphs. Each could easily be transformed into a transitioning 2nd paragraph, when the time came.
In late winter each year, the 11th and 12th grade students of Chop Point School in Woolwich embark on a journey that is transformational for each of them and holds the promise of positively impacting the lives of the children who live at the city dump in Managua, Nicaragua.
Growing up in Chicago and her suburbs in the 1960s/70s provided for a very media-rich upbringing, although I was unaware at the time just how muscular it was. When we weren’t out exploring alleyways, finding mud holes to disrupt, or playing motorcycle gang wars on our banana-seated bicycles, I could be found lying on the living room floor with either one of two daily newspapers splayed out in front of me like some kind of map to the world, with local radio playing in the background. TV was likely on simultaneously, and I can still absorb and identify up to five stimuli at the same time. Continue reading “Studs Terkel & Jerry Garcia”→