Here we got this irate Iranian, who much less than any "president", looks more like some character off a New Orleans crackhouse doorstep, or maybe you like the Florida Keys and Norman's Cay? like right out of a frame from Blow and from beating the crap out of Johnny Depp, this guy? this Mahmoud Ahmadinejad we got here threatening to return eye for eye, ink for ink and paper for paper, a "holocaust cartoon" in retribution for every bomb-turbaned Muhammad in the Sunday Funnies.

What is this--kid's day at the fair? or politics of the world, Usenet-style?

At table tonight, over a dinner of chili and cornbread, and my own secret recipe for home-made French dressing on the salad (I defy anyone to say he or she knows so well as either Kraft or I, what the true secret to an orange and creamy French dressing really is); I was saying to my so very fine little ol' Sweet Mama, I was saying to her over a big bite of butter-drenched home-baked cornbread whilst watching the news, "Hey! Those Muslims really know how to jump up and down, don't they?"

"They sure do," said she.

"Up and down, up and down," says me.

"They do that a lot," she mused upon having herself a sip of tea.

"And every time you turn on the TV you see a bunch of Moslems jumping all over the place--look at 'em," I decried.

"Naw!" She just kept looking at me. "I already saw 'em a million times, already. And besides, all that jumping up and down would upset my stomach. I'm eating my salad with your famous French dressing, here."

But I was getting all carried away by a new thought, and so I said, "Shoot, baby; I mean, don't they see how this totally lets the air out of their only excuse for being all mad like that?"

"Whaddaya mean?" She was lustfully watching me eat my chili- -being on that diet like she is.

I told her: "I mean they just trashed their own case with this "Holocaust cartoon" threat. No sooner do they commit what they think to be the same crime . . ."

"Yeah," she said. "If they don't think twice about doing the same, like, horrible thing, then all that jumping up and down is just for show."

"Their rage is phony."

"They don't really believe it's as bad as they say, if they're willing to do it, too."

"Totally phony. And look what terrible aim they got. There they are jumping up and down against the Danes, but they are throwing cartoons at the Jews."
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They can't make Jesus and Moses their target because Islam regards those names as objects of veneration and reverence. So the Holocaust is their only hope for retribution. They consider that the Holocaust is something sacred to Jews and to many Christians; something you can't poke fun at. And since something you can't joke around about is the very definition of the "holy", then why have we not as yet thought necessary to begin referring to the "Holy Holocaust"?

It's dead wrong, is all. The Holocaust is not holy, as indeed it is the end and the destruction of all things holy and sacred to the conscience of man. The awe in which the Holocaust is beheld is not of reverence but of horror and disgust. Even so, idolaters are forever amongst us, always falling to the error and heresy, the foolishness of making the unholy holy--as we go fearing to give breath to the word "Holocaust" right out loud in public, speaking that word as though it were one of the names of God.

But, as it takes an idolater to know an idolater, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad would choose the Holocaust as his target. And of course he and all his jumping up and down brethren are indulged in idolatry, par excellence. Indeed! For haven't we heard it said just of late concerning their very 'Prophet', that by his commandment there were to be no images kept of him at all? No? Yes? Well, it's been about a year since I've last read the Koran, and while I'm not sure about that, it does not mean such a directive does not stand somewhere upon the pages of the Hadith, or elsewhere.

Presuming what we've heard about such a ban is so, then there could have been but one spiritually discerned reason for it, which would be to make emphatic the understanding that the true being or essence of Muhammad cannot subsist in anything made of matter. Thus, there can be no image of Muhammad; no image can capture the height and infinitude of his immortal holiness, and for that reason, it would be understood that by mocking an image supposed to be of Mohammed, Muhammad will not be mocked.

No true Moslem could take affront from such effrontery; every really with-it Muslim would only look at it and laugh to think that the author of such a cartoon could be so abysmally dim.

Unfortunately however, as we have seen, there is no such thing as a "true Muslim" who is presently out there laughing. No, they are all out there jumping up and down, while choking and puking on their own rage. They are not laughing, they are whining, howling and squealing like a bunch of stuck pigs. And there is a reason for that.

What all this reveals is the Achilles Heel of Mohammedanism, exposing the reason, the very reason, the one fundamental reason as to why Muhammad is a False Prophet. Observe, if indeed it be the case that somewhere either in the Qur'an or the Hadith there is such a proscription against any images of "the Prophet" then what ought that tell you about just who he really thinks--despite all outward sayings to the contrary--he is? For who but God, and God alone is worthy of commanding that no image can ever be made of himself? Who but God may be revealed and revered as having such a High Humility in regard of himself?

Who was it but God, JHVH himself, that said to Moses when Moses asked for the divine name, to go and mind his own business? It was God who said to Moses, "You have the nerve to ask for my name?" And Moses being dumbfounded could only stand there in his bare feet in front of the Bush that Burned and stare, as God went on to say, "Schlemazl! Nebbish! Oy! You ask me for my name? I'll tell you my name: my name is Jealous!"

Whoa. And do you understand what God meant by such High Wit as that? Well, he just goes right on to explain to Moses, in order to be understood. "I'll tell you who I am," said God, "I Am Who I Am!" JHVH. He Is Who He Is, and so his name, upon being asked for it, is "Jealous"!

Get it?