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I’m looking for some guests to post about writing. Whether you just blog, are a beginning author (like me! :-D), or a published novelist, I’d like you to post a blog for my readers. Tell us a bit about what you’re writing about: Is it random thoughts? Is it a novel? A screen play? A children’s book? Or, share some of your writing routine: Do you write for two hours every morning no matter what? Do you map things out step-by-step? Or do you write by the seat of your pants? Maybe even share some of your writing expertise: Are settings your speciality? Are you great at showing your character’s feelings? Maybe you are awesome at allowing your MC’s to get into trouble? Don’t forget, after you post for us, leave a link to your blog and/or book(s). I want my readers to find you, too.

Any thing like that would be awesome. Leave a comment below indicating your interest, or contact me one of the otherways.

More Jennifer Steel (Raw)

Rob glanced at the carbon fiber face of his Black Seal MTM watch. Jennifer had been gone for over two hours. It was only supposed to take forty-five minutes. He sighed and looked at his friend. The blond woman smiled back and shook her head. “It’s too soon, Rob. You know the deadline is three hours,” she said in a cultured British accent.
“No one has ever taken that long!” He rubbed his forehead. He was developing a headache.
“You worry too much. You know she can do this. You wouldn’t have recruited her otherwise.”
“Oh, really? Have you forgotten about Mary?”
She shook her head, curls flying. “No. She was an aberration, remember. There was no way for you to know she was a half.”
A rumble of laughter came from the senior man. “Other than the nihilism, you mean?”
“Nietzsche was a human. Hard to get more nihilistic than him.”
“Okay. Good point,” Rob said.
A yellow light began pulsing. A second later, a small siren began to “wheep” softly. A young man hurried up. He carried a tablet computer in his hands and had a hands free communicator in his ear. “Mr. Worthington, we have a problem.”
“What is it, Mr. Stevenson?”
Stevenson swallowed hard. He hated to be the bearer of bad news. Especially the kind like this. “Um, the Walker of Worlds is there. He spoke with Ms. Steel and he knows she has his sword.” As he spoke, Stevenson sidled closer to the door. He didn’t want to be around when Rob blew up.
Rob ran his fingers through his dark hair. He shook his head, and looked down at the floor. “Just what we don’t need. Now I have to go in.”
The blond woman touched his arm. “You do and she gets disqualified. Those are the rules.”
Rob sighed. “Damn it.” He looked up, but didn’t see the Ops tech. “Stevenson!” he barked.
The young man poked his head cautiously back into the room. “Yes, sir?”
“Give me a sitrep.”
He nodded and tapped the tablet a few times, then pushed his finger towards the 15 foot viewing screen to Rob’s left. Rob and the blond woman turned and watched Carter confront Lilith and Jennifer running off. Rob sighed again. He hated when things went off the rails like this.
“Alright. We will continue to wait. I recommend that we terminate the countdown under the circumstances.”
The blond woman nodded. “Agreed. Mr. Stevenson, make it so.”
The young man tilted his head and tapped again at the tablet. “Done, Director.”

What do you guys think so far?

Yet More Jennifet Steel (Raw)

Jennifer slowly came to. She was dimly aware that her legs were cold. ‘Damn it. I kicked the blankets off again,’ she thought. She hated when she did so. It happened every time she hung out with Rob. She had no idea why, but it was really irritating. She reached to punch her pillow, which was feeling oddly hard, and came fully awake when her hand hit the cold stone. She sat up in a hurry. A quick look down her body had conflicting emotions running through her. One the one hand, she was dressed; in a shift, it appeared, but still dressed. The worst part was the knowledge that someone had undressed her to put this on her. She felt…violated, and furious.
Jennifer looked around and saw that one candle had burned down and been replaced with a fresh one. She glanced down at herself and saw the shift was a finely woven fabric of some type and belted with a golden rope around her hips. On her feet were a pair of soft leather boots that came up to mid-calf. Her sword was laying on the bed in a dark leather sheath. She picked it up and examined it. The baldric was belted for someone larger than she was. She fiddled with the straps for a few minutes before figuring out how to loosen and tighten it. She slipped the baldric over her right shoulder so she could draw the sword with her right hand, and tightened the straps. When it was comfortable, she headed out the wooden door near the recliner.
Outside, she found herself in a soaring pine forest. She lifted her face, letting the light and shadow dance across her skin. Bees hummed in and out of a cluster of wild rose bushes. She paused to inhale their perfume before deciding to hurry on, delighting at the sound of her boots crunching pine needles underfoot. Not too far away, she could hear a creek chuckling as it tumbled over different levels of rocks. It wasn’t long before she could see it through the trees. Jennifer decided to walk towards the creek. As she walked, she startled a pair of rabbits. She didn’t get to see much as they streaked out of sight, just a flash of long ears and twin streaks of brown fur. She felt a smile spread across her face as she continued. She’d never seen wild rabbits before. She brushed up against the rough bark of an immense pine, and getting sticky pine tar on her bare arm. She tried brushing the white tar off, but only succeeded in spreading it further along her arm. She scowled at the mess, hating the tacky feel of it. A noise above her caused her to look up and forget all about the pine tar on her arm. A pair of grey squirrels chased each other through the tree branches, leaping boldly from limb to limb, sending a shower of needles and twigs down on her. She found herself giggling like a little girl at their antics. A soft, warm wind began to blow across her face and playfully toss her hair across her eyes. While she walked across the rich, loamy, black earth, long blades of grass caressed her bare legs. Birds resumed twittering in the treetops. The insects never bothered to stop their humming.
The ground became softer and wetter as she approached the banks of what turned out to be a wide river. Soon, Jennifer came to the edge of the running water. It was a beautiful blue, perfectly reflecting the clear sky above. As her gaze roamed the stretch of waterway, she could see that the river grew swifter about fifty feet further down. She made her way to it, the sound of a waterfall building in volume as she got closer. She soon found herself on a rocky outcropping far above a plunge pool, with a white, frothy cascade of water diving all the way down to it. A cool mist landed on her skin, beading up and then running down her limbs as far below, a deer drank from the pool at the bottom of the waterfall. A flat boulder rose up from the center of the plunge pool, it’s sun-baked surface drawing her on like a cat to a sunny window seat. She absently wiped spray from her cheeks as she contemplated her sudden wish to dive in to the pool below.
Jennifer leaned towards the waterfall, her lips parted, breathing faster and shallower. Her cheeks were flushed, and she wore a big grin of anticipation. She practically vibrated with excitement. Her lips shone as she unconsciously continually licked them. ‘I’m gonna do it!’ she thought. She took three giant steps backwards, stopped, and then raced forward and dove off the outcropping of rock.
“Yaaaaa-hoooooo!” she yelled as she fell.
She arched her back, swept her arms forward and executed a perfect swan dive into the plunge pool at the base of the waterfall. Ignoring the sound of thousands of gallons of water thundering into the pool, Jennifer pushed to the surface, taking a huge breath as she broke it. She threw a triumphant fist into the air, laughing giddily at the same time.
“Yes! That was amazing! I wish Rob had seen that!”
‘Now why the hell did I say that?’ she mused, dropping her arm.
She swam to the boulder in the middle of the pool and pulled herself up onto it. She slid her fingers through her wet hair, slicking it back. She then lay back on the sun warmed boulder and looked up at the clear blue sky. She enjoyed the gentle heat of the sun as it warmed her and pulled the moisture from her skin and drenched clothing. The scent of the water saturated air, combined with the smell of rich earth and green, growing things further served to relax her.
Suddenly, the wind began to pick up, kicking a fine spray of grit over Jennifer’s body. At the same time, the light hairs on her arms and the nape of her neck stood straight up. She felt dizzy as if she had twirled in place. Chills danced up her spine and down her arms as she unknowingly bit at her lower lip and cleared her throat. Her mouth went dry as she sat up and looked around her. She could see nothing, but her legs were growing tense as if she wanted to start running. She stood, tears falling unnoticed down her cheeks. She abruptly turned and dove into the water, swimming for the shore. Oddly, the water felt colder and thicker as if it wanted to keep her from reaching the safety of the shore. She finally scrambled from the water and backed away from the water which suddenly seemed dark and sinister. Jennifer wrapped her arms tightly about her body as she shook uncontrollably and gasped for air.
A cold, white mist grew above the surface of the plunge pool. The animal and insect sounds faded away. The smell of earth grew stronger as the mist grew thicker. Jennifer back around a tree and continued to watch. A bank of fluffy, greenish-black clouds formed near the center of the boulder she had sunned herself on just moments ago. The clouds began to spiral up and into a vaguely humanoid form. A bolt of lightning struck the center of the clouds, leaving a bluish after image on her vision and the smell of ozone in her nostrils. Jennifer was surprised when she wasn’t deafened by thunder. Air, superheated by the lightning bolt seconds ago, exploded outward, nearly deafening her. She cringed, having never been so close to a lightning strike before.
Blinking away tears of pain, and the after images of the bolt, Jennifer looked back at the boulder in the center of the waterfall’s plunge pool. Standing confidently on the rock was a statuesque, curvy woman. She had long, thick rich red-orange hair, long sable lashes, and ice blue eyes. Her face was perfectly symmetrical and flawless. She had firm, up thrust breasts, a line outlining her abdominal muscles, and a defined “V” shape where her abs descended to her pubis, which had no hair. There was a very evident inward curve to the outline of her body at her waist and a sharp flare outward at her hips. She had muscular, yet feminine legs and delicate feet. Poking up above her shoulders were a folded pair of bat-like wings, the fingers of which were black.
“Come here, child,” the creature said in a soprano voice.
Jennifer unconsciously checked that her sword was loose in it’s sheathe by lifting it a bit with her thumb and letting it drop back. ‘I have three options,’ she thought, ‘I can run, I can go talk to her, or I can attack.’ After a few seconds of deliberation, she gave a heavy sigh and approached the creature with dragging feet. She nibbled on her bottom lip as she approached the bank of the pool of water. The winged creature snapped her wings out, showing an impressive span. She flapped them slowly at first, then more rapidly. She gently rose into the air, the downdraft causing wavelets to ripple away from the boulder. Shortly, the creature was settling gracefully to the ground before Jennifer.
“What are you?” she said in a strained voice.
“I am Lilith, the Mother.”
“Mother of what?”
Lilith gave a small smile. “All.”
Jennifer’s right eyebrow arched up. “Are you trying to get me to believe that you are the Eve from the Christian bible?”
Lilith shook her head. “No, Jennifer, my dear. I’m informing you that I am the one all Abrahamic religions call Eve. You may believe what you wish.”
“Rob says religions are make believe.”
“Rob? Is he your mate?”
“Oh god, no. We’re just friends.”
Lilith chuckled. “Have it your way.” She suddenly got serious. “I have a favor to ask of you.”
“What kind of favor?” Jennifer asked suspiciously.
“A helpful one. Now listen: Not too far from here is a gem. It is in the shape of a clenched fist. It looks like it is made from a blue-white diamond, but it is really a different kind of mineral; one not found on your world. I need you to get it and hand it to me.”
“That’s it?”
Lilith nodded her head. “That’s it.”
“What’s in it for me?”
“I can give you your heart’s desire. The one you won’t even admit to yourself.”
Long association with Rob made her say, “The question is: Will you do so?”
“Yes, I wi-”
“Don’t trust her Jennifer!” a man’s voice thundered.
Jennifer and Lilith turned to the new comer. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man with long and thick black hair. He had dark eyes, high cheek bones and a wide jaw which was covered with dark stubble as if he hadn’t shaved that morning. He was clad in a silvery, purple-green colored, form-fitting armor. Across his forehead was a band of the same color of his armor. He looked regal, deadly, and intimidating. When Lilith saw him, her face contorted into a snarl of black rage. Her breathing picked up as she shook. “Carter!” she spat.
“L’Arc,” he responded, his eyes flinty.
“What are you doing here?”
“My job.”
Jennifer began to slowly back away. She had no idea who this Carter person was, but she had no desire to get between him and the winged woman. The big man folded his large arms across his chest, making the armor creak. Lilith growled and hissed, but made no move to follow. Jennifer backed into a tree, causing the sheath of the white sword to knock against the trunk. Without taking his eyes off Lilith, Carter spoke to Jennifer. “Don’t lose my sword and only use it if you have no other recourse.”
Jennifer turned and fled, running nearly blind through the woods. She ignored the brush scratching her bare legs, the tug of mud on her boots and spider webs breaking over her face. She leaped over a foul-smelling stagnant pond, startling squirrels-which leaped up tree trunks and a red fox –which scurried into a hollow under a mighty pine tree’s roots. Fallen evergreen needles crunched underfoot, releasing their clean scent into the air. The light was fading, creating new shadows and dark patches around her. The wind sighed between distorted trunks, carrying the sickly odor of wood rot. She ran faster, ignoring the briars that caught at her shift, the damp leaves which grimed her skin.
Her headlong rush was brought to an undignified end moments later when her foot slipped in some dark mud. She belly-flopped on the ground and slid partly into a stream, getting scrapped by the rocks and wet from the cold water. The sudden impact drove the wind from her lungs with a pained grunt. She immediately rolled off her wounded middle to her side. She curled around the stinging pain, trying to get it under control. Her breath shuddered painfully in her sore lungs. After several painful moments, she rolled to her belly again and pushed herself up on her hands and knees. Her limbs trembling with the effort, she pushed herself upright. She pulled up the soaked shift and hissed at the sight of the scrapes on her legs and the developing bruise on her abdomen. She left the shift drop, and then froze. ‘I couldn’t have just seen that,’ she thought. Jennifer raised the shift once more and glanced at her lower body. ‘Okay, where the hell are my underwear?!’

Women

What the hell goes on in their minds? I’ve had two women now, that I was interested in, say to me (without using these exact words) that I wasn’t good enough for them because I don’t have a standard J-O-B at the moment. Fine. I can deal with that. But the crazy part is, they have both said that maybe when I get a job, we could get together. What the Hell?

Ladies, listen up: If I’m not good enough for you when I have nothing, you’re not good enough for me when I do.

Another thing I don’t understand: One of the two women I mentioned above thought I had lied to her and asked me about it. I came clean. It was a small lie: I’d said that a female from my first relationship took a couple of days to go to bed with me when, in reality, she went to bed with me the same day I ment her. No, I’m not saying I’m a PUA, this broad was nuts (I’m not going into it here). She was a flippin’ piranha and I was her next meal (not in the good way). Anyway, new girl, said she forgave me and was willing to let it go. Guess what didn’t happen? That’s right, she did not. Why would she say it was forgotten if it wasn’t? That’s really irritating, especially as she’d beat me with it every time she got pissed off.

So, in addition to me not having a job, I get labeled a BS artist and that’s another reason she’d never be with me. I inwardly shrugged and said, “Your loss.”

I think I’m a decent guy. I try to be anyway. Oh well. Maybe the next woman will be less crazy. 🙂

What do y’all think? Let me know in the comments below.

More Raw Jessica Steel

She found an exit twenty minutes later. It was a six-foot steel door. Oddly, it had a thick wooden bar across it. She lifted the bar up and tossed it to one side. The door swung open silently on well-oiled hinges. She stepped through and had to turn on her flashlight again. As she played the light around the room, she discovered it was very similar to a basement. Overhead were air ducts, support beams and spider-webs (abandoned and otherwise). The walls were rough and unpainted. The ground was hard-packed dirt. She walked for so long her legs were starting to burn. She found a wooden door and walked in. She found a candle lit room with a comfortable looking bed, a small table with a delectable looking steak and smashed potatoes and a glass of wine, and a thick cushioned recliner. Jennifer realized she was suddenly tired and hungry. She went to the chair and collapsed into it. She tore into the steak and potatoes as if she hadn’t eaten in days. She guessed the old saw about adrenaline spiking hunger was true. She reached for the wine glass, but it suddenly doubled. Suddenly, her head felt heavy and muzzy. She pushed away from the table and tried to stand, but she collapsed to the floor instead. ‘Someone help me!’ she tried to shout. Before it registered that she hadn’t made a sound, blackness overcame her.

My first book (Which is actually not Jennifer Steel)

My first manuscript is titled “Into The Realm: The Chronicles of Carter Blake.” The first draft is complete, and it’s being edited, before it’ll get submitted to Critique Circle.com. I’ll post some of it here in raw form if you would like to read it. Let me know in the comments below.

Good points: all of them.

Cristian Mihai

I usually try to avoid three things: controversial subjects, shameless marketing, and bar fights. And most of the time I’m lucky.

But today I feel like making a stand. Yeah, it’s late and the USB ports on my laptop stopped working, but I want to tell you my honest opinion about self-publishers and all the people who have been criticizing them.

A number of agents, editors, and traditionally published authors consider self-publishing as some sort of mistake. Self-publishers are just lazy. Why? Because they didn’t go through the route. They didn’t query agents, they didn’t get rejected over and over again. Stuff like that. Also, they’re bad to the world of publishing, because some of them did try to get published via the traditional way, but were rejected. Oh, and did I mention this stupid, stupid habit they have, of selling e-books well below what the big Six deem as…

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Hilarious scam attempt

I received the following in my spam box in my e-mail account. I had to laugh my ass off at it. Note the caps lock (to show urgency, I’m sure), the UN mention at the end (which isn’t even aware of my existence), the spelling errors, and my favorite: The fictitious country. Gotta love ’em.

ATTN: RE-CHANGE OF ACCOUNT,

THIS IS IN REGARD TO OUTSTANDING PAYMENT, I AM DR.PHIL WILSON; THE NEWLY APPOINTED DIRECTOR UNITED NATIONS; LEGAL AFFAIRS, SECURITY AND INVESTIGATION, THE SECRETARY-GENERAL BAN KI-MOON AND HIS DECISION MAKING BODY, HAS DIRECTED ME TO INVESTIGATE YOUR FUND AND TO MAKE SURE THAT WE APPROVE ALL OUTSTANDING DEBTS OWNED TO FOREIGN BENEFICIARIES BY THE GOVERNMENT OF NIGERIA/BRITISH IN THIS 3 QUARTER OF THIS FISCAL

YEAR 2012.

THIS DECISION WAS TAKEN BASED ON THE ANOMALIES AND INABILITY OF THE BANKS IN NIGERIA/LONDON TO RELEASE YOUR FUND INTO YOUR BANK ACCOUNT;WHEREBY IT WAS DISCOVERED THAT SOME DIRECTORS IN THESE BANKS WERE DIVERTING FOREIGN BENEFICIARIES PAYMENT TO ANOTHER ACCOUNT OF THEIR CHOICE OVERSEAS. IN VIEW OF THIS, DURING OUR INVESTIGATION I FOUND OUT THAT; AN ACCOUNT WAS SUBMITTED TO DIVERT YOUR FUND TO A GERMANY ACCOUNT. BELOW IS THE ACCOUNT SUBMITTED AND I WANT YOU TO CONFIRM IF YOU ARE AWARE OF THE NEW DEVELOPMENT BECAUSE WE ARE ABOUT EFFECTING PAYMENT TO THE ACCOUNT STATED BELLOW TODAY.

BENEFICIARY: CERSTIN WENGER SHENOUDA.

BANK: FRANKFURTER BANK

A/C NO.: 367840545

SWIFT CODE: 50050201

FINALLY, BE INFORMED THAT A PAYMENT INSTRUCTION HAS BEEN ISSUED AND FORWARDED TO THE TREASURY DEPARTMENT OF THE INTERNATIONAL MONITORY FUND IN FAVOR FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE OF YOUR FUND TO THE ACCOUNT ABOVEWITHOUT ANY FURTHER PREJUDICE. BUT THERE IS NO WAY WE CAN APPROVE THE FUND TO YOUR ACCOUNT WITHOUT YOU CONFIRMING IF YOU HAVE CHANGED YOUR ACCOUNT FOR YOUR FUND TO BE TRANSFER TO THE BENEFICIARY: CERSTIN WENGER SHENOUDA BANK ACCOUNT IN GERMANY.

CONTACT ME IMMEDIATELY FOR FURTHER CLARIFICATION TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE GIVING INSTRUCTION TO TRANSFER YOUR FUND TO THE ABOVE ACCOUNT TODAY.ON BEHALF OF THE ENTIRE MANAGEMENT OF UNITED NATIONS, WE ARE CONGRATULATING YOU IN ADVANCE AND IF YOU FAIL TO CONTACT THIS OFFICE ON OR BEFORE 78 HRS FROM NOW THEN WE WILL NOW WIRE THE FUND TO THE GERMAN ACCOUNT.

THANKS FOR YOUR CO-OPERATION.

WAITING FOR YOUR URGENT RESPONSE

YOURS FAITHFULLY

DR.PHIL WILSON

UN OFFICE OF LEGAL AFFAIRS

SECURITY AND INVESTIGATION

Islamaphobia (warning: Not safe for work)

It seems to me that every fucking time I turn around, some bleeding-heart Liberal dickcheese is screaming about “Islamophobia.” You know the types. The same types of people who call you a woman-hating sexist if you suggest that maybe an 8-month pregnant woman shouldn’t be loading concrete blocks for a living, or that you’re devaluing a woman and treating her like a sex object if you ask her to have coffee with you. Yeah, these no-brain dipshits.

So today I’d like to take some time to address this “issue” of Islamophobia. There seems to be a lot of confusion out there and it’s caused mainly by the very types of assholes who coined this stupid phrase in the first place. As always, I’m here to clear up your confusion.

First, let’s get back to the basics of how it all started. After the 9/11 attacks, there was a growing anti-Islam sentiment here in America, as well as a general distrust and dislike of anyone middle eastern. The “let’s love and hug everybody” Liberals were quick to point out that most Muslims were peaceful people and it’s racist to consider all middle easterners to be terrorists. And they were right about that, for the most part.

But those are two separate issues being discussed. One was the issue of hating a religious group, the other was an issue of hating an ethnic group. As different facets of an issue, those are legitimate topics. The problem has come when the two have been mixed. Fast-forward to 12 years after the attacks and what we now have is a “conform to our love-all bullshit” mindset where if you have a problem with something objectionable in the religion of Islam, you are now labeled an Islamophobe, which also incorporates the element of racism along with the idea that you hate the entire religion.

It’s sad that I need to actually say this, but here it is anyway: Islam is not a race. Hating it – even openly and unapologetically despising it – has nothing to do with any feelings one may have toward middle eastern people. This is one of those situations where the Left has tried so hard to be non-racist that they’ve actually done something racist. I’d like to ask all who hold this view: Where do you get off, implying that only middle eastern people are Muslim? I mean, if someone is truly phobic of Islam (which is a religion, not an ethnicity), then isn’t that a dislike of IDEAS and CONCEPTS? Ideas and concepts that are held by people of many different ethnicities all across the world, in fact! The idea that hating a religion that is stereotypically middle eastern is an idea that is, itself, racist as fuck! Perpetuating this idea is perpetuating the stereotype, assholes! Let me give a more clear-cut example of the kind of things that’s going on here.

Person A: Man, I hate fried chicken and watermelons!
Person B: WTF? You racist!
Person A: How the fuck is hating food racist?!
Person B: You clearly hate black people!
Person A: Wha…. how? *facepalm*

In the above example, Person A stated that he hated two food items which, in combination, are stereotypically associated with black Americans. Person B, being a sappy ass hippy Leftard, only heard the stereotype and his brain immediately locked on to that stereotype and nothing else, sacrificing the actual meaning of the statement itself. In his fervor to defend against racism, Person B became the racist that he thought he was castigating! Maybe Person A just doesn’t like the taste of fried chicken and watermelons. Maybe Person A wasn’t even thinking of the racist stereotype when he said that. But Person B was thinking of nothing BUT the racist aspect. Ladies and gentlemen, if you dig for racism around every corner, you are sure to find it, whether it really exists or not. And that, IS, racism!

By the same token, if someone states that they hate Sharia Law (for example) and you call them an Islamophobe (implying racism along with it), YOU become the racist! What has Sharia Law got to do with any ethnic group? No more than fried chicken and watermelons. In other words, no more than the connections that your secretly-racist little mind chooses to make! And it’s even more fundamental than that! The very act of using the term “Islamophobia” to imply racism IS RACIST in and of itself! When you do it, you’re associating Islam with middle eastern people in exactly the same way that Person B associated fried chicken and watermelons with black people! THAT’S A STEREOTYPE, FUCKNUT! And it’s racist! Yes, lots of Muslims are middle eastern. That’s true. But also, lots of black people actually do like fried chicken and watermelons. That’s also true. But is it fair to point out that truth to the exclusion of all others who enjoy fried chicken and watermelon; people of every ethnicity? Isn’t it racist to do so? So why then is it not racist to point out that there are middle eastern Muslims to the exclusion of all the many millions of Muslims who are not part of that ethnic group? The answer is simple: It IS racist to pretend that any anger, hate, or mistrust directed at Islam equates to anger, hate, or mistrust directed at people of middle eastern descent. YOU are the racist.

Phew…. Well, now that we’ve managed to get through discussing what Islamophobia ISN’T, maybe we can actually start talking about what it IS instead. Is that ok with you tree-huggers?

What is a phobia? According to dictionary.com:

“a persistent, irrational fear of a specific object, activity, or situation that leads to a compelling desire to avoid it.”

So, if we alter the definition to fit Islamophobia specifically, we get:

“a persistent, irrational fear of Islam that leads to a compelling desire to avoid it.”

The trouble with that definition, you see, is the word “irrational.” There’s absolutely nothing irrational about fearing people who have openly stated their goal of gutting the Infidels (that’s us). Those Islamists SHOULD be feared and, in that fear, disliked as well!

“But Galen, not ALL Muslim people are that way, in fact most of them are peaceful and wonderful people!”

Yes, I know. Unlike most of the people who spout this by rote, I’ve actually been friends with foreign Muslims while living overseas. I can indeed attest that every Muslim I’ve ever personally known has been very kind and wonderful. I’d also say that most Catholics are nice people who aren’t running around fucking little boys in the ass, but that doesn’t fucking excuse the ones who HAVE! You see, fucking idiots, when a group of people have become defined by the evil minority in their midst, it is now put upon them to either drive out the evil themselves or suffer the guilt-by-association for their failure to do so! If the Catholic Church had actually taken care of the pedophile priests, there wouldn’t have been a problem, but the leadership of the church and those within the church who had power made a choice to bury the problem instead. The majority of Catholics don’t approve of boy fucking, but what has that majority DONE about it? Not a goddamn thing, that’s what! Likewise, I would ask what have the majority of peaceful Muslims done to tell their leaders that endorsing a terrorist Jihad is unacceptable? About the same as the Christians who support gay marriage have done to let their leadership know to shut the fuck up and stop being hate-mongers. Not a damn thing! And so, in the public eye, all Catholics are seen to support pedophilia (even though most of them clearly don’t), all right-wing American Christians are seen to be homophobes (even though a great many of them are not) and all Muslims are seen to be terrorists are at least supportive of the terrorists (even though millions of them are not).

I’m not supporting unfair stereotypes. Not at all. But there’s the old saying, “If you lie down with dogs, you get up with fleas.” It’s not right and it’s not fair, but it IS the reality. Guilt by association is a powerful motivator and it’s not entirely unjustified.

Be that as it may, that’s not even really the point I was going for. The point is that if I say “I fucking hate Muslims, blowing our shit up all the time!” then it’s pretty damn obvious that I’m not talking about the peaceful nice fluffy cuddly Muslims. Isn’t that obvious to you? Or are you just so fucking eager for a fight that you choose to ignore it?

Another salient point here is that the kinder gentler Muslims are not following their own religion, so it’s difficult to think of them as actually being Muslims. You see, Islamic doctrine DOES command that all Infidels be put to death! Muhammad DID command that all the faithful of Islam should “terrorize” the unbelievers and murder them! See, when I say “I fucking hate Christians with their anti-gay bullshit!” I’m talking about the Christians who actually FOLLOW their Bible, which does indeed say that homosexuals should be put to death. By hating gays and denying them their rights, they are following their religion as much as modern law allows. The difference, for Muslims, is that the ones carrying out acts of terrorism don’t have laws stopping them from doing so. They have governments that support them and help them. And were are these Muslims and their supporting legal systems located?

Yes, now we get right back to it, don’t we? The middle east. When someone is “Islamophobic” it’s pretty obvious that they’re usually not hating the cuddly sweet Muslims. They’re hating the terrorist Muslims. And the terrorist Muslims, for the most part, are middle eastern. So if I say something Islamophobic, your reaction of taking it as racism tells me two things. Firstly, that you know it’s middle eastern Muslims I dislike. Secondly, you know this because you know they’re the ones guilty of all the fucktarded behavior like killing innocent people for not following their religion. So, your shouts of “Islamophobia!” not only show you to be a racist, but they also show to believe that middle eastern Muslims are guilty of terrible evil. I’ve just shown that, in your zeal to combat racism, you’re part of the problem.

But you’re a moron. It really doesn’t have anything to do with race. It has to do with culture, certainly. The fact that the terrorist culture is also of a specific race is an indictment of THEIR racist ways, not ours. I mean, the Third Reich was all one race too, but nobody called the Allied Forces bigoted for going after them! Why not? Because it’s not about who or what they are, it’s about what they’ve done and, in the case of Islam, what it’s still trying to do!

Islamophobia: “a persistent, justified fear and dislike of Islam that leads to a compelling desire to avoid it.”

I don’t support racism for any reason, but I do support Islamophobia. They are not the same thing. They are not the same thing. Fucking say it with me: Islamophobia and racism are NOT THE SAME THING! I despise Islam as I despise all religions. It’s not that the people, as individuals, are bad. It’s that the IDEAS themselves are horrendous! The hatred and fear of Islam is a hatred and fear of IDEAS, not of people or ethnicity. And given the prevalence of immoral, irrational, unspeakable, unforgivable, evil ideas perpetuated by the Quran, this hatred and fear is JUSTIFIED!

I’d also like to point out that I’m Christianphobic for these same reasons. I’m also Scientologyphobic. The only “phobia” that matters here is the fear, distrust, dislike, and outright hatred of unconscionable ideas and pathetic “morals” that cannot stand unchallenged by a rational thinking society!

I’ve always said that the only bigotry I suffer from is a bigotry against the stupid. That remains true. If a middle eastern Muslim emails me tomorrow to say “Galen, I don’t hold those beliefs of killing Infidels and terrorizing other nations” then I will say “Good!” and that person is clearly smart enough to take their religion and throw out the shit they don’t like, which (on a subconscious level at least) is an acknowledgement that it’s all man-made bullshit anyway. Unlike many Atheists, I don’t begrudge someone their religious faith. Religious faith, all by itself, isn’t stupid, it’s just ignorant. Being ignorant is not a crime. But there is no level of ignorance that can possibly excuse the belief that your god wants you to end the lives of other human beings. That’s not ignorance, THAT is stupidity and THAT is what I HATE with every cell in my body!

You don’t get to claim “it’s their religious beliefs!” No. Not a chance, asshat! There’s a difference between a Christian who believes in God because they were raised in that culture and just don’t have the knowledge and understanding to see how it’s wrong compared to a Christian who thinks God’s messages of hate and death in the Bible are just fucking dandy to follow. We have an evolved tendency to assign agency to natural events (that is, to think there is a purposeful intent behind shit that happens), but we also have an evolved tendency to refrain from harming other human beings unless provoked. Both of these aspects of our nature can be overcome, but only one should be! When the former tendency (agent-seeking) becomes a pathway to overcoming the latter tendency (murder aversion), you’re doing it wrong!

And that’s the problem (the ONLY problem) with the Muslim religion. When practiced as its founders intended it to be practiced and as its holy book instructs, it takes ignorance and transforms it into willful stupidity – dangerous willful stupidity!

I do hate that.

I do FEAR that.

Anyone with a critically-thinking intellect will feel the same.

From: snipeme.com