Monday, October 01, 2007

 
ISLAMOFASCISM IN DEEP RIVER

Well first, we don’t get any kind of Great Mufti or anything like that.
Because we’re so small, we’ll get some sort of fanatical youngster.

But, except for the praying, the town’s business will proceed exactly
as before.

The frequency will be a pain in the neck, but most religious people around
here never paid attention before and will do the same. The nonbelievers
will get it from both sides.

Nobody listens to their bellyaching and so nothing changes.

After a while, employers whittle praying down to once a day.

Before long, our “leader” marries one of the Catholic girls, probably
named Bridget. They’ll eventually get so busy with a tribe of squalling
brats, that even the once daily prayer gets forgotten.

Except when the inspectors arrive and we all pretend, life in Deep River
will be the same as it is now.

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