Burt Prelutsky
Even though I may not look it, I am essentially a pretty happy guy. Like most people my age, I get out of sorts when I consider the steady decline of art, culture and baseball. But so long as nobody puts a gun to my head and makes me listen to Hip Hop, and so long as I don’t have to watch MTV or suffer through yet another Jim Carrey movie, I don’t let myself get too perturbed by current trends. I don’t even object to the mud-slinging one associates with presidential campaigns. I just remind myself that nobody ever got to sling mud at Joseph Stalin or Saddam Hussein.

One of the few things that I do find truly depressing are Islamic fanatics and those Americans on the radical left who defend their atrocities. I can’t be the only person who finds it peculiar that the very same people who break out in a cold sweat over the slightest overlap of church and state in the U.S., who despise evangelical Christians and distrust orthodox Jews, have no problem arguing on behalf of people who saw the heads off civilian hostages, who treat their women like chattel, and who will happily conduct blood-baths over a few cartoons.

What I find most disconcerting about these Muslims is that they almost manage to make the Nazis look normal by comparison. This is not to suggest that Hitler and his butchers weren’t abominable. Hitler was an evil lunatic who wished to wage war on mankind, and thus turn “Deutschland uber alles” into more than a catchy slogan. But at least the world he set out to conquer was the world of the 20th century. You have only to look at Berchtesgaden, his palace in the mountains, to understand that the man loved excess. He may have been a vegetarian, but the little bastard was a hedonist at heart.

Der fuhrer and his cohorts appreciated art and music, architecture and film, beautiful women and shnapps. The only thing that makes the Nazis worse than the barbaric Islamics is that, being technologically advanced, they were more efficient killers.

The world of the mullahs is the world of the Dark Ages. It is an ugly place and it smells like a sewer. It is as enlightened as a cesspool. It turns its back on life and it celebrates death. Its heroes are suicide bombers. Its motto is, better a dead martyr than a living child. Who would choose to live in such a world? Only the hopelessly insane.

I say, whatever it costs to defeat this plague is well worth the price, just as the costs were justified to rid the world of the Third Reich.