Imam Rauf to the USA: “Silence! I Kill You?”

Imam Feisal Rauf, fresh from his Middle East “Good Will Tour,” where he went to spread the message of inter-faith love, unicorns and candy canes (and not to raise money to build an insulting victory mosque at Ground Zero to speed U.S. domination) appeared on Larry King Live last Wednesday night and said something that seemed sorta … kinda … well, threatening—which was peculiar given his “world healer” status, his Mr. Rogers persona, his affinity for Justin Bieber, his Benny Hinn wardrobe and his religion’s peaceful, easy feelin’.

For those who missed it, Feisal Rauf, whose name according to CAIR translates in the Farsi to “fluffy love,” told Soledad O’Brien, the unbiased and competent guest host of Larry King’s wildly popular talk show, that if bigoted Americans don’t desist with their opposition to the much needed, therapeutic and ecumenical community center built by the followers of the sweetest faith in like, forever, that the insulted Islamists will have no other recourse but to start blowing crap up! And I quote:

“If we don't do this right [i.e. go ahead and build the mosque next to where George Bush blew up the Twin Towers and capitulate to every other Islamic impulse], anger will explode in the Muslim world.”

“... If we don't handle this crisis correctly, it could become something very dangerous indeed.” (He, no doubt, is speaking metaphorically, right?)

“This crisis could become much bigger than the Danish Cartoon crisis that resulted in attacks on Danish embassies in various parts of the Muslim world.” (Huh? Is he referring to the events in which ?)

What Feisal said to O’Brien tied my mind into a pretzel because I thought the Muslim world was devoid of angry freaks who blow people up and that Jeff Dunham was just being mean when he rips on them with his insensitive Achmed the Dead Terrorist act.

Sure, according to the MSM, there are one or two in their ranks who are rank, but not nearly enough to instigate worldwide violence against Americans (if we’re to believe Daisy Khan and Rick Sanchez).

However, Feisal seems to intimate this, going against his own script (and, coincidentally, the MSM’s) by suggesting that if we offend them by not letting them build a Muslim Theme Park at Ground Zero that this will cause Muslims to explode with violence, much like the countless Islamophobic websites point out on an almost hourly basis in their highly-edited and multitudinous YouTube vids and in their propaganda-laced (according to CAIR), yet highly-trafficked blogs.

Why would Feisal say something like this about the Religion of Peace? This unveiled threat of, “if Muslims don’t get their way they’ll pick up their marbles, go home, embed ‘em into a suicide vest, get their buddies, come back, and light crap up,” sounds just like the lies the Islamophobes are hawking and not the truth we’ve been sold by Daisy, sweet Daisy.

If Feisal is right and this pisses Muslims off so thoroughly that they’re going to ramp up global violence against America then that would make them look silly, backward, petulant and intolerant; and if that’s true, we, therefore, shouldn’t budge a frickin’ inch on our opposition to the Ground Zero mosque because as we all know, mama says that giving in to bullies is wrong.

So, let me see if I got this right. We should let the bully get his way and move into our neighborhood where I’m sure he will have no more demands and petulent outbursts, since we are walking on eggshells to make his every whim happen.

...and I saw that interview and if my memory serves me correctly, I though he talked about America and the land of seperation of state and religion. That it was the American way and how we need to do this mosque to prove that to everyone, and at that moment to me he looked as if he was not approving of seperation of church and state, but lying he approved of it and our ‘way’.

and as we all know, Muslims don’t care for separation of church and state too much.

Unless it is YOUR church and state that are being separated.

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Down a shady lane through the sugar cane, he was looking for his liking.
As he roamed along he sang a song of the land of milk and honey
Where a bum can stay for many a day, and he won’t need any money

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In the new-mown hay we can sleep all day, and the bars all have free lunches
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Where you never change your socks and you never throw rocks,
And your hair is never parted

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At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains

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So the very next day they hiked away, the mileposts they were counting
But they never arrived at the lemonade tide, on the Big Rock Candy Mountains

Oh the buzzin’ of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains

One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking, and he said “Boys, I’m not turning.”
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The handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarete trees,
The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

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And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmer’s trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh I’m bound to go where there ain’t no snow
Where the rain don’t fall, the wind don’t blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

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And little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
There’s a lake of stew and of whiskey too
And you can paddle all around ‘em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

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And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in
There ain’t no short-handled shovels, no axes, saws or picks,
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Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

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