Welcome to my website.  Unlike the universe, this website has a purpose: to offer rants, tirades, opinions and discussion about books on Thailand, give an overview of nightlife in Thailand and, yes, to provide a few news items which might not appear elsewhere.  And to have some fun.

Bar, club and restaurant owners who would like to send material on their special events, birthday bashes, anniversary parties, etc., are welcome to do so but please remember men in Thailand are a bit jaded so if you’re just going to offer the usual free gourmet food and free full band entertainment and free beautiful and eager-to-please women, well, the lads have been there, done that. So do try to offer potential patrons something special. ;-)

There is a contest every two weeks when this column appears and the first to answer the question correctly or identify a photograph correctly will receive vouchers worth at least 3,500 baht in food and drink, i.e., 500 baht each, from Larry's Dive, Shadow Bar, The Old Dutch, the Big Mango, Electric Blue, The Duke of Wellington pub, and Bourbon Street Restaurant. The prizes will build up in case anyone doesn't win it immediately so the bonanza for the eventual winner could get quite interesting.  It will double to 7,000 and, if still no winner, to 10,500, etc.  Second prize is a "I Support Single Moms" T-shirt.  And please remember a part of all money received from the sale of my books goes to needy Thais (in the form of payment to go go dancers, waitresses and hostesses).


Aren't some of these beer ladies adorable?  And this one seems to be selling more than one brand.  A very popular lady!

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More bar stuff for that Aussie lady to stuff into her purse.  Watch out!

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What Makes Writers Go Nuts?

Many, many, things can make a writer go nuts.  Including, of course, mountains of rejection slips.  But there is one thing worse by far right at the top of the list.  Can't guess it?  Easy: Interruptions!  I usually leave my phone off when I write because otherwise it sounds off with a few stupid musical notes telling me I have an SMS message or else somebody (usually female) calls with a problem which could be solved with some money (usually mine).  And each day there will be three or four or more SMS messages.  But on some days I am expecting a call I want, maybe long distance, so I have to leave the phone on and, sure enough, lots of idiotic SMS messages come in, almost all advertising something, and some in Thai only which I can't read anyway.  And if I do take a call, when I ring off, I get two more messages immediately.  AIS babbling something about my getting 20 per cent off because of something, and AIS babbling that my account is getting low and I should really do something about it.  Of course it's getting low you assholes - because you keep sending me idiotic messages which I have to take time to delete!

And then a friend of mine calls to say that he needs to use my DVD machine because he has some disk and he needs to check it because he wants to sue a guy for lots of money and this disk will prove everything, etc., etc., but his computer heats up when he puts the disk in so can he come over and play the disk on my machine.  Yeah, sure, what the hell, a friend's a friend and I was only trying to write a novel, and who gives a fuck about that?

Another SMS. Someone sends me a message: "I have a story idea."  Right.  Just what I wanted to hear when I am struggling with characterization, plot, pacing, theme, and all the rest in my own novel.  Well, not wanting to be cruel, because as longtime readers of this column are well aware, I am a sweetheart of a guy, Mr. Nice Guy himself, but here is some advice to anyone who has a "story idea":  WRITE THE FUCKING THING - DO NOT TELL OTHERS. The only way to find out if a story idea is any good or not is to attempt to write the fucking thing.  And if it is a short story you may as well forget it because it would be too difficult to get published in this day and age and if it is a novel idea well then WRITE IT! 

When I was a younger man and lived in Manhattan and occasionally went to parties, the moment would come when someone would introduce me to someone else as a writer.  The person I was introduced to would inevitably say: "Oh, I have a wonderful idea for a novel."  And I would cringe inwardly and think please god get me out of here NOW.  Or  "Oh, I have a wonderful idea for a novel and we could collaborate and split the profits."  But, wait:  It gets worse.  Worst of all:  "Oh, I have a great idea for a novel; if only I had the time to write it."  Get it?  In other words, writing doesn't involve craft, talent, skill, experience, empathy, critical observation, work, work, work, etc., apparently anybody could write a novel - it's just a question of "having the time to do it."  Well, fuck you very much.  But now maybe you can understand why I say the more people I meet the more bullets I need.

Today, all of the above types of events occurred but even worse.  In addition to writing a novel, I have been battling bronchitis and have not wanted to leave the apartment but two days ago I had to go to the Bank of Ayudhya because American Express called and said the bank had said my last payment check to them was not my signature.  Well who the fuck else would pay one of my bills except me?  We're not talking about a cash check.  And I had crossed out "or bearer" etc., etc.  Therefore, as it was late, American Express said there was a late fee.  But if I could pay right away, they would remove the late fee.  So I struggled out to the Bank of Ayudhya (the one that doesn't give farangs interest on their savings account precisely because we are farangs although strangely enough both English-language newspapers in Bangkok have never published my letters pointing that racist fact out.)

The sweetheart at the Bank of Ayudhya was cute (and would look great in leather, especially with boots and a studded black flogger whip with a brass handle - but I digress) so I smiled and explained what was happening and as politely as I could I asked about the problem.  She had to check with the head office so after quite a while it was learned that someone at the head office had done it, not at the branch and that I had signed slightly different from the norm. 


So, OK, I signed again on various papers to get it all straightened out and crossed my heart and swore to God that in the future I would always sign exactly that way.  Although, truth to tell, between the bronchitis grogginess and imagining her in leather gear I already forgot which way I said I would sign.  But the head office tells her she needs my passport to copy down the number on the new sign forms which of course I don't have with me.  So I have to promise her I will be back the next day and of course don't keep the promise as I am sick and, not that it is important, but I am trying to write a novel.


But today someone else from American Express called about the payment and said by the time I send the new check it would be too late to remove the late fee so why didn't I go online and set up my account with Bank of Ayudhya there and that would be convenient because then I could pay on line?  Well, I didn't really want to do that because trying to set up an on line account with a bank is a tedious, frustrating, irritating, maddening, time-consuming and usually fruitless failure of an endeavor and I felt feverish and, small point I know, but actually I WAS TRYING TO WRITE A FUCKING NOVEL!


But, OK, sure, I try to please, so she gives me the Bank of Ayudhya's site and I go there and find the page in which we have to fill everything out.  I know from the beginning that something will go wrong and there will be a problem as there always is in this kind of thing even in the States, and it is more likely in the Land of Smiles.  So I have some problems with it but eventually fill out the whole page and am proud of myself and click "submit."  And wait.  And it says my passport number is invalid.  But I typed it in correctly.  I did what they said - I did not use spaces or hyphens between numbers.  I try again.  And again.  Invalid number.


I finally find a phone number for the Bank of Ayudhya Center and eventually speak to someone.  She takes down information and asks me to hold.  Eventually, she returns to tell me that my passport number should end in "4."  She thinks I might have opened my bank account with a different passport than the one I have now.  She is right because the one I have now was issued after I opened the bank account.  So I have to find the one just before that one. 


I quickly go through a drawer while she holds on and find no fewer than six expired passports but not one ends in "4".  She says I should go to the branch and give in the new information - the new passport number.  Oh, yes, great idea, I love to muck about with banks and credit card companies because I have nothing to do except write a fucking novel.  In any case, the bank branch might tell me the change would have to be made in the head office and I might have to go there.  I tell her I will have to look for that passport, thank her, and hang up.  AIS immediately sends me a message telling me my account is very low and I really should do something about it.


I decide to look for my appointment book for the year I opened the account in 2003 because sometimes I am smart enough to write my passport number in my appointment books.  I know I have the book somewhere because I like to save appointment books from past years because every now and then I can look through them and see exactly when I made the colossal, incredibly stupid, mistakes in life I have made.  (That is one of many activities best accompanied by Wild Turkey on the rocks.) 


It takes quite a while but eventually I find the book and after searching page by page, I conclude there is no passport number written down.  Then I decide to look over the passports I did find in the drawer and I realize that I do in fact have the one previous to the present one but it definitely does not end in number "4."  So I call the Bank of Ayudhya Center again and speak with a different girl and explain everything.  She asks me to hold and then returns to tell me she will call the head office about this matter and call me back.  I ring off and this time ignore the AIS SMS but the phone rings.  The landline phone!  It is a very loud, penetrating ring.  I never use the landline phone and never give out the number and don't even know the number.  But then I remember that the downstairs desk calls on that phone to let me know my laundry is ready.  I breathe deeply in an attempt to avoid paranoia and collapse.  I go downstairs, get the laundry, return to my apartment, put the laundry away and sit down to work.


The cell phone rings.  It is a friend passing through Bangkok who would like to have a drink with me.  One of the people I like to have a drink with under ordinary circumstances but I explain I have bronchitis.  He says no problem let's meet.  I wonder why nobody seems to worry about catching bronchitis from me but tell him if I am well enough I will call him back.  I ring off, ignore the SMS from AIS.  I have typed half a sentence of my novel when the doorbell rings.  It is the lady from downstairs delivering the mail.  The mail consists of a bill from TRUE and a catalogue of bullshit buying and traveling opportunities from American Express.


I give up.  I close the computer, break out the Wild Turkey and begin reading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.  So bright and early the next day I go to the Bank of Ayudhya and give the girl my passport, etc., both passports. She does some checking and I also contact American Express and they will get back to me.  While I am at the Emporium, I get a phone call from American Express which tells me it is OK now, I can use my passport to go on line.  Five minutes later, another girl from Amex calls to tell me the same thing.  The connection is very bad so when I ask why I was told my passport ended in number "4" I cannot hear what they are saying clearly; so I shall never know why.  Probably better that way because it might involve Thai logic and I am already dazed enough without getting sucked into Thai logic.


So I grab a cab and go home and I try once again and eventually set up a web account with the bank and pay the Amex bill.  I have yet to hear anything from anyone.  But this morning as I was preparing to write, the doorbell rang.  It was the laundry lady with a bill for the laundry.  And it's still early...




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I lived in Hong Kong for 17 years and was a member of the Foreign Correspondents Club.  While I was not a drinking buddy of most of the correspondents, I had a friendly acquaintance with many of them.  So it was sad news indeed to hear that Hugh Van Es died at 67.  Hugh is the photographer who took the famous shot of Vietnamese rushing to the rooftop helicopter as Saigon fell.  It was in fact not atop the American Embassy but another building in Saigon.  Not long ago, Kevin Sinclair, decades a fixture at the South China Morning Post, died at 66.  As we get older, those we have known for decades pass on.




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"More than a billion people around the world are connected to the net, but speed of access ranges from dial-up to fibre optic connections. Use this map to explore the state of our Broadband World across eight different countries, as explained by BBC correspondents and reporters."  This is actually pretty interesting for anyone with an interest in computers and broadband.  On the BBC News network:



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Japanese Exodus (which might be good for you!)


The sign for the new Sportsman pub in Washington Square in the building where the ladyboys shows of Mambos used to be.  I'll have to try it in the near future.  The building is still a sad-looking place, however.  I wonder how the Japanese tourists fill in their time without ladyboys.  Speaking of Japanese, did you know that something like ten thousand Japanese businessmen have returned to Tokyo because their head office is cutting expenses?  So those bars which cater to Japanese only are having problems.  And if you see fewer Japanese men in Baccara and other bars, and the prices of barfines or the girls' prices go down, now you know why.


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As it is a pretty safe bet that most readers of this column have yet to buy my book The Go Go Dancer who Stole My Viagra & other Poetical Tragedies of Thailand I have decided to post one of the poems from the book from time to time.  Some of the poems are serious and some are for fun. 



                                                                                                                   Written While Watching A Televised Moon


The living room moon’s lateshow light

broke through the last commercial of the night

as the first man to land said, “All is well!”


The moon wrenched closer and then I could see

what made the Chinese child delightfully shout

there was the rabbit pounding out

the elixir of immortality

as the second man to land said, “All is well!”


The rabbit looked up toward my intemperate eye and knew

it turned and scampered into history on cue

I think we shall not see it again.

And the man in the spaceship said, “All is well!”

And the moon went off.


“Well” isn’t all. 




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Khun Nana's Corner

Khun Nana is a savvy local expat who keeps in shape by hitting most of the bars of Nana Plaza as often as possible.  From his vast experience, he will enlighten and entertain us with his recollections of the bar scene be they humorous, tragic or somewhere in between.

I still have nightmares about my life (prison sentence more accurately) before Thailand when I was living (living??) in the USA.  The feelings of complete boredom, hopelessness and despair.  Even young, handsome and successful guys feel that they are lucky to have any woman, no matter how plain and unattractive she may be.  Then I snap back to my current reality, one which has me juggling multiple hot women and trying in vain to find the time to fit them all in to my schedule.  Last week something happened that reminded me of just how spoiled I am (and really all local guys are) living here in Paradise. 

I met a new girl, 23 years old, just graduated with honors from a good university, tall, slim and gorgeous from head to toe.  I invited her to the movies and we decided to meet at a local shopping mall to eat and then choose a film.  Normally my plan with new gals is to be a complete gentleman on the first date, show them a good time and be patient knowing that by the 2nd or 3rd date the vast majority of Thai women are ready to rip the guy’s clothes off and ravage him.  I may hold their hand inside the theatre when the lights are out, but otherwise I make no advances whatsoever.  Everything was proceeding along my usual route this particular day, we had a nice Thai lunch and were sitting in the dark theatre watching a really interesting film and holding hands. 

However, she had worn a really short, tight fitting skirt that day and her legs were just so yummy, and my hand kind of started rubbing her thighs ever so gently and……..before I realized what my hand was doing of it’s own volition I had placed her hand on my lap where a certain organ had decided to come to life in a big way.  It really was not my intention to rush things along like that, and while I was thinking about her thighs and watching the movie I hadn’t noticed that my little fellow had awakened from his rest. 

Apparently she didn’t mind too much, as I heard a low moan the moment her hand first made contact with my brave little soldier, and before I knew it she had placed the sweater she was wearing (why are those movie theatres always so damn cold?) over her extended hand so that the rest of the audience couldn’t see what we were doing.  Then after stroking me for 3 or 4 minutes, she snuggled up against me and whispered in my ear “you don’t really want to watch the rest of the movie, do you?”  The thing is, I did really want to watch the rest of the movie.  So I told her to relax and be patient, and after the movie we could go back to my place for a little bit of fun.  At that moment it struck me that if I had been in the USA, I would have raced out of the movie theatre and back to my place if I was ever offered sex in that manner.  This is Thailand, I can have sex anytime and I just really wanted to see the rest of the movie!

I really love watching the commercials on Thai television.  Here they don’t suffer from the same political correctness disease that so permeates the west, and it is absolutely hilarious to watch the commercials and see the humor behind Thai cultural norms.  One such ad shows a cute young gal as she is hand washing her husband’s clothes.  She takes his jeans and is scrubbing away with all of her strength and suddenly finds a slip of paper in one of the pockets.  She looks at the paper and it has a phone number scribbled on it.  Her anger starts to boil, but being a Thai lady she regains control of her emotions and continues on with her task.  Moments later, she feels something in the other jeans pocket and pulls out a pair of woman’s panties.  At this point she completely loses control, goes berserk and starts to slam the jeans against rocks, the wall and anything else that is in immediate range.  Then the narrator says, “Lee jeans, you just can’t break ‘em.”

Another ad I saw last night is for an investment bank here in Thailand.  It shows an awkward looking young Thai man sitting on a plastic stool in a shabby roadside eatery.  He is trying to propose marriage to a very plain looking (and I am being kind here) gal who is sitting across from him.  He whips out an ugly, fake looking diamond and she blurts out her disgust. Inside the crummy looking ring box is a large cockroach!  Moments later the scene changes and the same man is dressed in a tuxedo, and is sitting across a table from a super hot Thai gal in a very fancy and expensive restaurant.  He opens a lovely ring box, which contains a large, shiny diamond and his little hottie just shivers with excitement.  The narrator comes on and says “this would be you if you had thought of investing your money.”

Until next time.  Khun Nana

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The lovely ladies from Mojos, Sukhumvit 33

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A few shots from the fun-to-be-had Star Trek Party at the Big Mango Bar, Soi Nana.



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Letters from Readers


Dean, In regard to Kuhn Nana's item on loud Americans I have a good example. I was flying on Korean Air to BKK and my friend was sitting quite a few rows back. Late at night, with people dozing in the dim cabin or quietly watching their seatback screens, I walked back to see how he was doing. He was in a center seat reading a glossy magazine and, as always, had a headset on listening to music. It is his habit to speak up so he can be heard over this music, even though he is the only one who can hear it. He eventually becomes aware of me trying to quietly get his attention, looks up from an advertisement he was reading in search of a gift to buy for his Thai girlfriend, and roars in a voice that could be heard by someone sitting outside on the wings, "Is this the stuff women spray on their pussies?!!!" Being the only one standing, all eyes turned to me. It was a long walk back to my seat.
   Utah, USA


Hi Dean,
After reading your most recent update, I thought I should share some good news with you!!.
Yin & Yang is well and truly alive in Macau, well at least it was when I was there about 3 years ago. There is a place called Darlings, it's close to where the ferry arrives from HK. I went there on the way home one night at about 6am, and there was about 10 top-shelf Thai babes working there, like The Eden club they suggest you pick one and she picks a mate, if you don't like her mate , you get her to choose another until you do.
I chose an absolute superstar and she chose a mate of similar quality, 2 hours cost about 1500 HK dollars from memory or around 250 US dollars. These two dolls were Yin & Yang specialists, a skill that they should take back to Thailand whenever they return, so they can train their sisters!
This place came highly recommended by a mate that lives in HK and it did not disappoint, so do check it out next time you are there. I liked the Golden Dragon as well!.  Another of my BKK favourites is Akane massage in Soi 33 ( has a website with prices menu etc) that is also worth going to for a session or six!  Keep the good work! 
Regards, Damien


Hello Dean,

I enjoy reading your witty website, but will otherwise spare you any gushing, fawning praise and get down to business. In your column of 15-31 May 2009 you posed the following question:

Why are the tequila lady drinks at Joy Bar / Apache 10 baht less than other lady drinks? Well, I surmise that other lady drinks do actually need to contain liquid that has to be purchased by the bar owner in the first place, whether it be beer, coca-cola or whiskey. Tequila is replaced by water so bar owners can afford to be a little more generous with a 10 baht discount. Long Gun, a bar for which I have an affectionate soft spot (as I believe you do too), was certainly guilty of this in 2007. A recent visit makes me think this is less prevalent now.

"If you will'. THANKYOU DEAN for highlighting the absurdity of this most pretentious, over-utilized and undeniably one of the most totally redundant phrases that has emanated from the news media in recent years. It means nothing. It is intensely annoying. Miles 'If you will' O'Brien (recently departed from CNN thank Buddha) was one of the most egregious offenders. Any news wanker/reporter who utters this gibberish should be sent to Guantamano and be forced to watch 24 hour looped videos of Rosie O'Donnell rimming Khalid Sheikh Mohammed's hairy ass whilst being simultaneously waterboarded by a naked Nancy Pelosi.

With best regards from a discerning reader,





I lived in Japan for over a year, and during that time I had several women ask me my blood type.  The first time this happened I thought it was a bit odd and asked her why she wanted to know.  She went on to tell me that the Japanese believed they could tell a lot about a persons personality by their blood type.  When she told me what "O" meant I believe it was quite similar to my Aries symbol attributes.  
Hope this answers your question. 



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Bangkok's weather report.




A great site for listening to Thai Morlan music and other folk music of Southeast Asia.




A bit of black leather never hurts.  But she does.


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A fine independent Pattaya Bookstore:



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Politically incorrect rants and raves from Uncle Fred.


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Very satirical writing and videos.


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Got feedback to this column?  Got information on Thailand you would like to share?  Happy as a dung beetle to be living in Paradise?  Been ripped off?  Just write me.



Enter and win a prize! This contest's first prize is worth 3,500 baht in food and drink vouchers.  The first to give the correct answer wins the vouchers; second wins the sexy shirt; third wins the sexy calendar.

     First prize:        Vouchers for food and drink from bars, pubs and restaurants in Bangkok

     Second prize:       Nifty shirt with the "I Support Single Moms" slogan

     Third prize:        Sexy calendar with Pattaya go go dancers, from After Dark magazine

     Fourth prize:       Nada Diddly-Squat Special 4 U, U number ten!


Winner of last month's best caption:



Question was:


The following quote is from Memoirs of a Bangkok Warrior.  As far as I know, no one ever noticed that I was having some fun in this description of Whorehouse Charlie's background.  Charlie was a genius in setting up brothelariums throughout Thailand.  The following paragraph from the novel describing Charlie actually suggests the life of another genius.  Who is it? 


"According to Taylor, Whorehouse Charlie was precocious at an extremely early age. Legend had it that he had actually drawn up blueprints for his first brothel at the age of four. It was said that his father (whose talents also lay -- no pun intended -- in that direction) accompanied the child-genius on a tour of the brothels of Europe where Charlie was the sensation of the underworld and acclaimed by pimps, hookers, brothel owners, managers and madames, police on the take, as well as customers wherever he went. Charlie's entrepreneurial and organizational ability in the location, design and management of brothels, as well as his own striking improvisations, was clearly that of a genius. By the time Charlie was a young man he had been named a chevalier of the Order of the Moving Mattress and been named Brothelmeister for all of Europe. It was then that Charlie turned his attention to Asia where before long he had met one of Asia's brothel's most frequent customers, Taylor himself."   ANSWER: MOZART  (BEETHOVEN DIDN'T BEGIN TRAVELING UNTIL HE WAS 17)  Mozart had been Kappelmeister which I transformed into Brothelmeister, etc., etc.


This time: Give me the Best caption for this picture:   



That's all for this fortnightly column.  Drop by again.  Explore the rest of the website.  Meanwhile, as the girls used to tell me during the 1960's: "I no lie you, GI, I love you long time; you number one!"  And, remember: nothing says goodbye like a bullet.  And the more people I meet the more bullets I need.

Dean Barrett can be flamed at:


"At least one thing seems certain: against people who are ready to die in the cause of destroying freedom, people who are not willing to speak up for freedom for fear of being called a racist or an Islamophobe don't stand much chance of victory."

It is difficult to argue with this analysis. As St. Paul told the Corinthians 1,950 years ago, "If the trumpet give forth an uncertain sound, who shall prepare himself for the battle?"




More News on the "Religion of Peace"


The "Religion of Peace" continues to visit Southern Thailand


(Even though Bangkok English-language Newspapers seldom report it)




2009.05.26  (Yala, Thailand) - Muslim bombs and burning


2009.05.21 (Pattani, Thailand) - Two women - Kimniew Phakrak, 78, and Kanueng Phakrak, 62 - were shot dead and their bodies were torched by Muslim fanatics.


2009.05.19 (Yala, Thailand) - Three Mujahideen murder an elementary school teacher.


2009.05.19 (Pattani, Thailand) - Islamists ambush and kill two rangers.


2009.05.18 (Narathiwat, Thailand) - A 39-year-old civilian is gunned down by Muslim terrorists while on his way to play soccer.


2009.05.04 (Yala, Thailand) - Muslim insurgents shoot a 70-year-old man to death inside his home.





Over 3,600 Thais including monks and teachers and children have been murdered by Muslims in Southern Thailand and

over 45 Thais have been beheaded including Buddhist monks






Video: Muslim Men Whip a 17 year old Girl while she screams:





Video: New York City: Muslims Call for Shari'a Law:




A Muslim teenager in London gives the first inside account of how extremists are luring recruits



Stop Honorcide!


The REAL Islam:

Norway Police Foil Muslim Terrorist Plot



The REAL Islam:

Girl Elopes with non-Muslim: Beaten by Father; Killed by Brother



The REAL Islam:

hundreds of Muslim men beat and stone a 17-year-old woman to death



The REAL Islam:

Stabbed to death by her father for having a boyfriend


The Muslim Mindset

Strangled to death by her father for wearing Western-style dress


The Muslim Mindset


The Muslim Mindset


The Muslim Mindset

"Honor Killing" of Mother of Seven


American Capitulation: Connecticut wants Muslim holidays



Mohammad Playing with his Six-year-old Bride to Be

The so-called Prophet Muhammad Married a six-year-old named Aisha and had Sex with the girl by the time she was nine (if not before).  Mohammad ordered the death of two poets who mocked him as well as killed many others.  The Koran is full of hate for non-believers which it equates with "evil-doers."  Islam is not a religion: it is a fanatical brotherhood and hate-filled ideology.  The West continues to ignore the fact that Islam is a clear and present danger to anyone who believes in free speech, an independent judiciary, free press, etc., etc.  Self-censorship is now being practiced in Europe and America to appease Muslims.  The more Muslims a country lets in, the more problems it will have.


"All it takes for evil to triumph is for enough good men to do nothing." - Edmund Burke

Ibn Warraq:

The cartoons in the Danish newspaper Jyllands-Posten raise the most important question of our times: freedom of expression. Are we in the west going to cave into pressure from societies with a medieval mindset, or are we going to defend our most precious freedom -- freedom of expression, a freedom for which thousands of people sacrificed their lives? A democracy cannot survive long without freedom of expression, the freedom to argue, to dissent, even to insult and offend...Unless, we show some solidarity, unashamed, noisy, public solidarity with the Danish cartoonists, then the forces that are trying to impose on the Free West a totalitarian ideology will have won; the Islamization of Europe will have begun in earnest.


  • "The sword of Muhammad and the Quran are the most fatal enemies of civilization, liberty, and the truth which the world has yet known." - The eminent orientalist Sir William Muir (1819-1905)


    "All religions take care to silence or to execute those who question them...It has, however, been some time since Judaism and Christianity resorted openly to torture and censorship. Not only did Islam begin by condemning all doubters to eternal fire, but it still claims the right to do so in almost all of its dominions, and still preaches that these same dominions can and must be extended by war." - Christopher Hitchens, God is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything





    'If the Arabs put down their weapons today, there would be no more violence. If the Jews put down their weapons today, there would be no more Israel.' - Benjamin Netanyahu




    “Religion is an insult to human dignity.  With or without it, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things.  But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.”        --        by Nobel Laureate physicist Steven Weinberg. 



    —The unbelievers are your inveterate enemy. (4:101)
    —Mohammed is God’s apostle. Those who follow him are ruthless to the unbelievers but merciful to one another. (48:29).
    —It is unlawful for a believer to kill another believer, accidents excepted. (4:92)
    —Believers, take neither the Jews nor the Christians for your friends. (5:51)
    —Make war on them until idolatry shall cease and God’s religion shall reign supreme. (8:40)
    —Fight against them until idolatry is no more and God’s religion reigns supreme. (2:193)
    —The true believers fight for the cause of God, but the infidels fight for the devil.  (4:76)
    —We will put terror into the hearts of the unbelievers. (3:151)
    —I shall cast terror into the hearts of the infidels. Strike off their heads, strike off the very tips of their fingers. (8:12)

    —Muhammad said to the Jews: “If you embrace Islam, you will be safe. You should know that the earth belongs to Allah and His Apostle, and I want to expel you from this land. “
    — Allah’s Apostle said, “You (i.e. Muslims) will fight with the Jews till some of them will hide behind stones. The stones will (betray them) saying, ‘O ‘Abdullah (i.e. slave of Allah)! There is a Jew hiding behind me; so kill him.‘ “
    —Mohammed said, “I have been ordered to fight with the people till they say, “None has the right to be worshipped but Allah, and whoever says, “ None has the right to be worshipped but Allah , his life and property will be saved by me.“ (otherwise it will not). Vol. 4:196
    —Mohammed said, “Whoever changes his Islamic religion, kill him.“ Vol. 9:57
    —Mohammed said, “ No Muslim should be killed for killing a Kafir” (infidel). Vol. 9:50
    —Muhammad said: “Fight in the name of Allah and in the way of Allah. Fight against those who disbelieve in Allah. Make a holy war, … “. (Sahih Muslim 4294)




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    The Islamization of Europe

    Muslims are rapidly destroying freedom in Europe and have even brought about self-censorship and real censorship in the United States.  But there is one city in Holland where a new reality can be seen with the naked eye, more than anywhere else. Here, entire neighborhoods look as if they have been lifted from the Middle East, here stand the largest mosques in Europe, here parts of sharia law are applied in the courts and theaters, here many of the women go around veiled, here the mayor is a Muslim, the son of an imam.  This city is Rotterdam, Holland's second largest city by population, and the largest port in Europe by cargo volume.  Europeans, especially politicians, will not lift a finger to fight against Islamofascism.  And future generations will pay the price. 


    Please note, I do not and never would advocate violence against individual Muslims in any community.  For one thing, the guy you beat up with a baseball bat may turn out to have just escaped from some horrible Islamic regime.  Individual violence against Muslims or doing damage to mosques, etc., is just stupid and is also counterproductive as Muslim fanatics will show pictures of that all over the Muslim world to incite people against the West. 

    A good case can be made that Islam is a fanatical brotherhood masquerading as a religion, and, indeed, the adherents of Islam often act that way.   But, as individuals, a Muslim neighbor might possibly be more honest than a Christian neighbor.  It is only that the Muslim will have been brought up in a religion/brotherhood with a medieval mindset that is centuries behind the times and has a penchant for violence, especially against those who criticize the Koran and other aspects of Islam.   Winning the war against Muslim fanatics will take a long time and be hard-fought but it can and will be won.  But we must demand that more and more moderate Muslims join the fight against fanatical Muslims.   We must demand that our leaders absolutely reject any "compromise" on our right to free expression.  Compromising with the fanatics pulls the rug out from the Muslim moderates desperately trying to reform and secularize Islam.  And we must never bow to Muslim demands to curb our hard-won freedom of expression.   And freedom of expression always includes satire and even insulting satire including satire of glorified tribal myths called religion. 

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