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).




Another fine After Dark photograph of a Pattaya beauty.



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Ah, yes, Nataree Massage: heaven on earth!  And it actually SAVES me money to go there.  I have been working it all out on a napkin.  Because I get half price on the Bangkok subway due to my age.  So instead of 26 baht to Huay Kwang station it is only 13 baht.  So I save 13 baht every time I go to Nataree.  So that is, say, 100 trips times 13 comes to 1300 baht one way, and 2600 baht round trip.  So after 100 trips I save 2600 baht which is the same price as what the girl costs (behind the glass the girl is only 2,000 baht).  So assuming prices of the Bangkok subway do not rise and Nataree prices don't rise, after 100 trips to Nataree, I will have saved enough on the subway to get a free massage.  A tall order, an enormous challenge and a time-consuming one but I am working on it.  Nataree is a bit unusual as most of the girls working there are not from Essarn, but from the north, such as, Chiang Mai, Chiang Rai and Mae Sai.  The really good thing about Nataree massage, besides the beauty and friendliness of the women, is that the girls are in my age bracket.  Roughly speaking.  OK, very roughly speaking.



Culinary Suggestions in Thailand:


A friend of mine has this to say about the Night of the Moths: "...the night they all hatched and were everywhere around all the light fixtures, and when I pointed them out, my Thai girlfriend replied "they're delicious fried and dipped in hot sauce." 'Nuff said?


Very nice of the Londoner Pub staff to remember my birthday.  Tough to turn "39" but they made it a lot easier.  Some friends say they had put me in for the Nobel Peace Prize due to my efforts at helping single moms but Obama snatched it.  Ah, well, there is always next time.



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I still have jetlag from New York but I remember the first thing I saw when I went into the immigration room in New York and stood in line was a flat TV screen on the wall and an American football game going on.  And at the JFK airport when I left, there was a TV screen at the Cathay Pacific departure gate with, yes, another American football game going on.  I thought how nice it would be if when people first come to America instead of sports there might be pictures of writers or great American thinkers or inventors, etc.  Maybe covers of Hemingway's books, etc.  But, no, only sports.  I guess I am on the wrong planet.




Uh, oh, some controversy about the King of the Jungle exhibition at the Emporium where birds and monkeys and an elephant were kept for ten days so that the Emporium could be flooded with families flashing cameras at the animals and kids trying to touch them.  Animal rights groups are up in arms.  Anyway, it is most likely about over.



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As I mentioned in a previous column, I first saw China in 1979.  At that time, there was no makeup for women and women dressed in trousers and, needless to say, no ads or women available such as those below in Beijing now advertising on Craig's List.  The one at the right even describes herself as a "sensual dominatrix."  My, my, whatever happened to Mao and the Great Cultural Revolution?  Is this what he meant by the Great Leap Forward?  Even Mao couldn't fight human nature.







Hi,guys! My name is Camille. I come from Suzhou, a famous Chinese city in rich of beautiful and attractive Chinese lady .I am learning in a English school part time everyday to improve my English. So we will have good communication during your massage. I can do very professional massage . If you wanna real relax, do give me a call. My "magic" hands will move over your body and do some things that will have you feel fully relieved as like in the heaven. An experience you deserve to try. I look forward to relaxing you. Please directly call me at (tel. no.)



And below, a beauty contest in China and pictures from a man's magazine.  I think the man's magazine is on Taiwan.  Not sure.  Love the chick with the knives.





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A monkey clings to a Mojos coyote dancer; can't say I blame him.  And the owner, Bob, is having a birthday party Thursday night 15 October with the girls dancing at Office Bar as well as at Mojos, so it should be quite a night.


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I had a really nice reunion with a Thai girl I knew in Hong Kong.  I had not seen her or heard from her in 32 years!  But she was looking at Pattaya Youtube videos and found mine and emailed me.  She is back in Thailand, still looking good, as of course so am I.  What a small world: At the time I met here she was taking care of the child of an Australian woman.  That woman worked with the head of Holiday Inns in Asia and I was doing the Holiday Inn magazine for Asia called InnAsia.  And then one day the woman smiled knowingly and said I see you are escorting the girl who is taking care of my assistant's child.  Yes, indeed, a small world.  And always great to see someone from 32 years ago.




Regarding business in Thailand, it is slooow everywhere, nightlife and daylife.  A great time to visit the Land of Smiles.  Pubs, go go bars, restaurants, etc. - all have far fewer customers than this time two years ago.  I hear Pattaya is much the same although Friday and Saturday nights still draws the crowds on Walking Street.  Yet another foreigner apparently offed himself, this time a well known bar owner, someone I had once had drinks with.  Committing suicide in Pattaya seems to be an attractive out for many foreigners; maybe it is some kind of flu.  I hope to get to Pattaya in about a month so I should be able to give a more accurate report then.





I love this picture precisely because it shows such a typical Thailand scene.  The workers who were living here while working on the Airport Railway have left, and their barracks pulled down, but the tree with all its spirits remains untouched.


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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.

Khun Nana has come down with a severe case of Tryingtogetlaiditis but promises to be well for next column.  Let us wish him a speedy recovery.


Until next time.  Khun Nana

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Perhaps this photograph of a Soi Cowboy maiden keeping in touch with her boyfriends abroad says it all.


You may have noticed the BNE signs around town, sometimes with a few Chinese characters on them, sometimes not.  I have seen them for years and they are all over Bangkok and believe it or not I saw one in New York Chinatown.  The first person who can tell me what it stands for gets a free book.  On one of the signs below the letters BNE there are two Chinese characters, the first says "participate" and the second says "up."  Vaguely religious, perhaps?  The point is if this is some religious cult's message or the message of an advertiser, it would seem to me the tease ads have lasted far too long.  If we don't know what it means then what is the point?  The only thing I could come up with was Bank of New England which I am sure it is not.  Please let me know and get a free book of mine of your choice.



Bangkok's Chinatown

Every now and then I enjoy taking a walk through Bangkok's Chinatown, certainly one of the most fascinating Chinatowns in the world.  Of course, most people bring a camera as I did but most are also smart enough in the rainy (and muggy) season to bring a hat (I didn't).  The plate of Lad Na Mee Grob was delicious and it cost thirty baht!  It was in a restaurant near Hua Lom Pong train station on the way back after a sweaty and hot day.  The place wasn't air-conditioned but the fans were fine.  I also went into a shopping mall at the end of Yaowalot and it was incredibly depressing.  Dark, almost no customers, and on the top two floors, lone singers on a low stage sang to people eating their quick Chinese meals which, somehow, made it very depressing.  They still have the women using their strings to deal with facial complexion problems, moles, pores, whatever.  I used to see them many years ago on the streets of Hong Kong but I think they are gone from there now.



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 “Defender of Thai Bargirls Everywhere”


Our story begins inside a typical go go bar somewhere in the capital city of Bangkok inside the exotic Kingdom of Thailand.  The name of this particular bar is not important as it might be any go go bar in the kingdom.  The music is loud and fast, the sexy, bikini-clad dancers are in full swing, the happy, horny patrons are drinking beer, the ebullient mama-san is encouraging the patrons to buy ladies drinks for the girls. 

In a booth at the back of the room an old lady sits quietly.  She is almost hidden by the stack of bikinis she has brought in to sell to the girls.  She is a popular figure in the bar as she is also a fortune teller and the girls love to have their fortunes told even more than they love the colorful, handmade bikinis she brings.  Her kind face is wrinkled, her hair snowy white, and her lips purple from years of chewing beetle nut.  Like many of the dancers themselves, she has no one to support her, but she always has a kind word for everyone in the bars. 

She smiles at the tiny, forlorn figure who passes by mopping the floor.  But the weary girl doesn’t notice her.  The girl’s nickname is Lek and she is followed, as she is each night, by her mangy little soi dog, Issarn.  The dog limps badly but is inseparable from and much loved by the girl he follows everywhere. 

Lek is from a remote village in northeast Thailand.  Her mother died giving birth to her.  But her father loved her dearly and she and her sister helped out on their farm as best they could.  She was fourteen years old when the drought hit.  When even the villagers most devout prayers failed to bring rain, and the land was scorched, her father lost the rice fields to money-lenders.  One month later, Po Po, Lek’s water buffalo and best friend, was sold to a man from a nearby town.   

Her father began to rant about the merciless sun and arid land and how he must have done evil in a past life.  Lek had been his favorite child but now he had no time for her or her sister.  Only for the rice wine.   In the chill dawn Lek was the first to come upon her father’s lifeless body.   There was a rope around his scrawny neck and he was hanging from the banyan tree she once played under as a child. 

Lek left her village for Bangkok to escape her lascivious uncle, a man who wanted to have his way with her and then sell her to a brothel.   She and her sister eked out a meager living sewing and cleaning by day and working in a toy factory at night.  Her sister married a toy salesman from the south and they moved far from Bangkok.  When the toy factory closed, Lek found what work she could and borrowed money to take a bus to Bangkok.  At the bus station she met a man who said he had work for her in a restaurant.  But he took her to a brothel and demanded she sleep with customers.  With the help of a kind-hearted customer, Lek escaped with another girl; a girl who had a sister working in a bar area, and so Lek found herself working as a cleaning girl in a go go bar.  She had left her village just over a year before but to Lek it seemed like another world from where she was now. 

None of the girls or customers hardly ever notice Lek, as she seldom speaks and is almost never included in the bargirls’ after hours parties and get-togethers.  It is not that they dislike her but there is something terribly sad and forlorn about Lek.  And, believing that the girls have enough troubles of their own, she is never willing to share her own problems with them. 

Although not unattractive, she wears no makeup and never smiles.  Her usual work outfit is a worn T-shirt and pair of faded shorts and sneakers, hand-me-downs from dancers in the bar.  Her only friends are her little dog and the fortune teller to whom she occasionally tells her troubles.  True, Sombat, the cute young Thai man at the door who encourages customers to enter, seems to like her, but Lek has never responded to his invitations to go out for a late night snack or for a ride on his motorcycle.

But although she passes by hardly noticed by others, Lek is always alert to what is happening in the bar.  And, unknown to anyone, over the years she has even picked up bar English.  And it seems to her that the skimpily clad young ladies who work in the bar, who dance and smile and go out with men, are seldom appreciated and are sometimes cheated by foreign men as well.  She knows many of them are single mothers with a child or two to support, and yet she has seen how little they are respected by men from other countries; customers with money who take advantage of them.  And the bar owner is a man from abroad, a loud and callous, coldhearted man who has the power to hire and fire and who fines girls for being even a few minutes late.  She has always wished there was something she could do to improve the lives of the girls not just in this bar but in all of the kingdom’s bars; but she is well aware that she is powerless.

But tonight she is thinking of something else.  Something the fortune teller told her less than two weeks before.  That soon an event would happen which would change her life.  It was a vague premonition rather than a specific rendering but the fortune teller seemed so certain.  And Lek wondered what it could be. 

And why had the old lady given her such a beautiful charm to wear on a chain around her neck?  It was an almost flat circle of gold nearly two inches in diameter with a serrated edge.  She could not understand the engraved ancient Khmer script on the back but on the obverse was the face of a beautiful woman.  It was the only beautiful thing Lek owned.  And the fortune teller had told her to safeguard it always and to use it whenever needed.  But what did she mean “to use it whenever needed”?

Lek lives alone in a windowless little room above the bar.  The narrow stairs to her room start in the mop closet at the rear of the bar where she keeps all the cleaning supplies.  As she did every night, Lek entered the mop closet and picked up her bucket and carried her mop and bucket out the back door and over to the canal which ran through a field of weeds and banana trees just behind the bar.  Her little dog traipsed after her as best he could.

The night was clear and only a few tenuous strands of clouds swirled about the gibbous moon.  And, yet, as soon as Lek began her walk to the canal, she felt the wind pick up, and a few cold raindrops splashed against her face.  She noticed bolts of lightning flashing in the distance but continued on with her chore.  She reached over and emptied the bucket into the canal.  As she did so the rain increased and bolts of lightning struck closer and her little dog began barking and yelping.   Lek paid little attention and knelt beside the canal to wash out her mop.

Suddenly, amidst great wind and torrential rain and an almost deafening clap of thunder, a lightning bolt struck little Lek and her dog.  Lek struggled to walk, to run, but felt completely paralyzed, unable to move, and yet she felt no pain.  In fact, as the lightning bolt coursed through her little body, she felt as if an enormous surge of energy was infusing her, transferring an enormous force into her every fiber, giving her strength and power and vigor. 

The wind and rain and thunder and lightning stopped as suddenly as it had begun.  She rose and turned to look at her little dog.  She could scarcely believe her eyes.  Issarn’s coat was smooth and beautiful and as he walked a few paces she could see that his limp had disappeared.   And, as he barked, he too seemed to have a new sense of confidence.

Lek turned and walked slowly back to the bar, trying to understand what had happened.  She entered the mop closet to replace her mop and bucket and to pick up her sewing kit.  As she did so, she noticed a long, rectangular black box.  And beneath it she spotted the clothes.  She had never seen clothes so beautiful; they seemed almost to glow.   A spectacular two-piece silken outfit of emerald green with crimson trim.  And at the center of the chest inside a crimson oval was the figure of a black scorpion.   Ordinarily, Lek would never have dared to try this on but somehow she knew this was meant for her.    She snatched up the box and the clothes and reached down to pick up Issarn.  But as Issarn backed away, she realized he no longer needed her to carry him up to her room.

Followed by Issarn, she quickly ran up the stairs, unlocked her door and entered the sparsely furnished room.  She quickly tried on the outfit which she somehow sensed the fortune teller had left for her.  The short-sleeved tunic was tight-fitting and the short, pleated skirt revealed much of her thighs.  She slid on the elbow length black fishnet arm warmers, and then the fingerless lace gloves with ruffle trim.  The stiletto-heeled white boots fit her perfectly.  And last she used the Velcro snap at the neck to secure the green and crimson cape. 

She then noticed the much smaller green and crimson cape and realized that was for her dog, Issarn.  She quickly fastened it about his neck.  When she opened the box, she could hardly believe her eyes: inside were some of the most expensive cosmetics she had ever seen.   

When she had finished dressing and putting on her makeup she looked at herself in the mirror.  Her complexion was perfect, her smile was dazzling and her straggly hair was now silken smooth and lustrous.  She understood now that she was beautiful.  It was not a boast or an exaggeration.  It was simply the truth.  She was very beautiful.  And sexy.  And erotic.  But far more important she realized that, when dressed in this outfit, she was powerful.  And she understood why she had been given this power.  To fight for justice.  She was determined to use this power for the benefit of the girls who gave so much of themselves every night in the bars of Thailand.   And who received so little in return.

But if she was to keep her identity secret she would need to change quickly from one identity to the other: from Lek the janitor to Lek the Avenger and back again.   And she wondered how she could do this.  And then she remembered the beautiful charm the fortune teller had given her.   She pulled out her neck chain and studied the charm.  In her surprise, she almost dropped it.  The face of the beautiful woman had disappeared; replaced by an image of a scorpion. 

Lek held the charm in her hand, running her fingers over the Khmer script.  As she did so, she realized that she could pronounce the letters.  She began reading the script aloud.  A kind of chant, a mantra, almost a prayer.  She did not understand the meaning but she recited it as if she had always known it.  The second she finished, a bright, almost blinding, light appeared and then immediately disappeared.  And there in the mirror was Lek the janitor.  She looked over at Issarn and saw he was as before: diseased and sickly.  And the face of the beautiful woman had reappeared on the charm.  She again ran her fingers over the script and again heard herself reading it aloud.  The same blinding light briefly appeared and again she was Lek the Avenger with her Wonder Dog Issarn.  And again the obverse of the coin displayed the image of a scorpion.

And now Lek understood that the lightning strike had given her something far more valuable than beauty; something she had never felt before: a confidence in herself and in her ability to perform whatever task needed to be done.   No longer would foreign men be able to take advantage of defenseless Thai bargirls. Lek the Avenger and her Wonder Dog Essarn would see to that.

     Coming soon: First Episode - A loudmouthed Aussie Drunkard Learns a Lesson in Manners!    


Illustrations: Chan Man Loon; Photography: Paul Spurrier



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Letters from Readers



Dear Dean, Apparently we created a stir in the Bangkok airport...I was oblivious, concentrating on finding the correct check in lane, but my girlfriend remarked "people are gossiping us."  When I asked her what she meant, she said the other people in the airport were looking at us because I was with "4 beautiful women."  She said "they think you have too many girlfriends I think," and added one other item: in my heart of hearts I believe she meant to say "they think it must be wrong," but given Oriental issues with r and l, what she really said was "they think it must be long."  A classic Bangkok moment.  Reg

Reg, This may be the first time in history a punter was sent off by four coyote dancers at the Bangkok airport.  Check with Guinness Book of Records!



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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.


Our Lady in Black




Like to learn a bit about retiring in Asia?




Maps of all the provinces of Thailand




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A fine independent Pattaya Bookstore:



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Politically incorrect rants and raves from Uncle Fred.


Girlfriends looking for Taliban boyfriends.

Taliban Singles Dating Page


Very satirical writing and videos.


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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!



New Contest:  Be the first to say: In the book, Memoirs of a Bangkok Warrior, how did Taylor say Whore House Charlie died?  Too tough a question for you?  OK, either answer that or this: In Identity Theft: Alzheimer's in America, Sex in Thailand, Tangles of the Mind why did Lek the Go Go Dancer seduce the author (me) toward the end of the novel?



Winner of last column's question: 


 The Hualumpong Train Station is located on Khlong Phadung Krung Kasem


(one winner only)


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.

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"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."



More News on the "Religion of Peace"


The "Religion of Peace" continues to visit Southern Thailand


Just some of the recent atrocities committed by Muslims in Thailand




2009.10.07 Thailand Pattani - Islamists shoot two men to death, one as he is driving his child to school.


2009.10.06 Thailand Narathiwat  - Islamic militants kill four civilians in separate bombings, including a Buddhist woman at a restaurant.


2009.10.04 Thailand Narathiwat - A villager is shot in the neck and then set on fire by Religion of Peace separatists.


2009.10.02 Thailand Pattani - A middle-aged Buddhist man is among two people murdered separately by Muslim gunmen.


2009.09.23 (Pattani, Thailand) - Two Buddhists, one a 19-year-old woman, are brutally murdered by Muslim gunmen.


2009.09.23 (Yala, Thailand) - A 16-year-old boy is shot to death by Muslim radicals in a drive-by attack.


2009.09.17 (Pattani, Thailand) - A Buddhist laborer is among three civilians shot to death by Islamic terrorists in separate attacks.


2009.09.16 Thailand Narathiwat - A man picking up groceries in his truck is gunned down by Muslim radicals.


2009.09.13 Thailand Yala -  Five local security personnel are ambushed and killed by Islamic radicals while on a break.






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












Stop Honorcide!












German book publisher pulls out from ‘honour killing’ novel fearing Islamic backlash














Happening Now in America:

Islamic foot-washing basins in airports; Shariah finance being introduced by American banks; college campuses designating Islamic prayer rooms for Muslims only; Islamic compounds practicing Shariah law springing up across America; public schools using our tax dollars to indoctrinate American students into Islam; demands by Muslim parents that their children be provided private prayer rooms in their public schools; Muslim workers demanding special workplace accommodations no other religious person would ask for; and the list goes on.


"How dreadful are the curses which Mohammedanism lays on its votaries! Besides the fanatical frenzy, which is as dangerous in a man as hydrophobia in a dog...No stronger retrograde force exists in the world (than Islam)." Winston Churchill


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




    There is not one Muslim country in the world which gives equal rights to non-Muslims but when Muslims enter other countries they demand more than equal rights!  Write your congressman and tell him to stop kowtowing to Muslims.


    “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)




    Some books that tell it like it is!




    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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