In 2022 Saudi Arabia commemorated March 22 by sponsoring the public mass execution of 81 felons. All in one day, a Saudi personal best Beheadings, of course. This was well-reported by Amnesty International, and by the European Saudi Organization for Human Rights, the ESOHR? Ee-sore? They should pick a better name. Amnesty international -- that's a good name. Well … AI.
For Saudi Arabian executions - the Year of Our Lord 2020 was an all-time low. In the whole year, only 69 beheadings ... heh heh ... 69. But actually the statistics are variously reported. These bleeding hearts are not always about the math. Double, half, a third, two-times -- who could be bothered. Likewise, their noteworthy usage of sarcasm-quotation marks. "Terrorism" -- another man's "freedom-fighterism."
But 2020's low beheading score is said to be due to a moratorium on drug-related executions. Coincident somehow with the worlds' 2020 flirtation with co-vid. Maybe the Arabians thought Allah was handling his own metabolism-related executions? Ah, 2020, the year for perfect hindsight.
It is not our place, of course, to have an opinion about the mores and totems of other cultures, such as the female head-covering ethnicities slash races. I should be silent except to appologize, as a patriarchal binary cis male-identifying nominally hetero privilaged, um, white I almost forgot white -- my unforgivable whiteness. I am sooooo white.
So, an interesting bit of trivia: for several decades now, Saudi Arabia's beheading schedule has been computerized. Maybe correlated with the phases of the moon? It can get confusing. I mean, there was just an eclipse. Who knew?
So many bodiless heads. Like a straight-to-video End Times movie, from a Fundavangelist ministry.
Big Hair Productions is prideful to present ... SATAN'S BIG ADVENTURE!!!
It's big Big BIG!!! See! 144,000 virgins!!! See! Myriads of beheadings!!! See! Hell expanding its borders!!!
Etc. The Beast would have a PC. Point is, the bad guys, Hamas, Iran -- yes, even our close allies the Arabians -- enjoy the benefits of mechanization. Why, if we average our two civilizations together, it's almost the Industrial Revolution! Likewise, barbarian invasion, and the Triumph of the Will … the self. The greatest difference, is the pastels.
Which brings us to a related topic. That bothersome nine eleven thing, from a few decades ago. Did they ever get around to building a memorial? I haven't been paying attention. Well, lets look. Oh, yes, I see. A pit, a pond of some sort. Well that makes sense. Fill up the hole with water. Do they allow swimming?
The National September 11 Memorial & Museum. Is the "the" part of the name? But, frankly, it's very, very derivative. The Viet Nam Memorial is also in a pit. A wall, in a hole. Like a grave. America, with its subterranean memorials. Walls, pools…
Might we be allowed something actually above ground level? A monument!
What a super colossal idea! What sort of Monument, you query??? How about a sad little virgin wrought large and gazing wistfully out to sea?
How about a ring of ethnically diverse children holding hands with soulful eyes focused on a single central point hovering in the middle distance? How about a mechanical 1,792 foot-tall bronze sunflower that always faces the sun? How about a gigantic green CRESCENT symbolizing the um inexcoriable passage of time while suggesting the uh completing arc of the lifecycle of the comity of um socio-economo-religical entities as they relate to huh multiethnicalositous perpendicularity?
Yes. While all of the above are really good ideas that I made up, I have another suggestion -- impossible to execute now, even if we used computers, but a really good idea nevertheless. How about we ... leave the rubble in place! Perhaps we can jump into our Wayback machine, travel back to 9/12/01 and resolve to let reality speak its own mute eloquence? Clean up the neighborhood, clear out the asbestos and other sundry carcinogens, sop up the body fluids as is only fitting, but leave the broken concrete and twisted girders unmolested where they fell? Too raw, you say?
No. Just raw enough.
But that ship has sailed, that garbage scow, laden with 1,200,000 tons of dust and debris from The Pile that was the former World Trade Center. Sailed. Sailed in the form of countless dump trucks, you may remember, bound for Staten Island -- now that much larger an island. One point two million tons larger. Perhaps it will grow to be a new continent. Yes, we might feel some assurance that if the no longer quiescent islamists have their way there shall be a sort of reverse Atlantis, a Brave Newer World rising from the troubled gray waves of our eastern shore -- a new land congealed from the dust of toppling american landmarks like so many falling dominoes.
And this wonder the neo islamists will have performed, using our technology and their native genius for mayhem? (Neo islamist -- now that's an oxymoron.)
What shall we call this new continent currently waiting to coalesced from American blood and grit? We'll call it ... Allahland!!! No, too West Coast. We'll call it ... Seventytwovirginistan!!! No, gauche. Um, Saudi America!?!
Oy. What am I thinking? We won't call it anything. We won't be around. There won't be any we. The dodo, the passenger pigeon and, uh, American culture -- which of these three is not like the others? Trick question.
And this fact, this clear and present fact, this self-evident truth -- that there is a death cult that wants us dead, Jews, but us, and you, regardless of the identity of your pronouns? -- and safe as you suppose you are, on your island? -- Well, this fact ... there should be some sort of Monument to this bit of, this datum and jetsam. It seems that important. A Monument not to commemorate the evaporated dead, but to bring the imperiled future into focus ... so that even rings of ethnically diverse children might see it.
You see, before they dug deep enough for "the" National September 11 Memorial & Museum, Sub Monument, there already was a 9/11 Monument. It is on the leeward shore of Staten Island at the dump that received some megatons of demolition detritus from its former upscale Manhattan address. Guess what the name of that, uh, landfill is. Did you guess? Wrong. Okay, get ready. Since the dump's opening in 1948, it's been called ... Fresh Kills.
Too obvious for irony, isn't it. Fresh Kills Landfill and islamism Memorial Park. they haven't really built it yet. Sounds like prophecy to me. Maybe those big hair preachers are right -- more beheadngs on the way. Or maybe somebody owns a Wayback machine, to 1948, and the naming of names.
George Orwell named that book by reversing the digits, 19 48 to 19 84. He thought it would be true, by then. But 1984 is not a year. It's a process. And one of its New Year's Days was September 11, 2001. Because it's not about the notable event, or our notable response. It's about our failure to learn.
biden's open borders, and the War that he is Pro. And the race, and the sex gender, that he is against. His particular 9-11 is lasting 4 years, if he lives that long. And to further mix my metaphor, I don't know that Trump can be a Lincoln to biden's Buchanan.
The monuments of that former Civil War, are being torn down, as are the monuments of the Framers of the Constitution. Replaced we have seen, by pits and holes and dumps. I could go on and on. If there's a single word that says it, I'd suppose it's Castration.
J
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