March 18, 2005 // by admin

Present at the Creation

We are witnessing the genesis of two momentous memes.  The first is women + eroticism + sexual freedom = democracy.  This was one of the daemons that infused rock and roll (beforeSgt. Pepper killed it) with such infernal energy and exploded into the Sexual Revolution 40 years ago.  Message to the Middle East:  hold on tight, folks. You’re on the edge of something deep and wild.

The other is the end of the Iraq War.  I know I’m anticipating, and there are certain to be disappointments to come.  But a meme is not a prediction.  It is in part the formulation of a general consensus–ijma’, for you Islamic scholars out there–that, if adopted, germinates, spreads, infects and inspires, eventually forming the way we view reality.  Does the way we view reality determine reality?  I’ll leave that to better minds than mine to hash out.  I should add, though, that meme-wise, not only is the Iraq War ending–but, Juan Cole and Daily Kos and Moveon and CODEPINK notwithstanding, the good guys evidently won.

The meme to push now:  Islamofascism is ludicrous, pathetic, contemptible and worse, no fun.  It’s so, like, yesterday, solooo-ser.  Why follow the teachings of some bearded boogeyman who looks like his face would crack if he laughed, when you can party in downtown Beirut with the “Babes of Democracy”?  Perhaps we should break out the old slogans and offer them to the Middle East – you know:  “Make love, not war” and “War is not good for children and other living things”?  How about:  “Make a World at Peace, not a World in Pieces?”  Just a thought.

But really, you have to ask yourself, how can your basic theocratic regime run by sexually repressed and repressivemujtahids survive when it faces problems like these acts ofwidespread sinfulness taking place at Iranian celebrationsof Ashura?  Doesn’t anyone recall that Mohammad maintained at least 14 wives and innumerable slave girls (at least one of whom he “visited” each night)–and that beautiful women and perfume were the Prophet’s (pbuh) particular passions?  And doesn’t the situation in Iran today seem like America in, oh, say, 1954?  (Having been in Iran in 2000, I vouch for that observation.)  Yes, yes! I see him now!  Striding across the plains of Persepolis, oud in one hand, a copy of Rumi in the other, curling that insouciant lip and swiveling them slender hips–ladies and gentlemen, the Persian Elvis! 

Update:  What would The King, er, Shah (Caliph?) think of thislegislative proposal?

Update II:  Apparently, dissatisfaction with the turban-headsis not restricted to the young and restless.  (The news is a little old, but have we heard about this?)  Oh, and Happy Noruz to you Persians out there.

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