A Gates of Vienna reader writes with a report of his own personal encounter with suburban cultural enrichment. I’m posting it here with his permission.
I want to pass on an incident that just happened to me.
I had to stop at a local CVS to pick up some items. As I pulled into a parking space in the lot I noticed another car had pulled into a spot at the exact same time. As I got out of my car so did he. I kind of laughed because the timing was so perfect it was almost like a choreographed dance.
Parked between our two cars was a beat up black sedan that I didn’t pay much mind to. As the both of us continued our “dance” walking towards the entrance of the CVS we heard someone baaaaing rather loudly like a sheep. We both turned around to see a young son of Allah in the beat up black car. He looked right at us and went “baaaa” again, and started laughing!
The guy next to me (a fellow white man) was stunned. But I knew (thanks to GoV and other sources) exactly what he was doing. I looked at the white guy and said, “He’s doing that because we are kuffar.” I then said rather loudly to the son of Allah, “Isn’t that right? You are acting like an idiot because we are kuffar, am I right?”
He just looked at me laughing and said, “Yes, kuffar. Yes, yes. You know kuffar? Iraq. You fight in Iraq? Kill many people?”
I guess he thought the only people who knew anything about Islam must have fought in some Islamic hellhole. The white guy and I then just walked in the store to transact our business, and on the way I gave him a brief education on kuffar, dhimmi, how we should be killed like lambs, and other Islamic gems. He had absolutely no idea.
As I went my way down the aspirin aisle (because I needed one at this point) it all became clear: there were two veiled woman with four screaming junior members of the Umma. The Jihadist outside (who I suspect was stoned on something) must have been their husband/cousin.
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I was furious. I had to do something but I didn’t know what. I knew I couldn’t kick his a** as I would be the one thrown in jail and accused of a hate crime. My attack had to be psychological.
So I bought my stuff and walked out of the CVS as cool as a cucumber. I calmly put my bags in the trunk, got into my car and started it up. The whole time I could hear him chuckling, with an occasional “baaaa”. As I pulled out I rolled down my window and said “Hey Mohammed? You just f***ed with the wrong kuffar. I got your license number, and my brother’s in the FBI. You just landed your whole family on a terrorist watch list. Have a nice day, scumbag!”.
He stopped laughing and his face went white. I quickly pulled away while he threw some choice curse words after me. Of course it was all bulls***. But I knew if I dragged his whole brood into the equation it would really freak him out. “Family honor” being such an important thing to Muslims.
I still can’t believe this guy had the cojones to do what he did. Where I live is predominantly white.
After this incident I started thinking how lucky I might have been. For all I knew he could have pulled out a gun and started blasting.
The other thing I that really hit home is how utterly oblivious Americans are to what Islam is actually about. I mean, I knew that intellectually. But that guy could have sat in that parking lot all day baaaing like a sheep and no one would have known what he was doing. He might just as well have been speaking in code.
Which is pretty much what Muslims do very well in the West all day long. We must somehow break that Enigma code in the minds of Americans. It is getting better. Every time a Victory Mosque or some other egregious Muslim activity takes place a little more info slips into the mainstream consciousness.