Let Me Tell You Something, President Bush

Note from the Baron: The following post is the first of a series of old posts by Dymphna, which I’m calling “Dymphna’s Greatest Hits”. I’ll post one every Monday unless something intervenes. They’ll be published under Dymphna’s byline and using her GoV UserID, which will otherwise no longer be seen.

The following post is from December 2005, and is from her series called “I Could Scream”. That was the title of her blog on Wretchard’s site from a few months before this one was posted at GoV. Unfortunately, Wretchard eventually had to close his umbrella site, and as far as I know all her posts from there were lost.

In those days she carried about 80% of the load here at Gates of Vienna, sometimes posting three or four times a day. In recent years she had been despondent about her declining abilities — it was hard for her to focus well enough to write like she used to. In 2004 and 2005 she was a powerhouse.

Let Me Tell You Something, President Bush

by Dymphna
Originally published on December 27, 2005

I wasn’t going to post on Nour Miyati’s suffering again. I swore I wouldn’t. Maybe I thought if I didn’t put up anything, then it would all just go away. However, being an ostrich has real limits. And if we aren’t at least willing to bear witness to another’s agony, then do we have the right to speak at all?

What the Saudis have done, what they have permitted to be done, to Ms. Miyati is so inhumane that it almost beggars description.

Let’s begin with some background from previous posts.

First of all, this woman didn’t go to the authorities — her owner dropped her bruised and battered body at the hospital, denying any responsibility for her condition:

A 25-year-old maid who came to Saudi Arabia as a guest worker will leave behind most of her fingers and toes and part of her right foot when she is repatriated to Indonesia. In addition to the amputations, necessitated by gangrene, several teeth had been knocked out and she is in danger of losing an eye as a result of severe beatings.

That was back in April of this year. I warned then that she would be under the aegis of sharia law, and thus her life — being a mere female, Muslim or not — wasn’t worth much. I also noted that the jerks who did this to her would be let go. Prince (at the time) Abdullah, busy doing a quick cover-your-a** move, stuck his big nose into it, insisting that she get good care and transferring her to the lad-de-dah King Faisal Specialist Hospital and Research Center. Abdullah even sent the Health Minister over to check on her. They both declared her experience at the hands of her employers “disgusting”.

That was then. In May, things started to go sideways. All of a sudden, it wasn’t the employers’ fault. Or if it was, they were only guilty of neglect. But the maid, she was really the guilty party. That woman had the nerve to accuse her owners employers of mistreating her. Therefore she had violated the law by making false allegations. Here are my remarks in May, followed by the hideously criminal medical report from a bunch of Saudi butchers with M.D. after their names:

Brutalization is not just a family affair in Saudi Arabia. The state is a willing and eager partner. And it can twist arms with a mighty force, especially arms with hands whose fingers are missing. On the one hand, there is the medical committee’s report:

A medical committee set up by Riyadh Governor from a number of specialists from the Ministry of Health concluded that the maid suffered wounds and bruises to her body, “suggesting she has been the victim of violence and that the gangrene could not have been caused as a direct result of beating and that it probably was caused by an inherent disease suffered by the patient.”

Her “inherent disease” is simply the grinding poverty which drove her to seek employment far from home. She wound up in Hell. The “inherent disease” of the Saud tribe is corrupt, terminally evil governance. These spawn of Stalin are unspeakable.

Now, to bring you up to date, in case you’ve managed to avoid this until now. It’s hardly “news” anymore, since it’s been floating around the blogosphere for awhile. The Religious Policeman (whose blog is dedicated “In Memory of the lives of 15 Makkah Schoolgirls, lost when their school burnt down on Monday, 11th March, 2002. The Religious Police would not allow them to leave the building, nor allow the Firemen to enter”) had a few sardonic things to say about how judges arrive at their numerology when it comes to handing down lashings for false allegations:

…But we [he is referring to the Saudis] have lost our 14th-Century pre-eminence in Maths. And we are dealing with a crime against an Indonesian here, and they are Third World, and she is a woman, and there are plenty more on the next 747 from Jakarta.

But that’s not all. After all, didn’t the Indonesian woman change her testimony? That just shows you can’t trust these people. And she must be punished for changing her testimony. So more Maths. If you get 35 lashes for causing someone to lose fingers and toes, and knocking out several of their teeth [these were the charges against her owners employers], then for changing your testimony, you should get…

A Riyadh judge sentenced an Indonesian maid, who accused her sponsor and his wife of torturing her, to 79 lashes yesterday.

So I got that wrong, as well. And the ironic thing is that, if we lashed people across the hand instead of across the back, then she wouldn’t feel it, because she’s lost her fingers. But Indonesian housemaids never seem to have any luck.

The Religious Policeman has further accounts of the depraved physical punishments meted out in his native country, but I can just barely get through this one so I won’t elaborate further. You can follow the link if you wish.

Anyone with a shred of human decency who was unfortunate to have been born a citizen of that Saudi hell hole should find another country ASAP. Like yesterday. A decent human being could not, in good conscience, ally him or herself with this depravity.

For the rest of us, there is nothing we can do. You can’t throw money at evil. You can’t wish it away. You can — as I did — hide from it because it’s so painful to think about. To those of our readers who believe in the efficacy of prayer, I ask that you join me every morning in doing just that. Pick your time and place and give this woman’s plight a moment of your soul’s attention.

And you, Barbara Walters, will get whatever it is you deserve for giving these creeps legitimacy by interviewing them. May you be chained forever to the degenerate King you babbled with. May you both endure an eternal interview with one another. I can’t think of a more fitting existence for you both. If you had any heart at all, woman, you’d be using your influence to collect some funds for this victim of the Devil himself. But you won’t lift a finger, will you? On to the next celebrity.

And let me tell you something, President George Bush. If you ever hold hands with one of these degenerates again… then I pity you. You, sir, know better than anyone — since you are privy to information not available to the rest of us — what horrors these Saudi princes are. If you do not speak out before you leave office, then God have mercy on your soul. It would take an immensity only God possesses to forgive you for colluding with them in the name of whatever policy you have in place.

Basta!

11 thoughts on “Let Me Tell You Something, President Bush

  1. What a wonderful idea, Baron – I’m so glad you chose to bring us ‘ Dymphna’s Greatest Hits ‘ !

    After your sad announcement of her passing I, and I’m sure many other G of V friends, read through some of her old posts – perhaps to stave off that awful sense of loss. For us, it is all we will have to remember her by.

    Our selections were undoubtedly random and haphazard, but you, who knew her better than anyone, are certainly the one to select the best of her writing. I for one will now look forward to Mondays in a special way, for as long as you decide to keep this new feature.

    (I haven’t yet read today’s offering … I was just so pleased to see Dymphna’s ‘byline’ again I couldn’t wait to say thanks! I know we are in for some treats … and it may help you at this sad time. I certainly hope so.)

  2. This was long before I knew of GoV; thanks for sharing it now. Dymphna’s righteous anger blazes forth, and I hope will inspire all of us to speak our minds on the awfulness of Islamic misogyny, and Arab racism, which is still far too little known.

  3. Thank you Baron! I think this is a great idea. I don’t know Dymphna’s earlier writings, so I’m looking forward to you posting them.

  4. I could not agree more with Mark H, both about the apparent abysmal ignorance of Islamic misogyny, racism and more.
    I also join him in the appreciation of Dymphna’s righteous anger. The Baron has always had a deft scalpel for the pretentious and perfidious, and its accompaniment was a broadsword stroke from the lady I often pictured as Boudicaa on a tear.
    And together a sense of humor and of humanity.
    In memory and appreciation and determination to carry on.

  5. Dymphna had a great ability to get to the point of her postings and hit it hard with facts, sharp wit, and conclusions. I am very pleased that you are posting her past writings. It is fine way to share them with us, honor her, and is a healing thing to do for you.
    All the best from Alaska.

  6. Thank you, Baron, for keeping Dymphna’s voice alive for us. I don’t think I was following GoV then (in 2005) although I was starting to wake up to the realities of the jihad. So, it will be good to read her passionate views from that time.

    Dymphna here is a powerhouse of true outrage and justified anger. She had tried—in a very human way, as we all do—to avoid reading more of this poor maid’s horrendous plight, for how can we bear it, day after day, when there is so little we can do to help. But Dymphna did help: she spoke out and called the trademarked Saudi cruelty for what it was. She spoke out for that poor Indonesian woman, the lowest of the low for the depraved Saudi torturers.

    I look forward to reading more of Dymphna’s writings, especially from her earlier times online.

  7. I had forgotten about the Religious Policeman. He was a must read back in the day. He managed to stay anonymous but one got the impression it was only a matter of time before the boom came down. I believe he worked in the energy sector and engineered a move to London. As far as I know he just faded out over fear of wrecking his situation in London. He DID NOT want to go back to KSA.
    Thank you for this one Baron. I will miss D, she was a firebrand.

  8. Baron, if there was someplace to start on a GoV timeline, Dymphna’s examples of Nour Miyati and the Makkah School Stampede perfectly embody so much of what is unforgivably evil about Islam.

    Miyati is the poster child for Islamic slavery reaching back to the sub-Sahara and who knows how many tens of millions of West African dead. The vast majority of whom were doomed to female sexual slavery or, often, complete genital amputation during which fatal exsanguination was a common cause of death. And that was what awaited the bare 15% that survived their walking, trans-Saharan caravans.

    As further evidence of this genocidal policy, consider how slave-mongering America has (within that population’s own limitations) a relatively thriving Afro-American demographic compared to exactly ZERO SUCH THING on the Arabian Peninsula. This is because no slave descendants were allowed to survive in any meaningful numbers.

    The 2002 Saudi girls school fire may sound horrific—and the mutaween forcing young girls to be incinerated for their perverted moral virtue signaling most certainly is—but it all pales in comparison to Islamic slavery.

    It becomes evermore clear that Muslim enslavement of Europeans may have spread plagues and even precipitated the near-collapse of pre-Rennaisance Europe. Predation by Barbary pirates and slavers nearly forced the entire Mediterranean to its knees.

    Were it not for Martel and Sobieski, none of these words might be appearing on anybody’s screens right now. So, most definitely, slavery trumps flambéing a coven of wizened, hijab-less Makkah hags that Mohammad wouldn’t even marry on a bar bet.

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