Vail Daily column: Killing to die, or dying to kill
I wonder what the last night is like when someone knows they will be dying the next day, on purpose.
Do they knowingly watch a final sunset for one last reminder of how beautiful nature can be?
What a bummer if it’s raining.
Do they have a favorite meal, re-watch a favorite Star Wars episode, reminisce in their head about happy childhood memories (if there were any)?
No matter how they choose to spend their final night with a beating heart, there is always a certain finality factor that figures into the equation, and — like it or not — virtually every time that particular feature revolves around ancient magical belief systems.
These past few weeks we have once again been exposed to mythical-based martyr’s in Orlando killing 49 innocent people, 45 in a Turkish airport, 22 in Bangladesh and 119 in Baghdad (this column is due every Sunday night, so I can only hope another senseless tragedy has not occurred since then, but I suppose I have my own delusions).
Each has occurred during the “Month of Ramadan:” 30 days of intense prayer, dawn-to-dusk fasting and nightly feasts by those choosing to follow Islam, which sadly means one out of every five on this planet.
I use the word ‘sadly’ because of the absurdity of it all, as ‘intense prayer’ is just as pointless as ‘bland prayer,’ neither accomplishing anything other than making the one talking to themselves temporarily feel better. But hey, if they wish to starve during the day and stuff themselves silly at night, as long as they don’t attempt to impose similar sanctions on me, I don’t really care.
All magical belief systems have traditions levied upon followers, and for what it’s worth, I think crunchin’ on a cracker and slamming a shot of wine is just as silly, but again, as long as it is not mandated for those outside the cult, I don’t really care.
And this is the crux of the situation, as these Muslim extremists will never stop trying to force their particular brand of irrationality upon the rest of us.
The month of Ramadan ends today, with jihadists conveniently renaming it the “Month of Jihad,” and anyone they deem “not Muslim enough,” such as Christians, Jews, atheists, secularists, intellectuals, homosexuals and freethinkers of all shapes and sizes, should be murdered in the most gruesome ways possible.
All because of interpretations of ancient words scribbled on animal hides by goat herders who believed the sun revolved around a 6,000-year-old earth, unicorns and flying horses were real and women were biologically inferior.
Oh, and the closer one commits martyrdom to the end of Ramadan the better their rewards from Allah.
As Yoda would say, “The delusions are deep in this one, yes they are.”
In Bangladesh the deity-obsessed cowards walked from person to person asking questions about the Koran, and if the answers were not up to their particular level of satisfaction, the person had their throat slit.
This so-called clash of civilizations is actually a clash between the civilized and the savage, so I don’t really care how they spend their final night, I just wish the rest of us wouldn’t have to continue suffering for their intellectually dishonest and irrationally pointless lives.
People can be defeated, ideologies cannot. The best we can ever hope for is to keep the extreme radicalized of all cults in check, but it is sadly through never-ending war and constant vigilance.
Either way it’s better than dying.
Richard Carnes, of Edwards, writes weekly. He can be reached at email@example.com.