Saturday, September 22, 2007

Feel the Love, Shahids

Such trusting little souls. Here is what passes for an elementary school education in Hamastan.

You have seen the images before. I doubt they even shock anyone, nowadays.

They seem so commonplace, anymore. Such things have been going on for years, and no one at the U.N. says anything about the morbid abuse of children in the Caliphate of Dumb. No one in the press, no messenger of Jesus Christ cries out from the pulpits of Christendumb to invoke the words of doom that those who lead little ones into sin have a fate worse than death awaiting them. Affirmation by silence. Except for a few folks in the invisible etherea, no one pays attention.

Morgan Freeberg's thoughts via American Digest

Things I Know

222. People who tolerate evil, because of their hidden agendas, fear of consequences or retribution, knowledge of their limitations, laziness, whatever, want everyone else to tolerate it as well. Being allowed to make up their own minds, to opt out of any movement to oppose the evil, to be left alone while braver men confront what they will not, never seems to be enough for them. Always, or nearly always, there is this passion to stop others from doing what they lack the courage to do. They talk about this passion and the resulting frustration a great deal. But they won’t explain it. I wish they would.


I can remember - way back in the 70s - attending a Keith Green concert. Boy was he pissed. Seriously upset. Upset at the marketing of Christ. The Jesus kitsch racket. The tote bags, t-shirts, you name it. Green deplored it all. He was giving away his records by the time he died.
One record cover stands out to me more than any others. It was this one:

No Compromise. The picture says it all. One man standing up to the tyrant and false idol, while the rest just grovel and say nothing. So very like today.

One of my cherished pet peeves is the Christian Book Store phenomenon. Deplorable tacky bric-a-brac with whisps of scriptural admonitions. Ick.
My favorite token of ire is the whole Precious Moments crapfest. You see the stuff everywhere. Statues of blonde, blue-eyed tots with their eyeballs ALWAYS turned heavenward. Just. awful.

So how do we get these two odious children to play together? Hey, I know!

Badly rendered artwork by Ibn Karandash

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Gates of Vienna: Join the Art Project!

Gates of Vienna: Join the Art Project!

Marhaban! Friends and Enemies Alike!

As seen at Gates of Vienna:

Top left balloon (UN): Sorry, but what about your treatment of women, if I may ask?

Muslim: You little Zionist Islamophobic racist! This is not a women-conference but a HUMAN rights conference!

Bottom balloon (EU): Uh… ehh… I’ll just say… Allahu Akbar…

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ibn Karandash, which means Son (Arabic) and Crayon (Russian). Son of the Crayon. Not my real name, of course.

For years, I have attempted to become the next Pat Oliphant, or Jeff MacNelly, and secretly, I have been seething green plumes of envious smoke at the brilliant success of Cox and Forkum.

I used to draw my cartoons for newspaper editors, who were such timid, quaking creatures, that they actually believed no one understood the world as well as they. How they would wring their hands while analyzing my cartoons, deciding whether to publish them or not, fearing every conceivable I drew tame things, which got me published in the newspaper employee's newsletter, but not anywhere else.

Well, Thank Allah for the blogosphere! Now, who NEEDS to submit to all those girlish editors and their lawyers? Not me, that's not who.

So you see the above cartoon...written in Swedish? Yes. Funny! Finally, a funny cartoon with Islam as the main joke...most of them are tame and unfunny, and yet, all the glorious embassy and flag burnings! At Gates of Vienna, a gauntlet has been thrown down to all cartoonists, which includes me, Ibn Karandash, to start drawing The Prophet Who Shall Not Be Named (pbuh). So here is to my first post, and tomorrow, I will submit, for your disapproval and implacable outrage my first blog cartoon. If you are angry with righteous indignation, please feel free to post a fatwa in the comments. I hear that they are all the rage!

In support of Lars Vilks, and the Danish Cartoonists, Ibn Karandash joins in on the mayhem.