February 08, 2006

I suppose that the irony is entirely lost on them: were they in Saudi Arabia, with a picture of an American flag flying over, say, Nasiriyah Palace, they would be arrested, and beaten with rubber hoses. If they were lucky.

As it stands: I am most grateful that I no longer work in downtown Manhattan, because al-Mutt and bin Jeff here are standing on the corner of Liberty and Church, with Ground Zero in the background. For seven years, I crossed Church street at that corner several days a week, as I walked from the ferry terminal to my office.

I am grateful because, if I still worked in downtown Manhattan, and came across this pair, I would be compelled to go into the cafe that's in the background there, and purchase several ham croissants. Against my better judgment, I would be driven to stand about six feet in front of them, and place the croissants on the ground, where I would unwrap them, and take them apart. I would remove the ham, setting it aside in several small piles. Very carefully, I would peel a thin slice off of the first pile, and ball it up.

Then: slowly, deliberately, and with great enjoyment, I would flick the ball of wadded-up ham at them. I'd make another one and do it again. I would continue doing this, with care and fine aim, so that I might achieve my goal of getting several tiny ham-balls stuck in the ill-kempt, ridiculous-looking beard that supposedly demonstrates the masculine piety of the goat-fucker on the right.

I'm sure it would've ended badly.

But I don't work in downtown Manhattan anymore.

And that's a good thing...for many reasons.

[Via protein wisdom, who got it from Jihad Watch, who got it from the United American Committee.]