What ran me off the rails was Dr. Melissa Clouthier. She has a post that links to another post by Rachel Lucas about a trip she made to Auschwitz and Birkenau. Lucas’s post is very well-written and very powerful.
She describes what it felt like to walk through the places where millions of Jewish women, children, and men were gassed, cremated, starved to death, asphyxiated, beaten, and tortured by a regime that had spent years degrading, dehumanizing, and persecuting them long before the murdering began — so that by the time it did begin, it wasn’t that hard to exterminate thousands of human beings a day with poison gas and burn their bodies in huge ovens because, after all, these were not human beings. They were cockroaches, rats, vermin, cancerous growths on society.
Dr. Clouthier uses Lucas’s account of her journey through the places where the Nazis tortured and murdered these millions of subhuman animals and parasites… to write paragraphs upon paragraphs upon paragraphs dehumanizing entire categories of human beings who share one defining characteristic — Islamic religious belief, whether real or assumed. The persons in this category are “Islamists,” “the psychotic Muslim element,” “evil,” “innocent-killing psychos,” “black souls,” “dealth cultists” –and they need to be tortured, have their heads smashed, incinerated, annihilated, treated with sadistic vengeance, made to “suffer and die.”
In addition to Lucas’s post about her visit to Auschwitz and Birkenau, Dr. Clouthier’s spittle-filled invective is inspired as well by Quentin Tarantino’s latest film, Inglourious Basterds. (I don’t know if that’s the correct title — I would not put my complete trust in Dr. Clouthier’s ability to spell correctly.)
Tarantino has some messages for everyone though and they aren’t politically correct. First the trailer. Here are some of the lessons from the movie:
1. Enhanced Interrogation works: The reason William Wallace from Braveheart fame was so remarkable was because he didn’t break. Nearly everyone, eventually breaks. When one gets a bad guy to spill the beans, good guys get saved. It ain’t pretty. But sleep deprivation, psychological discomfort, and in Tarantino’s case, a public head bashing are very effective means of extracting information.
2. There are bad guys. Now, in this politically correct world, only the Nazis may be used as bad guys. Don’t mention the barbary [sic] of Native Americans or current slave traders, or Hugo Chavez. Hell, don’t mention the barbaric acts of actual barbarians–the Barbary pirates. These days, the only acceptable bad guy is of German extraction. Anyone who is labeled “bad” is labeled Hitlerian. For fun though, when you go see the movie, just put an Islamist in the place of the Nazi. Every time. Just imagine a freedom hating terrorist biting it hard. It’s profoundly satisfying. If Tarantino were really that edgy, he’d have chosen a more relevant bad guy, but in these times, naming evil is passé.
What made me love the movie most, though, didn’t occur on the screen. The packed theater that made my vengeance-loving heart glad [sic].
So, Americans still hate villains. Americans still want evil doers to pay. After years of mushy, morally ambivalent tripe like Crash, a movie comes out that’s pure good and evil. Well, not so pure. Because war isn’t pure. It’s messy, bad things happen, good people die and sometimes the best soldiers are just this side of normal. Righteous vengeance though, is satisfying. People want evil, innocent-killing psychos to pay–preferably with their lives.
Primal? Uncivilized? It’s pretty to think so. More like, normal people recognize that tolerating evil encourages evil. You know, like the Iranians who repeatedly raped a young boy who defied the Iranian leadership during the protests. That evil.
So, while I’m still waiting for Quentin Tarantino to show some real courage and portray the monstrosity that is Islamofascism–the psychotic Muslim element who carry around Mein Kempf for moral encouragement–I’ll take what I can get. And right now, a movie where the bad guys get incinerated is profoundly satisfying.
It’s nice to see the good guys win. It’s nice to see the bad guys suffer and die. I’m hoping that Inglourious Basterds starts a trend. Now, to choose a more timely enemy.
P.S. Brad Pitt is hot. And the way he says “Nazi’s” makes me smile. I’m saying it that way from now on. Nat-zees.
P.P.S. This is why I feel no shame about vengeance fantasies. There is no death painful enough to balance the inhumanity of what some evil bastards will do in the name of their despicable cause.
The moral equivalence crowd can shove their sanctimony up their collective ass. There are people right now who loved seeing Americans die in the World Trade Center. They relished it and still do. The Lockerbie bomber, Al Qaeda, the Taliban all glory in their death cult. No reasoning, no gentleness will change their black souls. Just as Nazis felt justified in their abject cruelty, so do the Islamofascists who carry out their modern mission of freedom killing violence.
The only solution? Kill the killers.
Those two sentences I’ve bolded are my favorites. The “way” Brad Pitt says “Nazi’s” makes her smile? She’s going to say it that way from now on? That’s the way the word is pronounced, DR. Clouthier! How was she pronouncing it until now? NAZZZ-EES? What.a.fool. Oh, and by the way, the plural of “Nazi” is “Nazis,” not “Nazi’s,” DR. Clouthier. “Nazi’s” is the possessive form — you know, as in “A Nazi’s greatest pleasure is to treat Jews like they’re not human.” And if it’s more than one Nazi, that would be “The Nazis’ greatest pleasure was treating Jews like they weren’t human.”
Wish it were as simple a task to get her to see the abyss looking back at her.