The Fine Legacy of Male Superiority!

Lord, what a mess!

First, you teach women that they are something shameful, or that it is shameful for them to be seen. Require them to cover themselves with a burqa. That isn't just a mess! It is criminal: a human rights violation.

Next, some of the women will choose, even when they are no longer coerced, to cover themselves. That is an obvious result. It is precisely what we hope will be the result of teaching morals: people will internalize the rules, and regulate themselves. Now we have a secondary mess: people humiliating themselves, voluntarily.

Then add the French, and the Swiss, and whomever else finds such behavior offensive. Let them pass a law criminalizing wearing burqas or hajibs. The Swiss will not allow minarets to be built in their cities. The French think that might be a good idea, too. I suspect the Swiss will not ban bell towers and spires on old, musty, empty Catholic and Protestant churches.

I wish we could send them that idiotic clan of people who call themselves Westboro Baptist Church--the ones who think dead, gay soldiers is a God-damned good idea--not because they could then be banned, but because they deserve each other. We could toss in the nut case who burns Korans--The Most Reverend Terry Jones--for good measure.

In the first place, the men and the religions ought to be blamed.

In the second place, the women who are victims ought to be blamed for acceding to their victimhood.

The French and the Swiss and everyone who agrees with such repressive laws ought to be blamed for being simple and savage.

Repressive men and repressed women.
What a fine legacy our religions have left us!

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