Yet another form of entertainment to behold in Jerry Springer's America.
In a public place this past Friday, I saw a woman sitting alone and dressed in a white burka. My guess is that she, like the burka, was White. At first, I was so convinced that she was a futon, that I began to yawn and yearned for a quick siesta in her lap. But futons don't read books, so it was then that I realized what she was.
A Burkan-American.
It seems almost trendy now for White Western women to ensconce themselves in such garb/idiology. Maybe it's their way of announcing their sympathy for the "oppressed" Muslim; a sacrifice of their own identity and individuality to make a statement for the underdog. A week or two prior to Mrs. Pale Burka, I encountered another White AW who had married a "victim" from Tunisia. (A country that is 98% Arab, and 98% Muslim. How commendable their heterogeneousness!) She was, as you might guess, a bloated, ugly, and unpleasant beast.
There's another reason why AWs don the burka, however. They no longer have any say in the matter
:
"Cardinal Camillo Ruini, president of the Italian Bishops Conference and a right-hand man to Pope Benedict XVI, issued a statement...on behalf of the conference, warning against Catholics marrying Muslims. "In addition to the problems that any couple encounters when forming a family, Catholics and Muslims have to reckon with the difficulties that inevitably arise from deep cultural differences." He also noted that it is usually a Catholic woman who marries a Muslim men, that usually she converts, not he, and their children tend to be brought up as Muslims. Further, if an Italian woman marries a Muslim immigrant and they move to his country of origin, her rights are "not guaranteed in the way they are in Italy or in other Western nations."
http://www.danielpipes.org/blog/256Any American male worth his patriotic salt knows what must be done. Get back on those planes, fellas! Come home now! Leave behind your sweethearts in Colombia, the Philippines, Thailand, China, the Ukraine, and Brazil. Return to those forlorn fat bodies who've taken up to marrying the next potential jihadist. In our desperation to avoid acquainting ourselves with the AW, we've inadvertently sent them abroad to side with the other team.
Sacrifice, fellas! Cut short or put off those trips south, east or west! (As no one's foolish enough to marry Canadian women, I left out north). Come home and marry a screeching
Sheehan! In these trying times, it's the noble thing to do. The architects of IMBRA--so preoccupied with reigning in our testosterone--simply don't have the
womanpower to rescue their wayward ewes.
