August 22nd 2006 is Doomsday

Or, Allah will know his own - and you ain't one of them

According to our enlightened Iranian friends August 22 2006 is Doomsday.

"There is a radical difference between the Islamic Republic of Iran and other governments with nuclear weapons. This difference is expressed in what can only be described as the apocalyptic worldview of Iran's present rulers."

"In Islam as in Judaism and Christianity, there are certain beliefs concerning the cosmic struggle at the end of time -- Gog and Magog, anti-Christ, Armageddon, and for Shiite Muslims, the long awaited return of the Hidden Imam, ending in the final victory of the forces of good over evil, however these may be defined."

President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad "and his followers clearly believe that this time is now, and that the terminal struggle has already begun and is indeed well advanced. It may even have a date, indicated by several references by the Iranian president to giving his final answer to the US about nuclear development by Aug. 22," which this year corresponds "to the 27th day of the month of Rajab of the year 1427.

This, by tradition, is the night when many Muslims commemorate the night flight of the prophet Muhammad on the winged horse Buraq, first to 'the farthest mosque,' usually identified with Jerusalem, and then to heaven and back (c.f., Koran XVII.1).

"This might well be deemed an appropriate date for the apocalyptic ending of Israel and if necessary of the world. It is far from certain that Mr. Ahmadinejad plans any such cataclysmic events precisely for Aug. 22. But it would be wise to bear the possibility in mind."

A passage from that deep thinker and Friend to Man, Ayatollah Khomenei (quoted in 11th grade schoolbooks) is just as illuminating -

"I am decisively announcing to the whole world that if the world-devourers [i.e., the infidel powers] wish to stand against our religion, we will stand against their whole world and will not cease until the annihilation of all them. Either we all become free, or we will go to the greater freedom which is martyrdom. Either we shake one another's hands in joy at the victory of Islam in the world, or all of us will turn to eternal life and martyrdom. In both cases, victory and success are ours."

You can see a whole variety of other links to similar statements, and interpretations, here (Link)

The conclusion one blogger comes to (at the same site) is this -

"I don't buy into the fear, but I do buy into the theory that we are indeed in the midst of an unasked for holy war. It will not stop this time, the toys are bigger and badder. It's just not looking good. Maybe being a bit "scared" is a good thing."

I, on the other hand, am not remotely scared. I'm looking forward to God's BBQ, whether I get to be one of the burnt offerings, along with the rest of you, or not. To paraphrase myself in a comment I made to Moderateman on another thread -

"If God has a purpose for my life it seems to be something along the lines of 'work all things together to piss me off to the greatest degree imaginable' and so far it seems to be working really well." Let me put it this way: if you were the only girl in the world and I was the only boy - I'd put a large-calibre shell in your skull and spend the rest of the day fucking your dead corpse.

I'm not a happy bunny right now. I am, in fact, a blood-crazed and moon-maddened Were-Bunny, thirsting for your lifeblood to flow over my jaws. I hope the 12th Imam does come back August 22nd. Failing that, I hope Iran nukes Israel on that day and that the world follows those two bastions of human values and clear thinking into an all-encompassing nuclear apocalypse. I want to see your asses burn. And don't call me prejudiced, you pseudo-liberal free-thinking all around nice guy faggot: I loathe all of you equally. I am entirely egalitarian in my hatred of humanity, and always have been. You aren't fit to breathe motherfucker, and the sooner you stop the better the world will be.

Long before I was a Christian, when I was still a child back in the early sixties, I used to lull myself to sleep by fantasising that I was watching cities wither in nuclear fire, and by what I could do with the all the attractive corpses left behind in the first few days of the aftermath. They'd get nasty after awhile, of course. At which point I'd turn my affectionate attentions toward the living that remained, and the charitable project of facilitating their exit from a deeply unpleasant situation at the earliest opportunity - always supposing that I survived, of course. In other moods I used to imagine sitting at ground zero somewhere and living just long enough to see the intolerable brightness of the initial detonation.

After I became a Christian I continued the same happy thoughts, only now the apocalypse was God's judgment and those that remained the godless sinners who weren't fit to be raptured - myself being one of God's appointees to wreak suitably telling punishments upon them.

Now, however, I'd simply like to see you all fry.

While I have no real hope that August 22nd 2006 is The Day (after all, how many times has it been announced before, and those who believed been proven comically wrong) I shall look forward to it with considerable anticipation. It would be such fun to see KFC and her ilk get exactly what they've been hoping for. Let's all hope that somehow the capacity to blog survives the coming Deluge of Fire - then I can tell the bitch "I told you so"."

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