Bill
Maher is a lowdown, lying, sniveling, lily-livered, yellow-bellied…
* Bill Maher caught in the act of…gasp…praying?
Only a lowdown, sniveling, lying, lily-livered, yellow-bellied coward—a miscreant of the worst kind—would say what Bill Maher said about the Pope. Sure, it was said in fun, or what passes for fun on Real Time. But wasn’t there something unmanly about Maher’s verbal assault on a kindly old gentleman, something cowardly, wasn’t it more like Simon Legree gleefully whacking poor Uncle Tom across the back with a whip than an intellectual bashing of a man in a funny hat? Was it a brave thing to do? Not at all—nor was it very smart. A million Muslims around the world verbally assault the Pope every day. Osama bin Laden does it. And it’s not only Muslims. Rosie O’Donnell has assaulted the Pope. Adolph Hitler assaulted the Pope. So did Lenin and Trotsky. The Imperial Wizards of the Ku Klux Klan frequently assaulted the Pope—it was in their contract. The Pontiff is fair game for misfits, Muslims, bigots and schlockmeisters. Maher fits in there somewhere.
If the Pope had a Panzer Lehr SS Division or a Red Brigade or an Inquisition or an Intifada Maher wouldn’t say such things. He would be hiding behind Larry King…behind Peewee Herman…behind Woody Allen. Maybe it’s because the Pope wears skirts. That encourages some people. Maybe it’s what encouraged Maher. He wouldn’t dare get smart with a guy wearing a leather apron or a welder’s mask.
Maher said the Pope used to be a Nazi. That is not true and it makes Maher a liar. And Barack Obama used to be Black, but Maher doesn’t bring up the other N-word when talking about Obama, though admittedly that would take more Don Imus stupidity than Bill Maher courage.
And why does he hate Catholics? Did St. Patrick miss a snake? Then don’t go to Ireland. How much testosterone does it take to attack Catholicism? Catholics don’t fight back. Rosie O’Donnell would have a fit if they got smart with her. Real men quit attacking Catholicism 200 years ago. John Adams went to a Catholic mass and admitted that he was strangely moved. Ulysses S. Grant thought there was a lot of superstition involved but said he was impressed. So was Bobby Lee. They were Real Men in a Real Time and not playing to a peanut gallery in a TV studio.
Catholics are martyrs; they remember Christ on the Cross and Daniel in the Lion’s Den, not Sampson and David. They have become the whipping boy of the 21st Century, the targets of cowards, goatherds and people like Bill Maher, and, of course, the especial target of Islam. A day does not pass in this world that a Catholic is not raped, murdered, stabbed, beaten or burned out of his church by a Muslim shouting “Allahu akbar.” And the attacks go on at all levels. Don’t believe it?
Last February, Muslim terrorists kidnapped the archbishop of Mosul just after he had finished saying the Stations of the Cross in his own church. Maher must have missed the news that day. The archbishop was eventually murdered. Maher must have missed that too. It seems like Maher misses an awful lot. For a man who is always commenting on the news it would seem he would be better informed. How many Stations are there in the Stations of the Cross, Bill?
Two months ago, a 16-year-old terrorist, shouting “Allahu akbar,” shot and killed Father Andrea Santoro in St. Mary’s Church in Trabzon, Turkey. Need a translator, Bill? Allahu akbar? That’s not “Jesus saves!” It’s closer to “Heil Hitler.” You ought to arrange a gig for the kid on Real Time. You could trash the Pope, learn the words to “Allahu akbar,” there aren’t many, they are easy to remember and they scare the Hell out of non-Muslims living in Muslim countries.
Last January, Father Reynaldo Roda was shot and killed by Muslim terrorists in the chapel of the Our Lady of the Most Holy Rosary Church in Tabawan, Jolo, Philippines Islands. Didn’t know there was a church in Jolo, did you, Bill? There are churches all over the world that you don’t know about—hundreds, thousands of them and hundreds and thousands of mosques. Some day there won’t be any churches, only mosques and then Bill Maher won’t dare complain about anything because he was too cowardly to complain about Islam when it might have done some good.
Last January, armed Muslim youths shot and killed Father Michael Kamau Ithondeka of the Diocese of Nakaru at a roadblock in Kenya. They were out for revenge. Kamau was vice rector of St. Mathias Mulumba Senior Seminary in Tindinyo. Well, for goodness sakes, hey, Bill? Is that near Timbuktu? A lot of things go on outside the Playboy Mansion that Bill Maher never hears of. He should pay more attention to what goes on in the world before Real Time becomes Borrowed Time.
A few days ago, gunmen shot and killed Assyrian Orthodox priest Youssef Adel as he was opening the gate of his home near St. Peter and Paul’s Church in Baghdad. It was a drive-by shooting.
Faraj Rahlo, Andrea Santoro, Reynaldo Roda, Michael Kamau Ithondeka, Youssef Adel…Bill Maher thinks they wear funny hats, advocate pedophilia and drink the blood of a 2,000-year-old space god. Isn’t Schenleys better?
It’s not surprising Maher thinks as he does. What else is to be expected of a cutting-edge sybarite that haunts the Playboy Mansion? His view of the spiritual world diverges sharply form that of the Pope and Mother Teresa. Sodom and Gomorrah would horrify the Pope, to Maher, a mere brush with existentialism. (Maher once pronounced Mother Teresa psychotic)
There are similarities: the church has altar boys, the Mansion has assorted bimbii, formerly know as Bunnies. And there is a Heaven in Maher’s world. Even as Peter and Paul escort Charlton Heston through the Pearly Gates and Mohammed Atta cavorts with the well-endowed houris in Allah’s Great Whorehouse in the Sky, Maher indulges his fantasies at the Mansion—Heaven on Earth with Schenleys.
The Pope looks to God for salvation—a 2,000-year-old small-g space god according to Maher. Where does Maher look? Does he look anywhere? He has Hugh Hefner. Hefner might not be 2,000 years old—maybe 200—and he’s not much in the fire and brimstone category, but—what the Hell—nobody lives forever, he will do until something better comes along.
Maher believes he is on the cutting edge of something not yet definable—something beyond the grasp of former cutting-edgers like John Adams and Thomas Jefferson, something sensed perhaps by Family Guy and Che Guevara and few others, a new world—more cowardly yet braver. Others have thought they were on the cutting edge—Hitler, Marx, Lenin, Stalin, Mork and Mindy. They were mistaken. San Francisco thinks it is on the cutting edge. So does Rosie O’Donnell. But Gay Parades and leather bikinis are not enough. They would be mere fools if they knew what they were doing. The big player in the cutting edge game is Islam. It can put more troops in the field than Hitler and Stalin combined and they don’t need a hundred years supply of schnapps and vodka. A cartoon, a rumor, a word from a mad mullah is enough. Islam has an endless supply of oil, 1,400 years of hatred, a 5th Column that has infiltrated the West from one end to the other with Middle East Studies, footbaths and government-financed Islamic indoctrination programs for dhimmi schoolchildren. Grant didn’t have that much of an advantage over Lee at Petersburg.
Hell has descended across much of the world. The lights are going out in Europe and Bill Maher dallies in the Playboy Mansion.
The world needs brave men and women more than ever before—men like Stephen Emerson, Robert Spencer, Daniel Pipes, Geert Wilders and women like Ayaan Hirsi Ali and Wafa Sultan to combat the terror, not lowdown, sniveling, lying, lily-livered, yellow-bellied cowards like, well—one doesn’t want to pick on Bill Maher but unlike Jimmy Carter there is still some hope for him.