Monthly Archives: February 2015

Further Conversations With Mom

Me: So who is your favorite author?

Mom:  Shakespeare.

Me:  Really?  What’s your favorite play?  (For the curious, I’m partial to The Merchant of Venice)

Mom:  Oh I haven’t read his books, but I’ve seen all his movies!




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Now They Call Me Infidel



Now They Call Me Infidel: Why I Renounced Jihad for America, Israel, and the War on Terror by Nonie Darwish

Amazing book.  The degree to which Muslims have been taught to hate all non Muslims is astounding.  Can the children really believe that the Jews will kill them in order to use their blood to bake cookies?  The thought makes me laugh.  And worry.

ISIS makes Putin look like a saint.  If I could figure out a way to individually nuke them, I think I would.  Or a weapon like the tripods had in the remake of War of the Worlds with Tom Cruise.  You know, the huge one that rises up with a big BWAAAA and blasts people to dust whilst preserving their clothes for a rummage sale.

Nonnie Darwish has a great site at

This is a troubling, wonderfully written book.  Read it.


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More Conversations

Having dinner with my sister-in-law at a sushi bar.

SIL:  I haven’t had Chinese food for ages!

Me:  You still haven’t.

SIL:  What?

Me:  Had Chinese food.

SIL:  . . .




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Conversion With My Mom

Called my mom the other day just to say hi, see how she was.

Me:  So what are you reading for your book group?

Mom: Cuckoo’s Calling.  It’s a mystery.

Me: Any good?

Mom:  Oh, it’s ok.

Me: I just picked up a book from the library myself today, by Nonie Darwish.  It’s called Now They Call Me Infidel: Why I Renounced Jihad For America, Israel, and the War on Terror.

Mom: Who’s the author again?

Me: Nonie Darwish.

Mom: What are her credentials?

Me: . . . life?




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  • Is my depression worse at night?
  • Is the customer always right?  They’re not.
  • Is there now a  Chris Kyle day when, after reading his autobiography, it’s patently clear he’s a (dead) narcissistic, violent asshole?
  • Is my new cat dragging all the food and water bowls into the middle of the kitchen floor?
  • Is my Kindle more fun than my husband?


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