by Jerome du Bois
[I've written about Theo van Gogh in Seven Statements for Muslims, Theo Makes His Case, Theo van Gogh Calls on Yasser Arafat, and Theo van Gogh Calls On Mohammed Bouyeri.]
The worthless Muslim sonofabitch who murdered Theo van Gogh in the name and for the cause of Islam, was formally sentenced today to what the cops call Life Without Possibility, or El-Wop. Life without the possibility of parole. Good. I hope somebody kills him in prison. He doesn't deserve to live because he has no remorse and he would do it again and he would do it in the name of his religion. I am not surprised. Islam is anti-life. People need to start saying it more often. (Also, while in prison he will proselytize, just as he did in jail. He needs to be silenced.)
Please, Muslim, quote to me the beautiful Koranic verse. You know, the one that everyone quotes like they quote the 23rd Psalm or the Song of Solomon or Ecclesiastes or the Beatitudes or the Song of Ruth. No? Nothing? I didn't think so.
Pieter Dorsman of PeakTalk, who has the goods on the van Gogh story, also has some moving things to say about Theo van Gogh today:
Today I think it's appropriate to remember that a fellow human being died in a horrendous and unimaginable way. A human being who:
Deeply loved his young son Lieuwe and cycled him to school whenever he could;
Believed that his son probably had a better future in America and wanted to take him there on as many trips as he possibly could;
Would mortgage his house to get hard-to-finance movie productions off the ground so he could pay a screenwriter;
And who consequently had deep arguments with said screenwriters because he would totally screw up the movie's plot;
Had deep, deep rifts with his cinematographers;
Was actually one of the first Dutch bloggers (after having been terminated by all major publications for whom he produced columns);
Loved life so much that he stopped drinking, which was quite something for him . . .
Excelled at interviewing people in an informal setting (he ran a few very successful TV-shows);
Excelled in getting the best out of actors, at least those whom he preferred to work with;
Loved to work on many projects all at once, sometimes losing focus altogether;
Gladly displayed his mother's infidelities in one of his columns as a way to cleanse himself of the deep frustrations over his parents' difficult marriage;
Remained deeply furious with the Dutch government for never having paid him and his family any royalties on all the famous paintings produced by his great-great-uncle that are now on display in state-owned museums;
Made lots of money but spent it just as fast as he'd earned it;
Was simply a unique and intense person whose creative career had yet to peak.
And who did not deserve to die just because a worldwide religion, in its unholy book, demanded it, and a human being who believed what that book said unsurprisingly followed through on its exhortations.
That flawed man, Theo van Gogh, was a better exemplar of humanity than anything or anybody in that odious and human-hating religion, Islam.
Islam killed Theo van Gogh.
Posted by Jerome at July 26, 2005 01:10 PM | TrackBack