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Religion of piss?

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HolyDude emailed me this comic and — oh em eff gee — I had to share it with you guys:

Whathefa?  Seriously?  Seriously??  Mo actually ordered people to drink camel piss?  News to me!  I looked up the verse to verify that this is actually what it says, and guess what?  The full hadith is waaaaay more fucked up than just a little urophagia.

Narrated Abu Qilaba:

Anas said, “Some people of ‘Ukl or ‘Uraina tribe came to Medina and its climate did not suit them. So the Prophet ordered them to go to the herd of (Milch) camels and to drink their milk and urine (as a medicine).

Mohammed ordered a tribe to drink a camel milk-n-pee smoothie to cure their aversion to dryness?  OK.  I get that.  According to Wikipedia, urine therapy was a form of alternative medicine in several ancient cultures.  See?  Alternative medicine was just as silly and kooky then as it is now.  People are advised against drinking urine because it might — besides just being plain old gross — give them a rash.  Or, as in the case of the ‘Ukl / ‘Uraina tribe, it might cause….urine madness.

So they went as directed and after they became healthy, they killed the shepherd of the Prophet and drove away all the camels.

The pee-drinkers turned into pee-zombies and killed a guy.  Then they chased away the camels, which is dumb considering that’s where their “medication” is coming from.

How did the good prophet react to all of this?  With vengeance, of course!

The news reached the Prophet early in the morning and he sent (men) in their pursuit and they were captured and brought at noon. He then ordered to cut their hands and feet (and it was done), and their eyes were branded with heated pieces of iron, They were put in ‘Al-Harra’ and when they asked for water, no water was given to them.”

Did you catch all of that?  One more time, in bulleted form:

Wow.  Just wow.  And in case you’re thinking maybe Mo wasn’t such a nice guy after all, the hadith ends with some good old fashioned enabling:

Abu Qilaba said, “Those people committed theft and murder, became infidels after embracing Islam and fought against Allah and His Apostle.”

It’s never Mo’s fault when he has to torture and murder someone.  It’s their fault.  It’s always their fault.  He’s great, you’re crap!

Anyway, here’s what seems more likely to me.  Mo tells the tribe to drink the “medicine” and they believe him.  They believe in him enough to drink warm camel milk (desert, remember?) mixed with warm camel pee (pee’s warm).  This does nothing for their climate woes, and they realize  just how full of shit Mo was.  They got pissed (no pun intended), killed the shepherd and chased away the camels in revenge.  And you know the rest.

And with that, I’m off to make a pee-milkshake to cure my aching buttcheeks.  I had one of those killer workouts yesterday that left everything from the waist down in agony.  Hurts.  So.  Good!  Have a lovely Saturday and I’ll be back soon with more desert fun.  Stay tuned!


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January 17, 2009 at 11:15 am

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Shoe coffee meme time!

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Felicia Gilljam, who happens to be a beekeeper(!), tagged me for this meme that I filled out over my morning coffee.  I have to take a second here to complain about how horrible the coffee at work is.  Worst.  Coffee.  Ever.  I’ve had to sacrifice my morning coffee time at home so I can hit the gym and get all buff.  So I wait till I get to work to have my first awful cup.  The good news is that I’m saving a fortune by drinking free coffee at work.  And, because the work-coffee tastes like shoe, I tend to drink less of it.  The bad news is I think endorphins might be my new coffee.  Sweet lawsie mercy, I can’t wait till tomorrow when I can have a cup at home.

Anyway, meme time.

Here are the rules:

  1. Link to the person who tagged you.
  2. Post the rules on your blog.
  3. Write six random arbitrary things about yourself.
  4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them.
  5. Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.
  6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.
  • I keep my shoes in clear plastic shoe boxes I got from the Container Store.  I have 20 boxes, and my rule is to never have more shoes than I can fit in the boxes.  I stuff 3 pairs of flats into 1 box and pat myself on the back for finding a loophole.
  • I got my cat from Craigslist.  A hippie was moving to Alaska to live in a tent and grow organic food for himself.  At the very last minute, he realized a tent was no place for a cat.  He was 6 at the time.  The cat, not the hippie.
  • I am an awesome baker.  Cookies, cakes, pies, brownies, damn near anything.  From scratch.  But…
  • …I don’t eat sugar.  I just really enjoy the process of baking.  You’d think KafirBoy would weigh 300 lbs the way I shove cookies down his gullet.
  • I collect urban vinyl toys. This is my favorite little lady:
    Gag! Cute overload.
  • I live in NYC.  Yup.  I’m outing myself.  I still feel anonymous, though, since there are a bajillion brown folk in the city.  Booyah!

I’m going to go all rebellious middle child on ya’ll and break the last 3 rules.  I’m not tagging specific people.  I’m tagging everyone.  Share 6 random things about yourself.  Gimmie something to read when I get bored and antsy at 3:00.  It’s Friday, after all.  Annnnnd go!

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January 16, 2009 at 11:49 am

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Viva la peahen.

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I’ve re-read chapter 16, but haven’t really had the time to write anything about it.  Alas, I’ll just have to update you on how life is going.

I followed through with my new year’s resolution to join a gym.  I’ve gone every day this week for a 30 minute morning workout.  Still getting used to the whole being-naked-in-front-of-strangers / locker room thing.  I would be the worst stripper ever.  Seriously, if you ever needed to be reminded of how puritanical Americans are, the locker room’s the place to do it.  A friend of mine shared her experiences in a Paris gym lock room — naked women hanging out, having conversations, showing one another dance moves they’d picked up in class.  Yeeeeeeah.  I need to be woman enough to do that.

Speaking of ye olde flesh, I’ve got the itch again.  No, not that kind of itch.  Gross.  I’ve got the itch to get another tattoo.  And I’ve already come up with the idea for it.

A couple of years ago, my mother and I were watching some nature show.  They did a segment on peacocks mating — the males all feathered up and strutting, colors everywhere.  My mom watched in awe and then sighed, “God truly does favor the men, doesn’t he?”  In case you didn’t know, peahens don’t have the colors or the tail.  Everybody’s always oohing and aahing about peacocks, and I doubt most people even know what a peahen looks like.

Anyway, what my mom said got under my skin.  It pissed me off and made me sad at the same time.  It’s one of those things that bothered me — probably a lot more than it should have, but whaddyagonnado?  I argued with my mom for a while and finally convinced her that the stupid tail makes the peacock stick out and thus more likely to be killed and eaten.*  Screw those guys.  Viva la peahen.

For whatever reason, when I think feminism, I think peahens.  (Don’t ask me — I’m not sure how my brain works either.)  And it kinda bothers me a little when I see girls with peacock tattoos (pretty common, Google that shit).  I’m not sure what keyword triggered this, but Google gave me this yesterday:  Female Peacocks Not Impressed by Male Feathers. Pssh.  Go, girls!

That got the old noggin whirring, and a decision was made:  for my next double-middle-finger to the “good” lord, I’m getting a peahen inked on me.  I told a friend about my plan and she had this to say:  “It’s like telling society, ‘up your nose with a rubber hose.'”  My friends are weird.


Anyway, chapter 16 will be up just as soon as I get around to writing about it.  Stay tuned.  And stay warm…it sucks out there.

* I don’t really know if that’s true, but those fuckers are just asking for it.

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January 14, 2009 at 2:43 pm

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Buddha’s secret

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I completely forgot to post photos of that naughty Buddha statue I got in Pakistan for my husband.  A couple of people expressed interest in seeing it, so I’m sharing.  I wouldn’t recommend clicking the jump if you’re at work.  Or if you’re a prude.

Here’s the big guy, sitting pretty on my kitchen counter:


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November 8, 2008 at 7:16 pm

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