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Frequent Flyers

1. Something else bothered Orlich. Yee mentioned he had studied in Damascus. Orlich wondered about a man who would go to Syria — a state sponsor of terrorism — to find God.

What do you do after you help destroy a man’s military career and then help create a system of prisoner abuse that is then used against hundreds of prisoners?  I mean that’s a pretty good track record right there. What would you do for an encore? (See here for a complete expose. Also, take a look here and here and here and see Orlich suck up to Steve Emerson here.)

Why not put together a huge bullshit-filled KKK-like anti-Muslim briefing up on the internet? Oh, and make sure to put your name and military rank on it so that the whole world will know, as I demonstrated last week in my most recent post, that the US government is rife with anti-Muslim bigots.

Here’s a screen shot of the first slide:

Orlich is an Asshole

You can read about this guy’s antics in the links below, but for your amusement, I have also drawn a few quotes from the relevant articles:

Of course the quality of language work at Guantamo was always superb as we can see from this article on how totally fucked up the government’s case was:

Another accusation, that he distributed radical literature to the detainees, was based on an erroneous translation of an Islamic symbol in Ottoman-style calligraphy.

Later on in the same expose of government malfeasance we read of more great language work being done:

(Note to Shas Party members: red highlighting is done by today’s guest editor Mulaika al-Alamania)

Airman Al Halabi’s lawyers also made a charge of misconduct after a government translator contacted them to say that one of the prosecutors, Capt. Dennis Kaw, had discouraged her from alerting the court when she found a mistake in her translation of the Syrian government’s letter. Captain Kaw had insisted, rather improbably, that the Syrian government had given Airman Al Halabi permission in the letter to travel not only to Syria but also to Qatar; instead, the relevant word meant ”the homeland.”

No shit.  They don’t know the difference between قطر and القطر because they are completely totally and utterly unqualified to do this shit. But it’s just a bunch of fucking Muslims, so who cares?

And read this:

As recently as a week ago, reports suggested that at least 17 prisoners at Guantánamo Bay have been subjected to the program. But Maj. Jason Orlich, a creator of Guantánamo Bay’s “incentives” program that uses long-term sleep deprivation as a punishment for those who misbehave or fail to cooperate, testified that nearly all of the 350 to 400 prisoners held in two Guantánamo Bay prison camps were subject to the program, which entails waking the prisoners, shackling them, and moving them to a different cell along with all their belongings. Maj. Orlich was reluctant to specify the frequency of the moves, but testified that three-hour intervals “would not be abnormal.”

Maj. Orlich also revealed that the Frequent Flyer Program was Standard Operating Procedure (SOP), although it did not appear in writing in the SOPs of that time—begging the question of what other detainee treatment policies were omitted from the written records. According to Maj. Orlich, Guantánamo Bay leadership was aware that the Frequent Flyer Program was in use, and the program was a routine included in what the military calls its “daily synchronization matrix.” Maj. Orlich also said that the Frequent Flyer Program was ongoing at the time of his departure from Guantánamo Bay in April 2005, and he had never heard of any order to stop the program. This is despite previous government claims that the program had been discontinued in March 2004.

And here are some excerpts from the extremely bigoted and ignorant slide show this guy has put up on the web apparently subsequent to his tour in Guantanomo.  I wonder if he gives this briefing to other people in the military and the US government.  On the first slide of his presentation he mentions his PACOM affiliation. Maybe you investigative journalists out there could ask PACOM if this means that they endorse his presentation.

You know it’s gonna be good when it starts off with a quote from the fraud Walid Shoebat which I will spare you. Note to Shas Party members: the  headlines in bold are mine, not from the presentation by Maj. Jason Orlich – though I can understand why people could get that confused. The quotes from the slide show are in italics.

Also, the author of the presentation states:

This  brief is based upon Extensive Research, Islamic texts, history, and lessons learned at JTF GTMO

So let’s take a look at some of the fruits of this extensive foray into Islamic texts.

Yahweh be good, Allah be bad:

Yahweh = Allah

* Yahweh is a loving Father, who, along with the Son and the Holy Spirit, is One God.

* To Muslims, the concept of a triune God is a blasphemy.

“They do blaspheme who say God is one of three…,for there is no God except one God.” Surah 5:73

.  .  .

God.” Surah 8:30 * Allah of Islam is frightening.

“It is God whom ye should more justly fear, if you believe.” Surah 9:13

Muslims are Moonies:

2 Different Spiritual Worlds

Yahweh and Allah

* Before Islam came into existence, the Sabbeans in Arabia worshipped the moon-god Allah who was married to the sun-goddess.

* Common practice to use the name of the moon-god in personal names in Muhammad’s tribe.

* Allah was a pagan deity in pre-Islamic times.

* An Allah idol was set up at the Kabah along with all the other idols of the time.

* The pagans prayed towards Mecca and the Kabah because that is where their gods were stationed.

* The idol of their moon god, Allah, was at Mecca, they prayed towards Mecca.

* The worship of the moon-god extended far beyond Allah-worship in Arabia. The entire fertile crescent was involved in moon-worship.

* The early success Islam had amongst Arab groups that had traditionally worshipped Allah, the moon-god.

* The use of the crescent moon as the symbol of Islam, and which appears on dozens of flags of Islamic nations in Asia and Africa, and surmounts minerets and mosque roofs, is a throwback to the days when Allah was worshipped as the moon-god in Mecca.

Moohammad he a bad man and Khadijah, she be a bad girl getting her daddy drunk and all.

Genesis of the Islamic Faith

570 C.E. Muhammad born in Mecca

– Both parents died before Muhammad was 6

Abandoned by Mother, Amina, and passed around, rejected and possibly abused by 2 men (Ishaq 71, 72)

– Muhammad was raised by his Grandfather Abd al-Muttalib who almost

Sacrificed Muhammad’s Father Abd-Allah in the Ka’aba while praying to Allah and

Practicing divination. (Tab VI 2,5)

– He also liked to constantly stroke/pet Muhammad. After his Grandfather’s death, his Uncle Abu Talib raised him. (Ishaq 73)

-Muhammad became a trade agent for a rich female merchant named Khadijah who was 40 years old.

Khadijah who was 15 years his senior invited Muhammad and his uncles to her home. She got her father so drunk that he married them. Her Father later regretted marrying them. His sons, Al-Qasim, Al-Tayyib and Al-Tahir died in infancy; He had Fatima (wife of Ali) and 2 other daughters. (Tab VI 49)

Mongol invaders good, resistance to them very very bad and Ibn Taymiyya is a hadith.

Ibn  Taymiya and NO TOLERANCE



1263 A.D. – Born  in Syrian town of Haran

Fought Mongolian invaders  of Syria  (1299-1303) and taught that Mongolians were not true Muslims and that fellow  countrymen should not submit to their  authority.

Declared that anyone who  submitted to Mongolians, helped them or  dealt with
them was an infidel.

Taymiya acted as if he were a military leader, declaring the Muslims to be
infidels and attacking them.

Taymiya established the mind-set of NO TOLERANCE and refinforced principles that were practiced centuries earlier in the times of Muhammad.

REMEMBER: Today’s terrorism is a result of this mindset and Taymiya is one of most widely read Hadiths.

2. Yes, it’s already video time. Now the first video below is one that I found on Rick B’s site http://ww3zionism.blogspot.com/ Check his site out.

And no doubt many of you have seen it. But I’m linking to it because:

A. It is very well done. I take my hat off to the people at the Onion. They are superb.

B. Listen to the little girl’s Arabic at near the end of the video. Shows you what happens when David  Gaubatz types are teaching people Arabic.🙂

C. It is short, so Shas Party and Tea Party members can follow it.



3. Shakira Law comes to New York (about time frankly)

And now for some serious study of the gifts that Yahweh er, Allah, has bestowed upon us. Kind of makes you all want to shout out in unison الحمد لله doesn’t it?


نشكر الله

The Story of the Good Mooselim

1. It was a dark but not a stormy night🙂 probably around 12:30 in the morning on a very heavily traveled road outside of a major metropolitan center.   Mark was driving and he was exhausted having just finished a challenging take-home engineering examination that was more math than English.  He and his older brother, Jason, already out of college and working in a similar field were driving home to spend the holiday with their parents, two hopeless romantics with useless degrees in liberal arts, but I digress.  Suddenly up ahead Mark saw a car spin completely out of control, he had no idea what had happened, all he could see was the headlights of a car as it spun around and landed in the median strip.  As the brothers came closer they could see that two cars had collided and that the damage was severe.  Mark pulled over to the side of the road and the brothers called 911 and exited their car to see if they could offer assistance to the victims.

Abdul was driving about a full minute behind the engineering brothers.  In his mid forties, Abdul spoke English with a very heavy accent.  We don’t know what he was doing out driving at such an ungodly hour, maybe he worked in a local restaurant and had just gotten off his shift?  He never said, the brothers never asked.

Abdul didn’t see the accident happen, but as the silhouettes of the cars and the brothers standing near at scene came into focus he could see that this accident could very well  have fatalities. Abdul pulled over, phoned the police and got out of his car to lend a helping hand.

One car, badly damaged on one side, held a couple with a very small child.  The mother got out of the car carrying her little one. Both seemed okay and those who had stopped, the two brothers, Abdul, and a fourth person, checked them out.  The husband managed to get out of the car, told the fourth person that he was okay, and then lost consciousness.  At least he had someone who was with him until professional help arrived.

The other car posed a more serious problem.  The front end was shattered, glass was everywhere, twisted steel from the car looked like someone’s idea of a metal sculpture you find in front of government buildings sometimes.  The engine was still running, the brothers and Abdul could smell what seemed to be leaking fuel, possible leaking oil as well.  There was no light in the car, no one was getting out.  Mark was torn between his real fear that the car could go up in flames at any moment and his feeling of responsibility to help whomever was inside. From a distance none of them could tell who or how many were in the car.

Abdul led the way, followed by the older of the two brothers, Mark was behind them.  Abdul went right up the driver’s side door and tapped on the window. The older brother held a light to the window, using his cell phone as a flashlight.  The door opened slightly, inside was a young woman,  barely conscious. Abdul whisked her away immediately taking  her to the safety of his vehicle where she sat until help arrived.

Once he was satisfied the woman was okay and safe inside his car, Abdul went back out and talked to the brothers.  They exchanged first names and chatted.  The older brother asked Abdul how the young lady was. Abdul told him that she appeared to be okay, but that as he had half-carried her to his car he could smell the alcohol.  “That’s was probably what caused the accident,” he said.  The older brother nodded.

Helped arrived.  The handful of people who had stopped to offer help spoke with the police about what they saw.  No one can count the number of cars that had driven by right when the accident happened and which did not stop of offer assistance or to bear witness.

When they were done and all of the victims were in good hands, Abdul returned quietly to his car, started it up, and drove off alone  into the darkness.

This is a true story. The two brothers, whose names I have changed, are my sons.  Abdul was the name the al-Khidr like stranger gave them. He was a hero that night, and we don’t even know his real name.

2. My favorite line of poetry is the opening couplet from the Masnavi.

Listen to the reed, how it tales its tale

Complaining of separations

The scene at the airport was riveting, though I was the only outsider who knew what was going on. Nobody else noticed a thing.  In fact, I knew more than at least one of the people who were actually involved.

There was a family there, a husband, a wife, and a daughter in her very early teens.  The father and daughter had come to the airport to pick up the wife and the three stood at the luggage carousel waiting for what seemed to all of us who had been on the plane like an eternity.

The wife hugged her daughter for quite some time as the three waited. The separation had not been a long one, she had been away on business for just a few days. But mother and daughter are very close, so close that the youngin is never embarrassed at having her mom with her, never.  And the mom never ever tires of talking about this daughter, a lovely young lady whose facial features reflected the best of her mom’s.

But this was a special hug, a special return and the mom knew it as she held on to her dear one. The youngster did not know what was about to happen, though I suspect that she did have some suspicions.

The dad knew.  The mom knew. I knew. Thank God some friends of mine who were also on the plane were waiting – did I mention it seemed like forever? – at the carousel too and I was able to distract myself from the portrait of a soon to be broken family that was standing just a few feet away.  It really was a portrait-like scene, a handsome man married to a beautiful woman and their gorgeous and precocious child with a refined ability to drive her older sister nuts.

The marriage, in any real sense, had ended years earlier. He, for whatever reasons, and the mom has postulated many – all of them plausible, lost his ability to show, to offer, to give – love. She could not  live without it, at least not for the rest of her life.  A lifeless and loveless marriage had become more than she could bear. Nonetheless she always remained faithful.  It’s just the way she is.

After years of trying to help  her husband and to get him to be something resembling the man she had once married, she gave up and told him a few days before this trip that she was leaving.  He was okay with it.  They’ll share the kids.

The children did not know.  Not yet.  But that knowledge was just a few days away.

As I stood at the carousel looking at these three souls, I was ever so thankful that I was going home to my wife and that the two brothers in the first story above were going to be with us.

3. As long-time readers of this blog know, one of my favorite blogs is the Mermaid’s Sea, a blog by a young Egyptian woman with an artistic and spiritual bent.  For those of you who may read my blog but are not very family with Middle Eastern or Muslim culture, her blog would be a interesting place to start as it reflects the very obvious (except to Americans) fact that our Arab and Muslim brothers and sisters are real multi-dimensional human beings who would much much rather be friends with us and that having friendships with them is a great thing.  But in a “culture” and I am using that term very loosely, that raises charlatans like Glenn Beck and Sarah Palin to iconic status and that in opposition to such cretins is only able to idolize the likes of Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert,  things that are obvious to everyone else on the planet remain as mysteries wrapped in an enigma. Anyway, she writes in both English and Arabic so don’t let not knowing Arabic be a barrier.

The Mermaid’s most recent post ties in closely with the couplet from Rumi I mentioned above. It is a story about separation, longing and love.  It’s a true story.  It is her story. With her permission, I have translated it into English here.  Note to Shas Party members, it is very short, so your attention span won’t be stretched and I bet even you Shas Party guys can see some of the connections in these three stories.

Here is her story.

An Empty Place in My Memory

Photo by the Mermaid

You have not yet arrived, but I am preparing myself well for your coming.  I always write down whatever happens to me compiling the memories and precious things that happen so that I can share them all with you when you come.  I even store within myself the very flavor of my morning coffee so I can give you a taste of it. I am storing up the scent of the vanilla and berry flavored candles that I am always lighting so that you will know what comforts me on cold winter nights.  I will take hold of your fingers so you can trace the tracks of my tears on my cheeks, tears shed over many years. My conversations with my closest friends, these I commit in their entirety to memory so that I can recount them to you. My graduation photos with me smiling, somewhat confused, the many months, winters, and tales that have taken place between me my friends – all of these await you. I have left my footprints along the streets of my beloved hometown so that we can follow them together.  I  am saving my favorite dress from when I was a child so you can see my innocence. And I am keeping my warmth wrapped up in my shawl so you will be able to feel it.

I know that when you do come, you will come longingly to me and that we will build our memories together.  But, my dear, you must know what has happened in my life so that you can help create our reality.  I need you to taste my past, to breath in the fragrances of bitterness and joy in my life.  I need you to experience the tenderness as well as the harshness of the nights I have spent. I need you to embrace within yourself my past so that it can illuminate for you the winding roads my soul has taken.  I am a woman in whose heart the scents of coffee and dark chocolate are mixed with the sound of joyous laughter tinged with bitter tears .

And that is why in the reaches of my memory, I leave an empty place just for you, empty until you come both to share in my life and to make it new.

4. I was hesitant at first to post the video below, but it really is worth watching as well as listening to. If your heart is cold, it will warm it up, if your spirit is dark, it may lighten it for at least a while. It takes a  minute or two to get going, but the scenes and imagas are great and I love the song and the music.

Please note, the video contains an advertisement for the album of which it is a part. I have nothing to do with this album and do not know anyone involved in making it. In addition, the video at the end gives a tribute to two shaykhs. While I know of them, I do not know them and am not in any way affiliated with them and their organization. Though quite frankly, if I were ever to have the chance to meet either of them, I’m sure it would be an enriching experience for me if not for them.  And I’m thinking about buying the DVD too.

I hope you will enjoy the very well known Madad Madad, done here by the Burdah Ensemble,  as much as I did. (It even has a pretty good English subtitles so linguistically challenged British puppet monarchs can follow along.)

“It is enough.”

1. Al-hamdu lillah is an Arabic phrase that students in Arabic 101 classes all over the world learn on the first day of class. It means “Praise belongs to God” and the students learn that it can be used to answer the question “How are you?”. The response of “Praise belongs to God” is sort of a shorthand for “I’m fine, thanks be to God.” In other words, it is pretty much a throw away line said with as little thought as an American would give to answering the same question in English.

But in Islam God is to be praised for all things that happen to you, good or bad. Thus there are expressions in Arabic that mean “Praise belongs to God under all conditions” and then my personal favorite that even rhymes in Arabic “Al-hamdu lillah alladhi la yuhmadu ‘ala makruhin siwah” which in English just doesn’t sound the same at all. “Praise belongs to God who is the only one who can be praised for something bad.”

One thing that many Arabic 101 students are never taught, and this is especially sadly true of students trained in the US  military since they kill more Muslims than the rest of us, is that the Quran actually begins with this very phrase.  For in Islam a truly wise person is one who has faith and one who has faith has the wisdom to know that, as the Quran itself teaches, you may not like something at all but it could turn out that it is what is best for you. I’m sure that many Mantiq readers have their stories of blessings in disguise. Al-hamdu lillah.

2. It was Ramadhan some years ago.  Cold, wet, foggy, typical English weather in the middle of  winter.  It was a Friday. The Shaykh had been invited to England to speak at various mosques in and around London and to lead the tarawih prayers said during Ramadhan at night in mosques throughout the world. He was especially sought after due to his melodious voice and his Egyptian sense of humor which he often used as an effective teaching device in his sermons.

It was late afternoon and the sun would soon begin to set. The Shaykh was sitting on the carpet leaning against the wall reading his Quran and waiting for the call to prayer so he, like the many others gathered at the mosque, could break the fast with some very simple light food, say the sunset prayer and then once again all gather together immediately afterwards for a proper Ramadhan meal and fellowship.

The Shaykh had given a particularly powerful sermon that day at the Friday noon prayer as a sort of guest Imam. His sermon was on the juxtaposition of faith and works in the Quran and it was meant to provoke discussion and reflection – something most sermons never do in any place of worship. But as the worshippers began to gather and chit chat as they too awaited the call to prayer ending the fasting for that day they began to talk about salvation and paradise and how to attain them.  Many of the workers were immigrants from Pakistan and India, a few from various Arab countries and some from more distant Islamic lands. Then there were the white British converts whom everyone else – the real Muslims – liked to lord it over and “teach” about the “true” Islam.

There was lots of talk about Jihad as the only true way to salvation. The whites were listening hearing quotes (and misquotes) from the hadiths of the Prophet about the glories of Jihad and the status of martyrs. Others, less hell-bent on avoiding hell through violence, stressed the Quran’s great emphasis on helping the poor and needy and upon justice and building a just society. These things will earn you paradise.

The Shaykh sat in the corner looking at them. “Somebody reads one book and thinks he is Abu Hanifah” he said to himself. He was just 40, but looked older. Dealing with the Muslim communities in non-Muslim lands for the past few years had taken its toll on his otherwise sunny disposition. His neatly trimmed beard was starting to show serious grayness and up close you could see the lines around his deep almost black eyes.

One particularly annoying young Egyptian man in the crowd arose to speak shouting loudly that Jihad was the way to paradise in an age where all the Muslim lands were under siege. He quoted Surah 61 verses 10 and 11 –  verses often quoted by Aiman al-Zawahiri whom the Shaykh had once known personally and whom he loathed.

O ye who believe! Shall I lead you to a bargain that will save you from a grievous Penalty?-

That ye believe in God and His Messenger, and that ye engage in Jihad in the Cause of God, with your property and your persons: That will be best for you, if ye but knew!

The Shaykh then made a decision within himself that would change his life forever and in ways he could not then have imagined.

He slowly rose and walked to the center of the mosque where so many of the young men had gathered. He stood next to the young Egyptian firebrand and quoted from other verses  in the same Sura:

O ye who believe! Why say ye that which ye do not?

Grievously odious is it in the sight of God that ye say that which ye do not.

The point was not lost on the young man who faded slowly back into the group.

The Shaykh now had the attention of everyone in the mosque. Even the women who had been bringing food for the breaking of the fast had stopped making preparations and stood almost at attention from the women’s section of the prayer area.

The Shaykh, who always kept in mind the Prophet’s exhortation to make one’s prayer long but one’s speeches short, spoke in his British-accented English.

If all you can do is say “al-hamdu lillah” it is enough.

Everyone remained quiet as the Shaykh walked through the crowd to the entrance to the mosque. He went out into the fog and the cold to pray and break his fast alone.

How Does This Sound?

1. “Absolutely. If a Jew who has — who is — a practicing Jew who believes the word of the Hebrew Bible to be the word of Yahweh, who abides by Judaism, who goes to synagogue and prays every Saturday, who prays three times a day — this practicing Jew , who believes in the teachings of the Hebrew Bible, cannot be a loyal citizen to the United States of America.”

“A Jew is allowed to lie under any situation to make Judaism , or for the benefit of Jews in the long run. A Jew sworn to office can lay his hand on the Hebrew Bible and say ‘I swear that I’m telling the truth and nothing but the truth,’ fully knowing that he is lying because the same Hebrew Bible that he is swearing on justifies his lying in order to advance the cause of Judaism . What is worrisome about that is when we are faced with war and a Jewish political official in office has to make a decision either in the interest of the United States, which is considered infidel according to the teachings of Judaism , and our Constitution is uncompatible [sic] with Judaism — not compatible — that Jew in office will always have his loyalty to Judaism.”

“Those Jews who are coming into the United States, they are immediately going from the border into the major cities where there is a large Jewish concentration in the United States, such as New York Aviv or Bethesda…”

“We need to see more patriotism and less terrorism, and especially on the part of the Jewish community in this country, who are good at nothing but complaining about every single thing instead of standing up and working with us in fighting the enemy in our country.

“I tell them, if you see a synagogue being built in your community, and you are worried about suspicious activities happening in the synagogue, go down to city hall. Find out who owns the deed to that synagogue. Is it an Israeli foundation? Is it (in) names of some Jewish Rabbi outside of the United States of America? Write those names down. It’s public information — for free. Write the information down. Come home. Call the F.B.I. in your local community. Turn the names to the F.B.I. and the F.B.I. can start checking. Are these people on the most wanted list? Do they have links to terrorism? This is how we can help our government as citizens…”

Original text is included in the article here. Please compare.  In the text above, references to Muslims were replaced by references to Jews. Imagine such a bigot being able to speak to US military academies.