Excuse me, dahrlings, but...

Je Suis Muslim

Dear pumpkins,

The chaos unleashed by that madman down south has me beside myself. Hearing the voices (Does Trump hear voices?) of all those people across the U.S. raising their fists and refusing to be railroaded into a Naziesque regime, has me jumping on my divan. Yes! I mean, No! We won't stand for it, you soul sucking cretin piece of القرف.

Our fellow humans whom fate chose to birth in a Muslim country feel like they've been branded sub-par, grade B, damaged goods, persona non-Christian. Herded into holding tanks. Arrested. Has a certain ring of icy familiarity, wouldn't you say, Pumpkins?

And adding slaughter to injury, like Pavlovian dogs, some Quebec lobotomy candidates heard the call to hate, killing 6 people as they prayed last night.  

There’s nothing we can do to bring them back. But what can we do to stand up to bigotry, dahrlings? As much as I enjoy jumping on my divan, especially when the dogs join in and we have a lovely time, perhaps there's something more to be done.

I'm heartened that some are already doing the right thing:

  • Airbnb has offered free stays to stranded refugees
  • Starbucks says it will hire 10,000 refugees
  • All Canadian carriers are waiving change fees for those impacted by the ban.

Today, and for as long as it takes, #JeSuisMuslim.

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