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Pop Culture Confessions: Depressed by Disney Pop Princesses and Delighted by Dh*mmiwatch

I have recently been taking a work related course at university. The course subject itself was fairly interesting, but the assignment was a malformed vat of tedium.

As I am skilled in internet timewasting, I did a lot of looking at sites of no real benefit in between bursts of actual work.

I was reading an interview with the latest teen pop sensations Aly and AJ. When describing their Christian beliefs they also had this to say:

“We don’t want to exclude anybody,” AJ adds, finishing her sister’s thought (they do that a lot). “If we have a Muslim fan or an atheist fan, that’s their thing — I’m gonna love them no matter what.”

I know they are only teenagers and they meant well, but something about that statement bothered me.

I know so many people who aren’t interested in God. The concept of a Creator, a purpose, something other then this life – not concerned. Maybe he exists. Maybe he doesn’t. Meh.

So when I meet people who believe in God and to whom faith is sincerely a key part of their lives, I feel a kind of connection to them. This is especially true of followers of the two other Abrahamic faiths.  We share a lot and I feel a great kinship when we can talk about our belief in the power of prayer and trusting in God.

I know due to politics and ignorance, people don’t that know Allah swt is God and God is Allah, Who created the world and sent us Books and Guidance so that we might come to know Him. They are the same.

Delving back into the real of brain candy. I like my police procedurals and my favourite is probably NCIS, because it’s relatively light and fluffy and if I want to see really grim things, I watch the news.

However, NCIS does have it’s fair share of Reel Bad Arab/Muslim plot lines. It could be argued that they are being current and they are far from the only show to do this. I guess I hate seeing negative portrayals because they are virtually no positive portrayals of Muslims. Also it feeds existing prejudices. Baddies in U.S films are often English too, but the English are not subjected to demeaning smear tactics in mass media.

Anyway, so I was Googling to see if anyone had written anything about NCIS‘s plot lines involving Muslims when I found this Dh*mmiwatch commentator describing a scene from NCIS:

‘…the local yokel hayseed Sheriff’s Deputy barges into the hospital room and begins to aggressively question and berate the Iraqi. The Deputy says, “One inch difference, and the bullet that hit your chest would have sent you to be with your 72 virgins.”

Then the Deputy gets closer to the bed and says, “What kind of sick religion would tell you to martyr yourself for –“

But the Deputy is cut off immediately at that point when Officer David — the American Israeli ex-Mossad agent for NCIS — grabs his arm and puts it in a painful lock behind his back, causing him to wince in pain. And she says to him:

“When you insult another man’s religion, you insult my religion and your own religion!”‘

Actually, this episode was shown here the other night and the commentator misquoted  her . What she actually said was:

“When you insult his religion, you insult my religion and your own religion too!”.

I wish that more people, other then a fictional tv character held the same opinion.

Speedy Mittwoch post: I could say so much more about this…

One of those moments when you’re sat at your computer at home desperately combining work with work avoidance and your phone rings and it’s your favourite person in the world and you’re so happy to hear from them, so happy that they exist and you have them in your life, that when the conversation finishes, you get up from your chair and do a little dance of joy.