Fundamentally, by my held namesake alone—notforprophet—I am an Islamic heresy and worthy of having my throat slit so that the dogs in the gutter where I’ll be cast can drink of my gurgling blood.

After all, the ‘Prophet’ was Mohammed, and if I’m ‘not for’ the Prophet, then I must be against him!  I must be the penultimate Infidel, the quintessential enemy to be brutally and tortuously butchered, whose possessions must be seized, whose women must be opportunized and defiled, whose pets must be barbecued alive and fed to hungry muslim babies.  Let the Prophet declare:

 "I will instill terror into the hearts of the unbelievers: smite ye above their necks and smite all their finger-tips off them. ...And slay them wherever ye catch them...."

   --Mohammed, the Koran.

He shall smite my fingertips so that I can no longer blog?  Oh shit!  I’m not going to take that with deliberative grace.  No, never!

In 624 AD (note how I even defile time by pegging it to the Christian calendar) , the Prophet announced the concept of the Jihad--the Islamic holy war.  Targeting who?  Well, who on the shifting sand dunes do you think?...

“Moslem jurists would later declare that there are two worlds: the world of Islam--Dar al-Islam--and the non-Islamic world--Dar al-Harb. These two territorial spheres, explained the Moslem scholars, are in a state of perpetual war. According to some Koranic interpreters, any leader who fails to 'make wide slaughter' in the land of the infidel is committing a sin. A statesman is only allowed the temporary expedient of peace if his forces are not yet strong enough to win.”

    --Howard Bloom, excerpted from The Lucifer Principle: A Scientific Expedition Into The Forces of History

Now in the epochal year 2003, I officially decree the founding of the perpetual mind-state of Isn’tlam with its core determination to wage a holy war of jijaw (Spanish j  pronunciation as in Jose ) during the holy month of RamSaddam.  My preliminary vision of this realm of Islamic non-fundamentalism was revealed here.  But having just shaken off the vengeful assault of Influenza type-A (for Allah, ricin-deriviative), I’m now possessed of inerrant energy to jijaw (heehaw) all jihads back down into their indigenously nondescript and storyless desert dusts. 

Smite my fingertips, will you, Prophet?  Nay, I shall seduce the virgin daughters of the daughters of your daughters to provide me delicious manicures as they render my blanket ripe with their precious peaches, pears, and plums.  And should my fingernails even ever show  wear, let it be known that my keyboard took its toll while  I was unrelentingly blogging the ideological crap out of this pretentious yet extremely dangerous politico-religious stance called ‘fundamentalist Islam’.