CBD posts an excellent course of instruction.

Islam is a revolutionary political philosophy that uses an ersatz religion to manipulate and motivate its adherents. The Twelvers sect of Shia Islam is a particularly nutty branch that specifically seeks the apocalypse to usher in the return of Muhammad al-Mahdi, the twelfth Imam. That means America and Israel must be destroyed!

But all is well! Only about 85% of Shia Islam believe that! Of course Iran is the most prominent Twelver Shia country, because they have assiduously pursued that goal for the last 46 years…bankrupting the country, throwing it back into the dark ages, and fomenting terrorism throughout the world. On the way it created a comprehensive police state, and cultivated terrorist proxies in the Middle East: Hezbollah, Hamas, and the Houthis are the big ones, but there are others in Bahrain and Iraq, and Syria.

But the biggest and most expensive effort is of course Iran’s efforts to design and build nuclear weapons. And not just any nuclear weapon…they want ballistic missiles with nuclear warheads! And that requires highly enriched uranium and significant engineering. No shipping container bombs for Iran! They want the best!

And for what? The destruction of Israel is number one. The destruction of America is number two. On the way they might take shots at Europe, and maybe Saudi Arabia; the center of Sunni Islam. That would be a bonus, but their real target is Israel.

And they will never stop. The raison d’être of the Iranian Mullahs and their lunatic acolytes is the arrival of the twelfth Imam, and nothing will deflect them from that goal. Nothing will stop their nuclear aspirations. Nothing will stop their support for terrorist organizations across the globe. Nothing will moderate their maniacal desire for the world to go up in nuclear flames.

Except regime change.

Annnnd BINGO, there you have it: the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Weep, wail, and piss yourself over it, it ain’t gonna change a single thing. Unpleasant, wildly popular, dispiriting, enheartening, reviled, and/or unanimously endorsed or not, the facts remain the facts, the truth remains the truth. Whether you choose to sit back, calm down, grow a pair, and take your medicine like a grown man regardless of how nasty it tastes, or you’re more the type to set your hair alight, zoom around in small circles waving your arms and shrieking deliriously, reality doesn’t give a whoop in Hell what you might think.

Reality can often be stubborn as a dadblame mule, which makes it clear as a mountain spring to every girl, boy, woman, or man* that nobody but a serious candidate for a rubber room at the Ha-Ha Hotel along with one of those nice, hard-to-find jackets that buckle in back would actually expect that cold, indifferent reality might just go away and leave people alone.

PRO TIP: It won’t.

The Mullahs will not, probably CAN not, willingly abandon the “religion” founded by their hallucinatory Pedophile Prophet. The one, the only way Moslems will abandon Pisslam is to force them to. And the one, the only to do that is by the application of massive violence, bloodshed in not just buckets but rivers, and defeating them utterly, Curtis LeMay-style. Sadly, I see no sign that pampered, soft-handed Westerners retain the determination, the courage, the strength of will to do either of those things, let alone both—which are non-negotiable requirements to eradicate the jihadi threat once and for all.

At the end of the day it all boils down to this: eradicating the jihadi threat of necessity means eradicating the jihadis. Next steps along the road to dignity, honor, and righteousness will be to face up to that harsh truth; acknowledge the suicidal futility of attempting to dispute an obvious truth. Then and only then will you have readied yourself to act as if you really mean it this time. Anything less than a full, frank, honest assessment of the slavering beast you must do battle with and you might as well go ahead and surrender, you’re just jerking off here. Get back to me when you’re ready to get serious about seeing this thing through to the very end.

The Iranian regime represents a threat which is real, credible, and cannot be nullified via Western conscience-balming fripperies such as sanctions, treaties, pallets of cash, or windy threats of an impending reckoning that never seems to come. The primitive totalitarian belief system Shrubya disgraced himself for all time when he misrepresented Pisslam as “the Religion Of Peace” will remain a “clear and present danger” to Western Civ (Tom Clancy’s words) for as long as there’s so much as a small handful of maniacal Moslems left alive and free to dream big dreams, plot, and prepare the Faithful for the return of Allah (Piss Be Upon Him) to his Earthly throne. The only question staring us in the face at this point is simple: what, if anything, are we going to do about this?

The mortal threat posed by Iran’s Mad Mullahs and their pseudo-religion will, like the Sword of Damocles, dangle over Western heads for as long as We Duh Sheeple keep tolerating the intolerable; excusing the inexcusable; celebrating the wilfully blind for being visionaries, the drooling, ineducable retards for their intelligence, and the weak, frail, and sickly for their might, endurance, and robustness; foolishly swallowing whole the cliched falsehoods which contend…

• That “the pen is mightier than the sword”
• That “diversity (ONLY of skin color, NEVER of thought) is our strength”
• That the chemical sterilization, irreversible surgical mutilation, and brainwashing of children is more properly referred to as “gender-affirming care”

Ironic, innit, that the above list contains both a few of the reasons for our downfall and, simultaneously, some of the things that convinced the Muzzies that conquering Western armies, political leaders, and civilian noncombatants had leapfrogged over several lower-level items, rising from merely desirable albeit of little or no importance, but was now an absolute imperative, Priority Numero Uno on Mohammed’s honey-do list.

Happily for them, every devout Moslem intuitively understands that the more Western infidels he puts to the sword and dispatches, the wider Allah smiles down on his faithful warriors. For your average jihadi it amounts to a can’t-lose proposition: you either survive to be feted as a heroic Defender of the Faith, or you die in battle, whereupon your immortal soul ascends to Paradise. Which is when you wake up and leap off whatever you’d been lying on, totally confusticated as to where you are, how you got there, and why you’re there in the first place.

You waste no more than a minute or two on unravelling this tangled skein of mystery, then another bizarre bolt from Deep Blue Nowhere strikes: somehow, you seem to have lost every stitch of clothing you had on before you awakened. Seeing as how you have no memory of undressing yourself before your nap, somebody must have stripped you of your clothes and absconded with ‘em as a prank. Ah well, time to enjoy those 72 delicious raisins Allah promised you’d receive on arrival in…dare I say it?…Paradise?

Hey, hold up a minute there, fella. Was that supposed to be 72 lovely, sloe-eyed, leggy, round-assed, big-titty virgins our Junior Jihadi would be getting, not a double-handful of dried out, wrinkly old grapes, a true Booby Prize if ever there was one? Former grapes which, strangely enough, have twice the hassle and one-fifth the flavor of plump, juicy, sun-ripened, vine-fresh, hand-picked grapes? Converted no-longer grapes so tough and chewy it wouldn’t be terribly unfair to crack jokes about these grapes/raisins/virgins/whatthefuckever being, and I quote:

SO, then. Having taken every Comparative Religion course my college offered (just because I found both the subject matter and its instructor to be interesting, enjoyable, and worth delving into), I seem to recall reading in one of my second-year textbooks a hit-and-run summation of the Twelvers cult and their obsessive belief in the  return of the long-ago decomposed Twelfth Imam (he “disappeared” in 878 AD, which casts grave doubt that there might actually still be enough of him left to justify sweeping it up and attempting to reanimate), the post-Apocalypse societal order, and Islamic supremacist dogma ages and ages ago, although to be perfectly honest I haven’t given most of the stuff I learned a whole heck of a lot of thought since departing the Halls of Academe for a good-paying (in 1981 money, that is) job as a pickup and delivery driver at a long-since-defunct air freight company.

The truly scary bit, though, is this (bold mine, so’s you won’t miss it):

Even President Trump, whose understanding of the Muslim world is far more impressive than any other modern president’s, believes that a “deal” can be struck with Iran. That didn’t prevent him from ordering the attack on Iran’s nuclear sites, but will he do it again in two years when they have begun to rebuild and have perhaps recovered some or all of their enriched uranium from the rubble? Or will President Vance order another strike in four years, or President Sanders in 12 years?

President *shudder* SANDERS?!? Saints preserve us! Or, to repurpose one of many stirring lines from Patrick Henry’s eternally-relevant speech: FORBID IT, ALMIGHTY GOD!!

President Sanders, the man says. Hideous as the prospect is, y’all know as well as I do that, in Amerika v2.0 as currently constituted—to wit: dumb as a hatfull of assholes thanks to a government school K-12 “education”; gullible as a toddler; easily manipulated; Commie-curious; bi-curious too these days, especially the young males who’ve found themselves sorely beset on every side for “toxic masculinity”—it’s not only possible, it’s damned likely. Looks like this is yet another of those occasions when I pray he’s wrong, but fear he ain’t.

* Why yes, as a matter of fact I DO dig me some Canned Heat, what makes you ask?