Michiel Mans, the Dutch author who has appeared a number of times in this space, had some thoughts about Islam that he wanted to communicate with Anjem Choudary. With the author’s permission, I reproduce below the email to Mr. Choudary which Michiel posted on his website:
To: firstname.lastname@example.org- - - - - - - - -
Please forward this letter to Anjem Choudary. I’m sure you know this fearless fighter for islam and the introduction of shariah law. As I have no respect whatsoever for either islam or its laws, I refuse to use capital letters for both.
Dear mental Anjem Choudary,
I heard bearded braves shouting and saw their charming banner ‘shariah for the Netherlands’. Other banners carried messages like: ‘islam can go to hell’ and ‘freedom will rule the world’. Perhaps my fantasy played some tricks here. Whatever. Blood pressure among the followers of the Great Fruitcake from the Desert had risen once again. This time in protest of the er… Second Coming of Geert Wilders.
Of course I could try and reason with you about the evils of islam and the evils of shariah. Since you and your kind are beyond reason and too brainwashed and/or stupid to understand reason, I’ll just give you some observations. Like the Great Fruitcake from the Desert whom you follow, I can’t be bothered to come up with some original thoughts and therefore lavishly plagiarize.
-Never in the history of human beings, so many were kept so ignorant for so long, with so much bollocks from so few.-
In fact only one. This pestilence called islam is the hearsay invention of just one illiterate voice hearing mental fraud. And even for this horrid fairytale is little real evidence.
-You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time. Unless they are poor sods who pray with their butts up, facing Mecca.-
To stick with tradition, one more to make three. One that doesn’t need any supplements or alterations. One from Bertrand Russell. He has many, many more.
-There is something feeble and a little contemptible about a man who cannot face the perils of life without the help of comfortable myths. Almost inevitably some part of him is aware that they are myths and that he believes them only because they are comforting. But he dares not face this thought! Moreover, since he is aware, however dimly, that his opinions are not rational, he becomes furious when they are disputed.-
Many grapes and greetings,