Listening to the lovely bells of Winchester, one of our great mediaeval cathedrals. So much nicer than the aggressive-sounding “Allahu Akhbar.” Or is that just my cultural upbringing? pic.twitter.com/TpCkq9EGpw
— Richard Dawkins (@RichardDawkins) July 16, 2018
Com’on jellyfishes grow a spine!
”D.A.D. – Jihad”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GP-PeyYLkXc
P.S: Right turn Clyde: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i98QrSSHxo4
Anyone who has been subjected to the amplified cat screaming described as the Muslim call to prayers could only describe them as lovely if they were drunk and into heavy metal. The Muslims love it so much they use tape recorderers to blast out this dreck and amp it up so no one can escape the bellowings of some goat fucker.
Little wonder then that Islam has produced some of the world’s greatest musicians, lyricists and playrights.
Try listening to the radio when travelling by road in Saudi Arabia. It makes listening to heavy metal (something I abhor) a pleasure by comparison. Other muslim sewers are not much better. All muslim sewers have a habit of placing mosques and hotels in near proximity and nonmuslims being blasted out of bed by the screeching is an accepted part of standard Islamic aggression.
“… being blasted out of bed by the screeching is an accepted part of standard Islamic aggression.”
I’d sure-as-hell not place any long-term bets on that bit of “tradition”.
As in: After a mere few more decades of this goat manure, p’raps they’ll have to whisper this whimpering crap of theirs or risk return gunfire. There’s few better aim-points than a minaret. Just sayin’…
“Little wonder then that Islam has produced some of the world’s greatest musicians, lyricists and playwrights.”
Yust a slight indicator of how sorely it will be missed once the Cleanup™ begins.
There is so little to miss about Islam (even it’s extraordinarily beautiful architecture and geometric art) that watching it slide over the event horizon can only be anticipated as a Hot Buttered Popcorn™ event.
Fuslims are Mucked, they just don’t realize it … yet.
That islamic “architecture” did NOT exist until they found the drawing room of the architect in Constantinople with its thousands of drawings and plans. The minaret so loved of sewer rats is actually Byzantine in toto (viz. Moscow and its towers untouched by islam at any time in history). Apart from the odd unusual (and often non muslim in fact) exception islam is monotonously sterile in all facets of existence except in procreation and body counts.
Perhaps dear ol’ Dickie is gaining an inkling of where his antichristian rants have helped to take the west. So no sympathy for him having to endure any muslim screeching. At one stage I lived next to a church carillon and I much prefer bells to caterwauling but if you think the call to prayer wakes you…. one bell would virtually lift the bed.
“Perhaps dear ol’ Dickie is gaining an inkling of where his antichristian rants have helped to take the west. So no sympathy for him having to endure any muslim screeching. At one stage I lived next to a church carillon and I much prefer bells to caterwauling but if you think the call to prayer wakes you…. one bell would virtually lift the bed.”
Really well-written, Michelle.
The entire anti-Christian craze of this last century’s few closing decades really
underminedset the stage for this current round of Western Weakness™.
Although I am not a religious person, myself, I recognize the crucial importance of individual Religious Freedom. Attempting to inject modern society with an Islamic, triumphalist, supremacist, misogynist, genocidal, terrorist, inbred, retarded, psychopathic ideology, with their intrusive ululations at all hours of the day and night is like posting a sign on your front lawn that says, “Okay for pets to sh!t here!”
Aside from having Notre Dame’s magnificent Rose Window used as a bull’s eye during target practice and seeing the Mona Lisa heaped like so much kindling—for the bonfire awaiting Michelangelo’s David—along with almost every other nameable Work of Western Art™—then the >05:00 video clip that trails this mini-rant is a fine example of what we stand to lose.
NOTE: Originally, I was searching on a magnificent carillon in action. Instead, I stumbled across this incredible work of genius. Take just a few minutes to review the beautiful music that this artist manages to produce with a mere 2,000 marbles (and assorted physical manipulations). I promise that you will be astounded.
To rant on, when will Islam ever produce even such a minor bit of artistic wizardry? Muslims are too busy beheading people for “witchcraft” to where they’ll NEVER EVER, make it to the finish line of philosophical integrity. Full Stop.
Another (admittedly quasi-random) example of what’s at stake. (Found alongside the marble machine clip)
Does anyone really think this amazing percussion ensemble would stand even a moment’s chance in Tehran or Riyadh?
Here’s the easy way out:
Thank you! Do you have any idea as to what that shows about most modern “music”? I am not knocking the ingenuity of the creator as IMO it is in line with that of the great organ creators of the middle ages. But the mere fact that it replicates what to many IS music, says far more about their understanding of what now passes for such. Much modern “classical” music is mathematically “brilliant” but tainted by the pop need for noise and the percussion “beat” and so 90+% of it is unbearable.
You are so welcome, Michelle!
“Much modern “classical” music is mathematically “brilliant” but tainted by the pop need for noise and the percussion “beat” and so 90+% of it is unbearable.”
Exactly as with the vast majority of “modern art”.
I could not agree with you more. The totally unnecessary “subsonic” bass-line (solely needed to project sound out of a moving vehicle) is beyond repulsive. Every time I hear one of these passing, sonic garbage scows, my only wish is for them to be t-boned by a CEMENT TRUCK at the next turn.
This disfiguring of our world’s sonic landscape is beyond criminal. Much as with “second-hand smoke”, our lives now are marred by “second-hand conversations” of “cell-yell”, whereby we’re forced into listening about this-and-that stranger’s back-half of infinitesimal bu!!shit as they rave on over whatever crapulence-du-jour they insist upon squealing about.
Additionally, we are girdled with this constant runnel of audio tormentation which, 100 years-ago, would probably have seen such pesky phonic picadillos whisked off to play an integral role in the very next round of Wicker Man Wackiness.
I’ll stop now…