Pork, Dogs, Music, Dance, And Drink; Antithetical To Muslims, Crucial To Americans' Pursuit Of Happiness

 

Palmer’s, a bar on Minneapolis’ West Bank, has been a fixture of the community it has served for 119 years. Locals even called it “the heart of the city” because it brought people together. It has now been permanently closed. It is to become a mosque.

Islam bans alcohol, music, and dancing. Pork and dogs are considered dirty and are frowned upon at best. It is no wonder that most countries that are in the thrall of Islam and/or are predominately populated by Muslims are dark places that have not evolved much from the 7th or 8th centuries.

Traditionally, we in the West have proposed a toast to those we love, to honor someone, to recognize or enshrine a memory, or to acknowledge the passing of a loved one—or of time. Usually with a beverage containing alcohol. We may drink to someone's memory, or to a principle with which we agree. Music is the soundtrack of civilization. We dance to express joy or to bond with another. (Pork is tasty and perhaps a healthier choice than red meat. Dogs have evolved along with human beings, and, for some, truly are their best friends.)

It is no accident that Islamic terrorists often target nightclubs and concert venues.

In parts of the West, particularly those areas populated with a high percentage of Muslims, bars and taverns are going away and dance floors are shrinking or disappearing altogether. (In certain locales, Muslims have requested that stores remove pork from their shelves. In others, people have been asked to keep their dogs out of the sight of nearby Muslims.)

If we accede to the dictates of Islam, if native American citizens assimilate to the values of Muslims rather than vice-versa, if we stop toasting, singing, and dancing, we will lose much of the joy in our lives, much of what makes us human. And we will have turned our back on our own values.

When the music's over, we won't have to turn off the lights, because it will already be dark.

So let's drink a cup of cheer again

And share a dance one last time

Let’s make a toast to freedom again

For these are the days of Auld Lang Syne.

 

So, “Dry January” be damned, I’m going to drink a toast to President Trump-- and Making America American Again. And then I’m going to put on some Toby Keith and pet my golden retriever.