November 15, 2009
Dennis Miller: What to do in the downtime between prayers
“… now and at the hour of our death, amen.”
Having finished that prayer for the victims and the surviving family members of the Fort Hood tragedy, we should all probably touch base on a few less faith-based truths in this interim before the next.
** There’s a likely chance (as in a mortal lock) that some sort of radical Islamic beef with the world played a part in this man’s flameout. I know, I know, we first have to go down the list of teased, burdened, troubled and overwhelmed but don’t contort yourself too much in an effort to downplay his rave off. “Allahu akbar” is to Islamic terrorists what “Miami Beach audiences are the greatest audiences in the world” was to Jackie Gleason.
** You’re also gonna hear that his tenure at Walter Reed hospital, the Louvre of honor and compassion, might have sent him around the bend. Keep in mind that madmen are entering the apogee of the bend well before we get to meet them.
If everyday life gives a nut any nudge at all from behind, it is at best the same half-feeling you’d get from a deft pickpocket. The nobility of the human condition on display at Walter Reed makes one to sprint to the light, not give in to the darkness of the abyss.
** We need an Islamic Serpico. To the north-of-a-billion fair-minded Muslims out there, we need your help on this one. Jihadville is way too insular for us to infiltrate it. It ends up looking like Ralph Reed sitting in with the Wu Tang Clan, just a tad obvious. Step to the fore and reclaim your faith because it only takes one bad fig to spoil the whole.