Because people like booze, freedom, and sex.

Yup. I think they do. And not only can a servile womb fail to breed free men—it isn't very likely to breed truly effective servile ones, either.

When I was young and feisty, I used to dream of going to Afghanistan—during the Taliban's reign, of course—with my Glock in a small-of-the-back holster, and taking off my shirt and bra. And then mowing down, quite deliberately, those who cast the first-through-thirtieth stones. (I have an extended magazine for that particular sidearm.)

Of course, no radical Islamist deserves to see my boobs—even as his dying image.

The beautiful thing is that nothing so grandiose will be necessary: the culture will decay from the inside, out. And now it's their own women who are stripping for the webcams. Game, set, and match.

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Iowahawk reports:

Kohut pointed to one of the study's key findings that only 29% of all respondents agreed that "bloody, random violence against infidels" was "always" or "frequently" justified, versus 56% who said such violence was "seldom" or "never" justified. The approval of violence rose slightly among younger Lutherans and when the hypothetical violence was targeted against Presbyterians, but still fell well short of a majority.

"The only demographic cohort we saw where murderous random violence had a majority support was among 18-35 year old male followers of the Wisconsin Synod," said Kohut. "And that was barely above the margin of error. Even then, fewer than half (41% to 46%) said they would personally volunteer to carry out the violence themselves."

Further bolstering the findings, Kohut noted that fewer than 6% of respondents physically attacked field interviewers during the survey.

So, nothing to worry about. Except for the Presbyterians, of course—but I'm not one of them, so all is well.

I called up Sean and asked him to read me the dialogue from Iowahawk's article, since I can't really do the accent myself. "Would you read this aloud—and Fargo it up for me, please?" I enquired.

He refused, so we aren't friends any more.

But now I find myself checking under my car for bombs every day. Young Lutheran males, you know . . .

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