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Monday, October 10, 2005

What?! ME pray for a Muslim!?

Damn straight.

Been watching the Pakistan earthquake news. It tears my heart out to watch. Worse than New Orleans by an order of magnitude. In many ways, worse than the Indonesia tusnami. By one account, more than 70% of the buildings in the affected area were destroyed. Many of those were schools and apartment buildings, trapping and/or killing hundreds. Pictures of grade school children, silent, unmoving, glimpsed through gaps in the rubble.

Dammit dammit DAMMIT!!! You feel helpless. You know there's nothing you can do, and just praying seems an awful lot like a tear in a rainstrom, but if it's all you've got, I guess it's what you do. And donate to the International Red Cross.

Then there is the grimly cynical part of my mind wonders what all the frothing mullahs who called the Nawlins Hurricane the wrath of Allah have to say about 30,000 Muslims crushed beneath chunks of concrete in Pakistan. Allah seems to be pissed at pretty much everybody these days.

And then I have to remember, a snake oil salesman by the name of Robertson is dragging MY faith through the same rhetorical muck by spewing his brimstone and bile. I just have to wonder how long it will be before he weighs in with another "God smote the living shineola outta you cuz you were bad." I mean, even if your really believe that, the time and place to spout it is certainly NOT when people are still sifting through the wreckage looking for loved ones.

I wonder if there is some sort of syndrome or condition called "grief overload" where after a while, you just sort of ignore crap like this in favor of preserving your sanity.

I just can't imagine losing 10 or 15 members of your extended family in one awful moment.

My prayers are with thee.