Dispatch from the Razor's Edge, the Blog of Michael Stephen Fuchs
2007.07.04 : More on These Losers
Plus Hitch on the Theocrats
And Other Bits Re: the Muppet Jihad
Plus One Last Little Thing

"Why on earth do people keep saying, 'There but for the grace of God…'? If matters had been very slightly different over the past weekend, the streets of London and the airport check-in area in Glasgow, Scotland, would have been strewn with charred body parts. And this would have been, according to the would-be perpetrators, because of the grace of God. Whatever our own private theology or theodicy, we might at least agree to take this vile belief seriously.
    The car bomb might have been parked outside a club in Piccadilly because it was "ladies night" … on the grounds that dead "slags" or "sluts" would be regretted by nobody… The murderers did not just want body parts in general but female body parts in particular.
    The most noticeable thing about all theocracies is their sexual repression and their directly related determination to exert absolute control over women… The votaries of theocracy now claim the God-given right to slaughter females at random for nothing more than their perceived immodesty. The least we can do, confronted by such radical evil, is to look it in the eye (something it strives to avoid) and call it by its right name."

Shortly after posting my recent piece on the spectacularly and amusingly unsuccessful attacks in London and Glasgow, I realised I'd mislabelled the perpetrators in calling them "losers". Much more apt would have been the lovely, amusing, and oh-so-useful British epithet of "muppets". These guys truly are muppets of the first rank, and they're running a Muppet Jihad. (*)

And but then, a day later, it transpired that the authorities rounded some of these guys up – and I lost my smirk, and my stomach began to turn again, when it was discovered that: These men are doctors. They're physicians. Here are guys who are solemnly pledged to heal the sick and the injured, and who are supposed to do so without regard to race or gender or creed or guilt or anything. They're supposed to have taken the Hippocratic Oath, to wit: "I will prescribe regimens for the good of my patients according to my ability and my judgment and never do harm to anyone"; practicing in Britain they most certainly had agreed to the UK General Medical Council's Duties of a Doctor.

And nonetheless they went out, and in full knowledge of their actions and intended results, tried in deadly earnest to kill or maim hundreds of people unknown to them – to turn human beings into bloody meat.

This I realised, trying to still the swells of my stomach, is beyond profane. It is pornographic.

And since these guys tried to do these things because they think God wants them to, I figured the most appropriate thing I could post in response would be more excerpts from Christopher Hitchens' book God is not Great.

But, first, please indulge me a few more observations, more or less from the scene:

As I sat on a rumbling Underground train yesterday evening, sleepwalking home from work, the driver came on the tannoy and told us that the station at Earl's Court – my neighbourhood – had been evacuated. He said this was due to a fire alarm having been pulled; which, much like the ever-popular "signal failure" explanation for delays, could mean anything, or nothing. I got off a stop early, as I do anyway because it's a nicer walk, and on arriving home, Anna told me that both Hammersmith and Tower Hill stations had also been closed – due to alerts of suspicious packages.

Why does the District Line always take it on the chin? Perhaps because it's nearly as slow as walking most of the time, and so it's easy to imagine someone wanting to blow it up. I sometimes do.

As also always seems to happen when I pass something dramatic in central London, and I go home and log into the Times, and the Guardian, and the BBC, looking for news, once again I was ahead of the scoop. Nothing. Funnily enough, even the Transport For London site had nothing about it – reporting a good service, with no delays, on the District Line. Hah.

While I was reading the papers, I saw Jacqui Smith's statement to the Commons. The new Home Secretary had been in the job less than 12 hours, before being dumped into a situation where her decisions might result in hundreds of lives saved or lost. Tough gig. To her credit, she kept her cool, and refrained from rash promises of draconian new legislation. More to the point, she said:

"It is through our unity that the terrorists will eventually be defeated. The fact that people have been prepared to go about their lives as normally as possible this weekend sends the strongest message to those who wish to destroy our way of life and our freedoms that we will not be intimidated by terror."

It's that "wish to destroy our way of life and our freedoms" bit that's critical. Not whitewashing the Islamists' goals is an excellent start to defeating them. Generally, a good first pass at understanding what people want is to listen to the words that come out of their mouths. As Mark Steyn pointed out in a piece you might find worth your time to read, called "They Want to Kill us All", the former leader of Hezbollah is on the record as saying, "‘We are not fighting so that you will offer us something. We are fighting to eliminate you."

I think it would also be useful if perhaps we've heard the last about the suicide murderers' "grievances". As Hitch himself deathlessly put it: "Ah yes, they have many grievances. They are aggrieved when they see unveiled woman. And they are aggrieved that we tolerate homosexuals and Jews and free speech and the reading of literature."

Finally, since the soi disant mass-murderers were in this case professionals – doctors, doing their specialist training in the wealthy West – could we perhaps also hear a little less about suicide terrorism as a reaction to economic inequality, or injustice. Simply, it's a God thing. (In addition to being, quite needless to point out, an Evil thing.)

And, as a final point, I'd suggest that anyone who maintains that Islam is the "religion of peace," and that the jihadis are "perverting a noble religion", hasn't actually read the Koran. (I hope to publish some excerpts from that a bit later…)

But enough of my ranting. Hitchens' ranting is much superior. (*)




And yet – the believers still claim to know! Not just to know that god exists, and that he created and supervised the whole enterprise, but also to know what "he" demands of us – from our diet to our observances to our sexual morality. In other words, in a vast and complicated discussion where we know more and more about less and less, yet can still hope for some enlightenment as we proceed, one faction – itself composed of mutually warring factions – has the sheer arrogance to tell us that we already have all the essential information we need. Such stupidity, combined with such pride, should be enough on its own to exclude "belief" from the debate. The person who is certain, and who claims divine warrant for his certainty, belongs now to the infancy of our species. It may be a long farewell, but it has begun and, like all farewells, should not be protracted.

A week before the events of September 11, 2001, I was on a panel with Dennis Prager, who is one of America's better-known religious broadcasters. He challenged me in public to answer what he called a "straight yes/no question," and I happily agreed. Very well, he said. I was to imagine myself in a strange city as the evening was coming on. Toward me I was to imagine that I saw a large group of men approaching. Now – would I feel safer, or less safe, if I was to learn that they were just coming from a prayer meeting? As the reader will see, this is not a question to which a yes/no answer can be given. But I was able to answer it as if it were not hypothetical. "Just to stay within the letter 'B,' I have actually had that experience in Belfast, Beirut, Bombay, Belgrade, Bethlehem, and Baghdad. In each case I can say absolutely, and can give my reasons, why I would feel immediately threatened if I thought that the group of men approaching me in the dusk were coming from a religious observance."

On February 14, 1989, my friend Salman Rushdie was hit by a simultaneous death sentence and life sentence, for the crime of writing a work of fiction. To be more precise, the theocratic head of a foreign state – the Ayatollah Khomeini of Iran – publicly offered money, in his own name, to suborn the murder of a novelist who was a citizen of another country. Those who were encouraged to carry out this bribed assassination scheme, which extended to "all those involved in the publication" of The Satanic Verses, were offered not just the cold cash but also a free ticket to paradise. It is impossible to imagine a greater affront to every value of free expression… (*) It put me on notice of what I already knew. It is not possible for me to say, Well, you pursue your Shiite dream of a hidden imam and I pursue my study of Thomas Paine and George Orwell, and the world is big enough for both of us. The true believer cannot rest until the whole world bows the knee.

[After 9/11] I was able to write in a further reply to Dennis Prager, now you have your answer. The nineteen suicide murderers of New York and Washington and Pennsylvania were beyond any doubt the most sincere believers on those planes. Perhaps we can hear a little less about how "people of faith" possess moral advantages that others can only envy.

There may be someone who can explain the sexual and other cruelties of the religious without any reference to the obsession with celibacy, but that someone will not be me. I simply laugh when I read the Koran, with its endless prohibitions on sex and its corrupt promise of infinite debauchery in the life to come… The homicidal lunatics – rehearsing to be genocidal lunatics – of 9/11 were perhaps tempted by virgins, but it is far more revolting to contemplate that, like so many of their fellow jihadists, they were virgins. Like monks of old, the fanatics are taken early from their families, taught to despise their mothers and sisters, and come to adulthood without ever having had a normal conversation, let alone a normal relationship, with a woman. This is disease by definition.

Not only did Islam begin by condemning all doubters to eternal fire, but it still claims the right to so in almost all of its dominions, and still preaches that these same dominions can and must be extended by war… It makes immense claims for itself, invokes prostrate submission or "surrender" as a maxim to its adherents, and demands deference and respect from nonbelievers into the bargain. There is nothing – absolutely nothing – in its teachings that can even begin to justify such arrogance and presumption.

The eighth sura [of the Koran], revealed at Medina, deals at some length with the justified spoils of war and dwells continually on the further postmortem "torments of fire" that await those who are defeated by the believers. It was this very sura that was to be used by Saddam Hussein to justify his mass murder and dispossession of the people of Kurdistan.

In my own recent life in Washington, I have been bombarded with obscene and menacing phone calls from Muslims, promising to punish my family because I do not support a campaign of lies and hatred and violence against democratic Denmark.

As I write, a version of the Inquisition [the Iranian theocracy] is about to lay hands on a nuclear weapon… This puts the confrontation between faith and civilization on a whole new footing. Until relatively recently, those who adopted the clerical path had to pay a heavy price for it. Their societies would decay, their economies would contract, their best minds would go to waste or take themselves elsewhere, and they would consistently be outdone by societies that had learned to tame and sequester the religious impulse. A country like Afghanistan would simply rot. Bad enough as it was, it became worse on September 11, 2001, when from Afghanistan the holy order was given to annex two famous achievements of modernism – the high-rise building and the jet aircraft – and use them for immolation and human sacrifice. The succeeding stage, very plainly announced in hysterical sermons, was to be the moment when apocalyptic nihilists coincided with Armageddon weaponry. Faith-based fanatics could not design anything as useful or beautiful as a skyscarper or a passenger aircraft. But, continuing their long history of plagiarism, they could borrow and steal these things and use them as a negation.

This book has been about the oldest argument in human history, but almost every week that I was engaged in writing it, I was forced to break off and take part in the argument as it was actually continuing. These arguments tended to take ugly forms: I was not so often leaving my desk to go and debate with some skilful old Jesuit at Georgetown, but rather hurrying out to show solidarity at the embassy of Denmark, a small democratic country in northern Europe whose other embassies were going up in smoke because of the appearance of a few caricatures in a newspaper in Copenhagen. (*) This last confrontation was an especially depressing one. Islamic mobs were violating diplomatic immunity and issuing death threats against civilians, yet the response from His Holiness the Pope and the archbishop of Canterbury was to condemn – the cartoons! In my own profession, there was a rush to see who could capitulate the fastest, by reporting on the disputed images without actually showing them. Euphemistic noises were made about the need to show "respect," but I know quite a number of the editors concerned and can say for a certainty that the chief motive for "restraint" was simple fear. In other words, a handful of religious bullies and bigmouths could, so to speak, outvote the tradition of free expression in its Western heartland. And in the year 2006, at that! To the ignoble motive of fear one must add the morally lazy practice of relativism: no group of nonreligious people threatening and practicing violence would have been granted such an easy victory, or had their excuses – not that they offered any of their own – made for them.

Religion even boasts a special branch of itself, devoted to the study of the end. It calls itself "eschatology," and broods incessantly on the passing away of all earthly things. This death cult refuses to abate, even though we have every reason to think that "earthly things" are all that we have, or are ever going to have. Yet in our hands and within our view is a whole universe of discovery and clarification, which is a pleasure to study in itself, gives the average person access to insights that not even Darwin or Einstein possessed, and offers the promise of near-miraculous advances in healing, in energy, and in peaceful exchange between different cultures. Yet millions of people in all societies still prefer the myths of the cave and the tribe and the blood sacrifice… Confronted with undreamed-of vistas inside our own evolving cortex, in the farthest reaches of the known universe, and in the proteins and acids which constitute our nature, religion offers either annihilation in the name of god, or else the false promise that if we take a knife to our foreskins, or pray in the right direction, or ingest pieces of wafer, we shall be "saved."

To all those whom I do not know, and who live in the worlds where superstition and barbarism are still dominant, and into whose hands I hope this little book may fall, I offer the modest encouragement of an older wisdom. It is in fact this, and not any arrogant preaching, that comes to us out of the whirlwind: Die Stimme der Vernunft ist leise. Yes, "The voice of Reason is soft." But it is very peristent. In this, and in the lives and minds of combatants known and unknown, we repose our chief hope.




Oh, one last little thing, for the two of you who read this far: Happy American Independence Day.

"The world is indebted for all triumphs which have been gained by reason and humanity over error and oppression."
- Thomas Jefferson

Peter F. Rothermel's painting 'Patrick Henry before the Virginia House of Burgesses' "It is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth… It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace – but there is no peace. The war is actually begun."
- Patrick Henry, speech to the Second Virginia Convention, March 23rd 1775

"We have it in our power to begin the world over again."
- Thomas Paine, Common Sense

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Fuchs is the author of the novels The Manuscript and Pandora's Sisters, both published worldwide by Macmillan in hardback, paperback and all e-book formats (and in translation); the D-Boys series of high-tech, high-concept, spec-ops military adventure novels – D-Boys, Counter-Assault, and Close Quarters Battle (2014); and is co-author, with Glynn James, of the bestselling Arisen series of spec-ops zombie apocalypse dark action thrillers. The second nicest thing anyone has ever said about his work was: "Fuchs seems to operate on the narrative principle of 'when in doubt put in a firefight'." (Kirkus Reviews, more here.)

Fuchs was born in New York; schooled in Virginia (UVa); and later emigrated to the San Francisco Bay Area, where he lived through the dot-com boom. Subsequently he decamped for an extended period of tramping before finally rocking up in London, where he now makes his home. He does a lot of travel blogging, most recently of some very  long  walks around the British Isles. He's been writing and developing for the web since 1994 and shows no particularly hopeful signs of stopping.

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THE MANUSCRIPT by Michael Stephen Fuchs
PANDORA'S SISTERS by Michael Stephen Fuchs
DON'T SHOOT ME IN THE ASS, AND OTHER STORIES by Michael Stephen Fuchs
D-BOYS by Michael Stephen Fuchs
COUNTER-ASSAULT by Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN, Book One - Fortress Britain, by Glynn James & Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN, Book Two - Mogadishu of the Dead, by Glynn James & Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN : Genesis, by Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN Book Three - Three Parts Dead, by Glynn James & Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN Book Four - Maximum Violence, by Glynn James & Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN Book Five - EXODUS, by Glynn James & Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN Book Six - The Horizon, by Glynn James & Michael Stephen Fuchs
ARISEN, Book Seven - Death of Empires, by Glynn James & Michael Stephen Fuchs
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