The Year In Mosk
ANNOUNCING WONKETTE'S PERSON OF THE YEAR: The guy who can't spell "Muslim,""mosque," OR "Ground Zero," yet NOES ENUFF to know he should be bigoted against any two of these things aligning. Yes, it was a banner year for hate on Earth yet again, even when we thought Justin Bieber would finally eclipse it. He didn't! Hate won at the last second. But at least he made it close. The so-called "Muslin Groud Zero Mosk" was the perfect chance for bitter ever-backwards white people to get mad at the world outside the insular hate Tupperware they reside in and for the conservativeopportunists to exploit their fear. Yes, it was a year for hope.
Sure, things seemed simple early in the summer when Peter King first started getting antsy about that community center. How simple it all seemed! Oh, just that hateful little congressman again, being hateful. At the time, we wrote:
Yes. At this moment in history, you certainly wouldn’t want any of that “cross-cultural understanding between Islam and the West” that crazy terrorist imam was talking about.
HAR HAR HAR!
It was a wild time. Chicken-noodle soup was publicly lynched. Terrible music videos happened. All of this while there was already a mosque similarly "at" the World Trade Center site.
At the other end of the rabbit hole, the general-public cretins went back into their own holes. Charles Krauthammer started to write op-eds that resembled treatises on political strategy (the black guy suddenly knew how to do it!) rather than Muslim-killing strategy. Juan Williams was handed a bunch of money from Fox News for saying he gets scared when he sees a Muslim. Alabama store signs were making jokes about using pork restaurants to weed out unsafe Muslims. And Muslim-Americans were being recruited by the U.S. government with offers of money and cars to become fake terrorists so that the government would have some terrorists to arrest and American Muslims would stop trusting their government at all.
You know, back to normal.
And our Bieber lord responded:
What a has-been. Get with the hate, ye damn'd castrato!