(Originally written: 2/25/07)

Let’s be blunt: I want stuff to happen, and I’ll generally do my darndest to make it happen—as long as the means are morally permissible, of course. Three examples will suffice.

This post is satire. This post is satire. This post is satire.

(Please read with the voice of Jeremy Irons in Die Hard 2)
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"This is a communique from the Western Turncoats Front for Converts (aka , WTF-Converts). Many Muslim immigrants worship insurgents and make excuses for terrorists who target our nation. It is high time we turn the tables, is it not? For too long, Western converts to the great Islamic religion have been shunned for not adapting themselves as clients of the Master Race of Islam, or whatever ethnicity of the person who showed them how to be Muslim. Because of this, and the ignoring of our communal and familial interest, indeed the denial of our familes as kafirs and our communities as  the immigrants' enemy, we are the oppressed minority of the American Ummah."

Today is not the first time I've been accused of being an Arab-hater. Let's talk this one through. Its not hatred of Arabs by any means! I speak and read Arabic; my wife is Arab; my children are half-Arab; I've spent a good fraction of the past 10 years in Arab countries. But, what I do feel is a deep resentment towards being treated as a second-class Muslim. Hell, I tried everything: I learned the language, became a Quran reciter, went Salafi-style, took an Arabic nickname. But, no matter what, I couldn't escape my American-ness and become part of the Master Race of the Ummah.