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Sunday, December 25, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
The Wizard of Oz Revealed
The Wizard of Oz is by no means a childs movie, though one might be distracted by the munchkins.
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Thursday, December 15, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
PROOF POSITIVE THERE WAS NO HANGING PERSON IN THE WIZARD OF OZ
This video was made to prove positive that HANGING MUNCHKINS video is a FAKE. This is a 1985 VHS video of the WIZARD OF OZ. This video is one year older than HANGING MUNCHKINS. It shows a BIRD not a person HANGING. This video was made before the 50th Anniversary edition. And all videos made before 1989, have the scenes from Kansas in BLACK and WHITE not in SEPIA TONE like they do now. This is proof positive that this video is PRE-1989!
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Wednesday, December 7, 2011
If I Only Had a Heart
I know you probably have heard of the movie,
"The Wizard of Oz" right? Well, for those of you,
who have somehow managed to miss this movie,
let me give you a brief description of it.
A young lady named Dorothy is upset with her
home life and decides to run away. But before
she can get very far, a tornado strikes. Her
entire house flies away in the cyclone. She
lands in a land called Oz.
Now, all of a sudden, Dorothy wants to get home.
When she was home, she wanted to run away. Isn't
that just like us? We are never happy.
Anyway, she learns that the only person who
could help her get home is The Wizard and he
lives in Emerald City (am I confusing The Wizard
of Oz with The Wiz?)
Nevertheless, on her journey to meet
The Wizard, she meets a scarecrow,
a tin man and a lion, each of who decides
to join her on her journey to meet The Wizard.
They figured if he was going to do something
for her, then perhaps he could do something
for them too.
See the scarecrow needed a brain. The tin man
needed a heart and the lion needed courage.
They figured The Wizard would be able to give
them what they needed.
They take you through this long journey through
The Land of Oz, where it becomes apparent to
everyone except the individual that he already
has exactly what he is looking for but he doesn't
believe he has it.
The scarecrow, who believed he didn't have
a brain, was the one who came up with all
the ideas and was able to defeat The Wicked
Witch of the West (or was it East?)
The tin man was so sensitive and cried so
much that everyone but him could tell he
had a heart of gold and the lion, defended
and defeated everyone who came in their path.
He, too, had what he was looking for--courage.
I tell this story because I was watching it
the other day with Erica and Eli and it reminded
me about how so many of us are today.
We settle for anything and everything because
we believe we do not have what it takes to be
successful. We believe we are not skilled,
or smart enough, or strong enough to get the
job done. Yet, if we were to ask others, people
who know us well, what they thought we were good
at, they could run off an entire list of things
that we can do well. And, when we hear the list
of things that others think we excel at, we
deny it. We say, "No, not me. I couldn't do that.
For real? You think so?" We find it hard to believe.
So we continue to search for The Wizard.
And when we find him, we discover that he
is just a nice, old man standing behind
curtains working a Wizard machine and that
everything we ever needed was right inside
of us all along.
What are you seeking that appears to be
out of reach?
What do you desire for your life?
What do you really wish to do but feel
you do not have what it takes to accomplish it?
Chances are you do have it. You already have
all that you will ever need to be the person
you desire to be. All it takes is for you to
recognize it, claim it, and visualize your
way to success.
See, in the movie The Wizard of Oz it wasn't
until The Wizard, or nice, old man behind
the curtains gave the scarecrow a piece of paper,
the tin man a golden locket, and the lion a medal
of honor, that they started to believe in themselves.
Are you that person who needs a picture-framed
diploma hanging around your office before you
believe you have what it takes?
Then make one up yourself.
You have a computer. You can put together a
certificate. Make it say whatever you want
it to say. Say something like, "I, Dawn Fields,
am certified to Do, Be and Have ANYTHING I desire.
I am fully capable and able to do whatever it
is that I wish to do with my life--RIGHT NOW,
in this VERY moment. So long as I invite the
God that is within to go along for the ride."
Now go out and be the best that you can be.
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Friday, December 2, 2011
Cinderella Slipper Jewellery Box
Cinderella is a popular Christmas pantomime. It's a heart-warming tale where the handsome prince whisks the girl off her feet and saves her from her evil stepmother and the ugly sisters. There's a lot of fun with Buttons and all the 'He's behind you' traditions of a Christmas panto.
Cinderella of course looses her Glass Slipper, which is how her handsome prince eventually finds her. Every would-be princess should have one of these cute Cinderella slipper jewellery boxes, however this one is made from card and plastic not glass.
All you will need is:
Thin card, A clear round plastic bottle, paint, glue, pegs, Selotape and fur fabric. Don't forget to print out the pattern for the pieces (the link below will take you to the pattern that you can print out).
Cut out the pattern pieces
To begin, the main part of the slippers needs to be cut out. Fold the piece of card in half and draw around the pattern piece with the 'toe' of the pattern on the fold of the card so that the main piece turns out to be a long symmetrical piece. Join this piece in a loop with some selotape at the heel. Curve the toe and heel as necessary to form a shoe shape. Curve the toe end and cut out a slipper sole from card using the pattern and score the fold marks. Now fold them. These folds allow the sole to fit around the shaping of the main part.
Put the sole in place on the bottom of the slipper and hold it in place with some selotape.
Cover the outside of the slipper with one layer of paper mache, to give the slipper a nice surface to paint. Once the paper mache is dry, paint the slipper in the desired colour.
Cut out a second main part, but this time put the heel on the fold. Cut out this piece to be slightly smaller all around.
Stick this main part onto a piece of fur fabric which is 1cm larger than the card all round, except at the heel shaping. Put some glue on the over hanging fabric and bend it over the card and stick it on the other side of the card. Use pegs to hold it in place until the glue dries.
Cut out a second card sole (again cut out this piece to be slightly smaller all around) and cover one side of it in fur fabric as you did for the main part.
When the glue is dry remove all the pegs. Glue the fur sole inside the slipper at the bottom. Then curve the fur main around and glue it in place inside the slipper.
To make the top of Cinderella's slipper cut out a top piece in card and paint one side the same colour as the base. Cut out two more slightly smaller top pieces. Cover one with fur fabric as you did with the other slipper parts and leave it to dry.
Cut the top and bottom of a clear round fizzy drinks bottle and cut up the middle so that the bottle opens out flat. Wash and dry the bottle. Selotape the slipper upper to the plastic and cut it out.
Glue the marked part (Sticking Edge) of the slipper upper so that it curves round and sticks to the underside of the painted top. Use bits of Selotape to hold the plastic in place until the glue dries. Stick the third top piece over the selotape and bottle bits. Hold in place with pegs.
Finally, stick the fur-covered top on the underside of the top piece with the plastic. This is now the lid to the Cinderella jewellery box.
You could make the slipper all from card and cover it in red glitter to make a ruby slipper from the Wizard of Oz.
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Monday, November 28, 2011
Celeb Watch: 'Wizard of Oz' Munchkin Land
USA TODAY reporter Will Keck brings back memories by returning to Munchkin Land in this interview with the Munchkins of 'The Wizard of Oz.' For the full story, go to celebwatch.usatoday.com.
Friday, November 25, 2011
October's Magic - Nostalgic Reminiscing
October will cast a spell on you, if you let it. Its magic lies in the fact that within it dwells the most "bewitching" holiday, and it is, I think, the premier month in nature's most brilliant and colorful season. And in all honesty, I must admit that its magic, for me at least, finds its root in childhood memories, experiences and perceptions that continue to cast their "spell" on me to this day. Although September holds the "official" first day of autumn in its grasp, for me it's simply a month of transition between summers's broiling temperatures and fall's cooler color-splashed days. It's not until October that my heart tells me that fall is truly official. Its' colorful splendor having saturated the mountains, has begun seeping down into the valleys as well, and arriving with it too, the season of "haunting". Summer's long days of searing heat are becoming mere memories, replaced with the chillier days and frostier nights of autumn, the harbingers of the upcoming winter, with its' prospect of skies teeming with snowflakes depositing copious amounts of snow. And the days have become much shorter, the nighttime arriving earlier, giving darkness greater rule to reign over October's eerie and unearthly ambiance, if only in our imaginations, and provide the cover needed by any spooks, hobgoblins or phantoms that wander or haunt on Halloween night.
By October, in Utah, Mother Nature has begun changing from head to toe from her summer garment of majestic green leaves into a more festive array of colors from her autumn wardrobe. Dressing appropriately for the Halloween holiday, and complimenting the scary and ghoulish adornments found on and around many homes, she has started decorating herself from tree to tree in flaming hell-fire reds, glowing jack-o-lantern oranges and luminescent full-moon yellows wherever you look during this season of seasons. And then gradually as the month progresses, October's ghost winds coax many of these colorful gems from off the trees, covering the ground with a crisp, crackling multi-colored blanket, so by All Hallows Eve the many skeletal branches from which they've fallen are raising themselves to the sky to mourn and lament their loss.
October's leafy, brightly colored tapestry, appropriately gloomy after dark, and the months haunted happenings and rustic atmosphere, whether during the crisp fall days or crispier nights, whether in memory or real-time, have always been magical to me. I loved them as a child and I still love them today. Autumn cornfields ready for harvest still make me think of scarecrows. Shiny orange pumpkins bring to mind the flickering candlelit faces of freshly carved jack-o-lanterns, and deserted or isolated places in a fall setting remind me of the haunted attractions that drew me in each year as a youth.
"The Old Mill" was one such place. It had a definite air of mystery about it and still sticks in my memory more than 35 years later. It became known as "The 'Haunted' Old Mill" each October in our local community. And being as it was located off by itself, with nothing nearby, at least not anything earthly, and was nestled right near the canyons in the shadow of the mountains, surrounded by only woods with gnarled trees, obviously very old and abandoned, it's outer stone structure crumbling, you definitely believed it. In these creepy darkened surroundings, while a loud speaker played a sinister soundtrack from the old mill's lonely tower, willing victims waited in line literally for hours. But it was a small price to pay for the thrill that awaited you inside; in fact it was half the fun, probably more than half. However, with age I found myself more partial to "haunted forests" rather than haunted old mills, where only the dim orange glow of lanterns, hung on dark and dismal branches, guide you down shadowed paths to whatever awaits. Yet the purpose and effect are the same, to enjoy the season and free oneself from the mundane and everyday for awhile, to be a kid again.
It's funny how things you come to love as a child often stick with you, especially when related to a season or holiday. Like my love of the Charlie Brown holiday classics. Each October I had to sit in front of the television set and watch as poor Charlie was the outcast again for yet another year. As if it would ever change. And once again Linus, and poor gullible Sally, were spending Halloween night alone in the cold night air, missing all the fun, just waiting under the moon in what Linus hoped was the world's most "sincere" pumpkin patch so they'd receive loads of presents from the Great Pumpkin (and all these years I thought it was Santa!). And of course, Charlie Brown was missing out on all the fun too, even though he'd gone to the festivities. He didn't have the excuse that he'd missed the fun because he'd bought into and was fooled by the Great Pumpkin scam (don't tell Linus I said that!). The poor kid just couldn't get a break. He set himself up for the most tragic night of trick-or-treating ever by clumsily cutting so many eyeholes in his sheet that everybody in town knew who was underneath that particular ghost costume. Going to each door in his "holey" sheet and yelling "trick or treat" was like saying, "Hi, I'm Charlie Brown and I'm a blockhead! I know you must have all kinds of sweets and delicious candy inside, but could I have a rock please?" And he got them too, door after door after door.
Then later, at the Halloween party, Charlie was on the receiving end again, being teased by his classmates, the back of his bald head used as a pattern for a Jack-o-lantern. No one was willing, I guess, to show the kid who'd collected enough rocks trick-or-treating that night to start his own rock quarry a bit of sympathy. And yet he took it all in his stride, just as he seemed to take all the difficulties that were heaped on him. Sure he got discouraged, but in the end he kept going forward with his chin up. I can only assume that my favorite cartoon kid grew up into adulthood somewhere in the land where cartoons live, happy and healthy, stronger for the trials he endured. At least that's my hope. But even if Charlie Brown has fully grown up, I must admit that I myself haven't yet, because I still try to watch "It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown" each October. It's become sort of a Halloween tradition for me. There's something about Charlie as the underdog that I can relate to, and for me his Halloween adventures are part of October's magic. And establishing traditions, whether it be watching a favorite seasonal show or going to your favorite haunted forest, or both, can help you fall under October's spell and remain attuned to the child within you. And really, not fully growing up is exactly the point; in one sense we should all remain kids. We need to keep in touch with that part of ourselves that can relax, appreciate, make believe and have fun. October is a great time of year to do just that.
I have many fond autumn memories from this extraordinary month, the time of year where I find myself getting most nostalgic. Old memories as a boy: like the family tradition we had of taking yearly trips to the local canyons in the nearby Wasatch Mountains, when from our home in the valley they no longer appeared as much green as they did red, orange and yellow. I'd go with my mother, two brothers, and sometimes a friend or two, to bask in nature's delightful parade of colors as they marched down the mountainsides, spilling down the steep slopes, often into a gurgling creek below. The only sounds, the bubbling and splashing of the stream water, the hushed murmuring of the breeze in the trees, and the most overwhelming sound of all: a profound quiet and stillness, a peace and serenity that was as wonderful to your ears as were the colors to your eyes. Or like the simple pleasure I remember of shuffling my feet or riding my bike through piles of fallen leaves in the streets of my childhood neighborhoods. I can still hear the crackle and crunch sounds they made under foot or bike wheel. And I recall how the leaves sometimes fell in torrents, like the sky was raining leaves, on the tree-lined streets in a good breeze. And I've never forgotten that captivating smoky burnt-leaf smell that always seemed to start hanging in the air each mid to late October, telling me mom would soon be taking us to the store to buy delicious candy apples, pumpkins for carving, and of course any candy or costumes needed for trick or treating, each kid's night of nights.
And then there are of course the new autumn memories I have as a man. Like the special memories of quiet fall evenings alone with my wife, in our backyard, simply raking up and bagging leaves together from our own trees, and finding it not work but a joy, well mostly. Or the times of going with my wife to one of our favorite locales each year at harvest time, exploring hand in hand retail shops and grounds festively decorated in autumn accents with a scarecrow or witch theme in order to celebrate fall and the Halloween season. And of course I have recollections of decorating our own home and yard for the holiday. Taking the time each October to replace our white porch lights with the proper black and orange ones, put out our large plastic jack-o-lantern, wrap Halloween garland around the light post, stake into the ground our friendly, not scary (my wife's idea), scarecrow, and hang our skeleton, Ol "I shouldn't a done it" Joe, by the neck from the tree in our front yard. And I'd be remiss if I failed to mention that my wife also costumes appropriately her plaster mother and baby goose yard statues as well. This year they're witches! And lastly, there are the memories of a family tradition we started a few years back where our grown children, and now grandchildren, gather at our home each October for an annual pumpkin carving party. Choosing from a myriad of frightful designs and gruesome patterns from pumpkin carving kits we purchase, we all gather round the table with our intricate cutting tools and carve our best, then when finished we have a special lighting ceremony with all the jack-o-lanterns glowing collectively in the dark, enjoying together the ghostly imagery and flickering orange candlelight. Then everyone returns to their homes taking with them their newly carved treasures.
Yet, for all the charm and enchantment that is October, part of its magic lies beyond the scope of the month itself. October and Halloween have served as a springboard since my childhood as the first in a queue of my favorite times and holidays. Growing up, although school was back in session, the three months of October through December were nearly as good as the three months off from school we had each summer. Halloween's candy-filled night, with October's colorful landscape by day and spooky atmosphere after dark, were soon followed by November's festive family gatherings and Thanksgiving, with it's delectable aromas and food-filled tables, and then December's joyous Christmas season, with colored lights sparkling, carols playing, and hopefully, snow falling, and its' promise of presents on Christmas morning. October was like the front of a long train, the train's engine, pulling car after car filled with wonderful surprises and gifts and the train's caboose didn't show up until January. There was always plenty of good reasons for a young boy to be in a perpetual state of wonderment and awe during that time of year. And that wonderment and awe of youth has been rekindled in me to a degree every year since. I believe all "grown-ups" can tap into the exuberance and excitement of their youth during this time of year with the right frame of mind, and those that do have much more fun.
October's falling leaves and cool nights, with the festivities and decorations of Halloween dotting the autumn landscape, strike a deep chord in me from my boyhood, when things were simpler. When my biggest worry was standing up to a school bully, and my imagination, my hopes and dreams, were less encumbered, free to more fully envelop and nurture the inherent wonders and possibilities of the seasons and holidays. Even today, as then, in my mind's eye cackling witches slice through the sky on their broomsticks, moaning mummies stumble along through the graveyard and hungry werewolves prowl the nearby woods and fields looking for someone unaware each October. Even today, as then, autumn's color change leaves me breathless, awestruck by its beauty.
Like magic, this time of year produces a wonderful change inside of me, or it does if I can let go of some of my stress and worries and just ride the wave of nostalgia, letting the fun and beauty of the season take over. It can produce changes inside me just as readily as it produces changes outside in nature. October is a month to appreciate the magnificence and beauty of creation all around us, and to exercise our imaginations, to nourish fantasy. If you do these simple things, it can indeed be magical.
Once a year, every October, we're granted a chance to get back in touch with the kid that still lurks inside us somewhere, to take an emotional and mental break, to escape just a little, from the responsibilities that have weighed upon our shoulders since we arrived into adulthood. It's a chance to be childlike in our marveling and astonishment at Mother Nature's complex, yet simple, beauty as she colors, then sheds, her leaves. It's a time to get caught up, in kid-like fashion, in the enjoyment of the festivities and decorations of the season. And it's an opportunity to allow ourselves to be frightened by the monsters of myth and legend from the past, which is a lot more fun than being terrorized by the monsters of the present we all face every day, like crime, unemployment, a poor economy, war, or terrorism, just to name a few.
There's a wealth of opportunity out there to enjoy, yet you need not take advantage of it all. Visiting a haunted old mill or forest may not be your thing, but you might like watching scary movies, or other favorite seasonal shows at home. Maybe you're not wild about the idea of decorating up your own home and yard, yet you appreciate Halloween's seasonal decor in the shops and homes around you. Unlike some people I don't personally enjoy costume parties, yet you might like attending them whenever you can. Or maybe you just like to enjoy Mother Nature's unequaled decoration, and watch the eyes of children light up as you toss candy into their plastic pumpkins on Halloween night.
Whether you like it all and find yourself participating in everything, or embrace only some of it, what's really important is having the right mindset. It will lead you to enjoy October's magic in your own way. Recall some of the lightheartedness of your youth. Imagine. Try taking a walk one cool and moonlit October night when the trees are nothing much more than bones silhouetted against the night, their leafy flesh decomposing on the ground, crackling beneath your feet. If you pay close attention, I'll bet you can see the bats scatter and fly across the face of the moon, see watchful yellow eyes blinking in the dark as owls' hoot in the trees, wisely warning you to beware. Listening closely you're bound to hear a blood-curdling scream of terror mingling with a menacing and delighted laugh off in the distance. And was that the sound of furtive footsteps skulking nearby? Walk and enjoy the fantasy, but don't spare frequent glances over your shoulder, something may be following you.
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Monday, November 21, 2011
Wizard of Oz 2011: Hanging Munchkin Found on VHS Tape
This clip is a direct capture from a 1980's VHS tape of the Wizard of Oz bought as part of a video lot from a collector. Unlike the alleged digitally altered DVD version (also screening on this channel) the sequence where Dorothy and the others enter the forest can be seen in its unedited version. Although the image is grainy and suffers from slight jittering you can see in the background what can only be described as a hanging figure. There have been many attempts to debunk this 'urban myth' but here for the first time is what appears to be evidence to the contrary.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Saudi Arabia's Role in Anti-American Terrorism
The latest public relations missive from Riyadh complains bitterly that alarmist Americans "have gotten out of control" with accusations that Saudi Arabia supports terrorism. But there is good reason to state the opposite: That we ignore to our peril the degree to which the Saudis spread extremist anti-Americanism. It is particularly unsettling that the Saudis stoke such sentiments here, in our own country. They do this by funding American outposts of the intolerant, militant Wahhabi form of Islam.
The Saudis have poured an astonishing sum of money into this effort. Reza F. Safa, author of Inside Islam, estimated that since 1973, the Saudi government has spent some billion to promote Wahhabism in the United States and the Western Hemisphere.
In some ways, such largesse is to be expected from the Al-Saud. This old bellicose tribe - the only ruling family in the world with the audacity to name a country after itself - owes much to Wahhabism.
The Saudi regime first came to power via an 18th century alliance between two Muhammads: ibn Saud and ibn al Wahhab. Together, the Al-Saud and the Wahhabis commanded armies that vanquished Arabia. They pledged to form a nation based on the principles of Islam. In 1932, an Al-Saud warlord, Abdul Aziz, fulfilled his ancestor's dream; he declared himself sovereign of his own newly conquered territories, which he named the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Abdul Aziz adopted the Islamic holy book, the Koran, as his nation's constitution.
To this day, the official constitution of Saudi Arabia remains the Koran. Saudi officials affirm that their government functions "in total adherence to the Islamic religion."
This might be little more than a political curiosity if not for two factors. First, that a geological twist of fate gave Saudi Arabia considerable prominence in world economic affairs. Secondly - and significantly - Islam is not content to coexist peacefully with other faiths or systems of government.
Says Bernard Lewis, widely recognized as the foremost Western scholar on Islam: "In time, in the Muslim view, all mankind will accept Islam or submit to Islamic rule."
Hence, while Saudi contributions toward American Islam are not surprising, they are deeply worrisome.
Of that billion religious propaganda budget, the Saudis have allocated considerable line-item space toward institutions that mold minds in the model of Wahhabism.
The most malleable minds belong to children. An estimated 30,000 of them attend Saudi-funded Wahhabi day schools.
In America, parochial schools have long been noted for their high educational standards. But Wahhabi schools do not emulate other American church-based nativities of faith and knowledge; nor do they follow the American model of rigorous intellectual inquiry.
The Islamic Saudi Academy (ISA) in Northern Virginia forthrightly states that even though it exists on U.S. soil, it is "subject to the government of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia."
Students at ISA are not required to study U.S. history or government. They do, however, receive instruction in Wahhabism.
Outsiders are not permitted to observe Wahhabism lessons or any other classes at ISA. But early this year, students at the academy told two Washington Post reporters some of the things they learn at school. Among other things, students discover the intricacies of Judgment Day.
One event on that formidable day will be that Muslims will fight and kill Jews. The cowardly Jews will seek refuge behind trees. Much like the trees in the forest scene from the Wizard of Oz, these trees will become animated and aggressive. They will call out to the righteous: "Oh Muslim, Oh servant of God, here is a Jew hiding behind me. Come here and kill him."
Students also said they are taught "it is better to shun and even to dislike Christians, Jews and Shiite Muslims." Furthermore, students learn, it is okay to hurt or steal from a non-Muslim.
The Saudi-supplied textbooks at this and other Wahhabi schools state that Muslims are obliged to consider all infidels the enemy. Certain enemies are not even acknowledged in geography class. Wahhabi schools in America are notorious for doctoring maps of the Middle East, and hanging them in classrooms - with Israel blotted out.
Such is the curriculum of education-minded Saudis.
And what of the Saudis' contributions toward American mosques?
According to Safa, the Saudis have funded more than 80 percent of the mosques built in the United States within the last 20 years. The newcomers do not embrace the American religious community's spirit of inter-faith cooperation. They are distinctly isolationist. This attitude came to light as early as the 1990's, when Wahhabi mosques in America refused to accept help from local churches wanting to donate food to Bosnian Muslims. Apparently Wahhabis will not work with infidels, even if the purpose is to help other Muslims.
The Saudis, meanwhile, have directed considerable outreach toward the American Black Muslim community.
In one effort to showcase the bounties of Wahhabism to this target audience, the Saudis' enfeebled King Fahd pledged as much as million for a lavish mosque in shabby South Central Los Angeles. The Saudis' Islamic Development Bank pledged an additional 5,000 for a school attached to the mosque.
From the Saudi perspective, this and other similar contributions are less an expense than an investment. According to Safa, as much as 90 percent of American converts to Islam are black. According to some estimates, if the conversion rate continues, Islam could emerge as a dominant religion among urban blacks.
This is a trend worth watching. Many of America's black Muslims have harshly criticized America, and have deemed it an "immoral society." Increasingly, black Muslims oppose U.S. foreign policy in the Middle East, and are adopting a Saudi-influenced view of Arab-Israeli relations.
Other Wahhabis in the U.S. advocate a Saudi-style approach to American government. Insightful Saudi-watcher Daniel Pipes reports that significant elements within American Islam seek to replace our Constitution with the Koran. A ludicrous fantasy, to be sure; but one that offers a glimpse of Wahhabi dreams for America.
Far more troubling is the ease with which the Wahhabis use religion as a means to express and stoke violent impulses. Indeed, in the days leading up to Christmas, the Wahhabi on-line magazine Al-Islam published this religious passage from the Koran: Against them make ready your strength to the utmost of your power, including steeds of war, to strike terror into (the hearts of) the enemies.... A particularly resonant selection, given the events of September 2001.
In the aftermath of those appalling attacks, Federal officials formed Operation Green Quest, aimed at tracing the money trail to Islamic terrorism. In the course of their investigation, agents raided more than a dozen Saudi-funded organizations, such as the Graduate School of Islamic and Social Sciences in Leesburg, Virginia.
Investigators are still working to unravel the complicated network of financial ties between the various organizations and their charities.
One targeted group, the SAAR Foundation, had links to the Muslim Brotherhood, which is being investigated by European and Middle Eastern governments for ties to terrorist organizations, including the Palestinian Hamas. Among its many other activities, SAAR, which is now officially disbanded, helped fund a Tampa, Florida-based group suspected of having ties to the terrorist Palestinian Islamic Jihad.
"It's like peeling an onion," said an intelligence officer familiar with Operation Green Quest. "There's always another layer."
The organizations and their Saudi enablers proclaim both innocence and ignorance. "To hear them tell it," the intelligence officer says, "they're just a bunch of well-meaning religious folks."
As in the days of old, though, when the two Mohammads acquired territory and power via jihad, Wahhabis are as much about politics as they are about religion.
Former CIA Director James Woolsey told Congress: "One analogue for Wahhabism's political influence today might be the extremely angry form taken by much of German nationalism in the period after World War I." The former spy chief acknowledged that not all extremists of the day became Nazis. But, he added: "Just as angry and extreme German nationalism of that period was the soil in which Nazism grew, Wahhabi Islamist extremism today is the soil in which al Qaeda and its sister terrorist organizations are growing."
Much of that soil is spread across the United States. It hosts a nascent Wahhabi Fifth Column.
Political commentator William Kristol couches the Saudi's export of Wahhabism - via its funding of schools, mosques and think tanks in America - as "a clear and present danger to the United States and its citizens."
America must respond aggressively to that threat. Rather than accept continued transparent professions of innocence, Americans must insist that the Saudis immediately stop funding Wahhabi schools, mosques, charities and think tanks in this country. We can no longer tolerate such an overt onslaught on our national values.
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