More Funny Muslims, Please
After 9/11, there were two kinds of Americans—media nebbishes who would agonize, “Why do they hate us?” and the rest of us, who would just shake our heads and ask, “What the f*ck is wrong with those people?” I’ve been a member of the latter group since oh, mid-August of 1990, when I visited the Middle East for the first and last time until someone deploys or abducts me. Sure I love world travel, but I’m no masochist. I’m not...