The Color Club
(Click here for full sized image)
There's been a major storm the past few days over at Dean's World. It started with my friend, blog proprietor Dean Esmay, drawing a line in the sand— or more like nailing his
I like Dean. I like him a lot. I've been hanging out at Dean's World daily for a good four and a half years now. It's the first place I go after checking my own blog, when I sit down at my computer with a cup of coffee after breakfast every morning. I first discovered the blogosphere through Dean's World, which nowadays deservedly ranks up in the Top 30 Blogs on the Internet.
Nonetheless. As any of us who know and love Dean can attest, these, ummmm, storms break out on Dean's World every few months, and they are not entirely unrelated to the personality of the proprietor. The present tempest has raged more violently than most, and has left more wreckage in its wake than any DW storm I can remember. Two of Dean's
I dunno. I'm not even a liberal like Dean, I'm a conservative, and I don't much care for loyalty oaths or litmus tests. Chalk it up to the softcore grassroots anarchist in me. Not that I'm about to hand in my DW commenter's account, though anyone who's known me over the years at DW has doubtless noticed that this past year and a half, I no longer comment there as often, or at as much length, as I used to back in the days when I was an active, nigh-daily DW commenter. There are reasons for this, which Dean knows, and which I also discuss over at IndustrialBlog where IB Bill explains why he's handing in his keys to DW after all these years. We love you, Dean, but as the old saying goes, "The spirit is willing, but the flesh can only take so much."
On the issue at hand— Islam and Islamophobia... my attitudes regarding Islam (and other world religions) were formed 30 years ago and more. Before the War on Terror. Before
When I was a youngster, there was a kid in our neighborhood who was often something of a stormy petrel in his relationships with others. At one point he invited all the neighbor kids to join his "Apollo Club" (this was back in the days of the Apollo moon missions). Many of them soon ended up alienated and disaffected from his Apollo Club, for the usual reasons. So after letting the dust settle, he came back to us all with a new offer: "Hey! Come on, I've got a new club! It's called the Color Club. Now you can come back and join my Color Club!"
We love you, Dean. Stand firm against Islamophobia! (Though I don't know about the idea of a litmus test.) And I don't know what I'd do over my first cup of coffee in the morning, without Dean's World. But please, please, please, beware the Color Club. Beware the route that leads to the Color Club!
(graphics courtesy of my brother Steven, who is a longtime DW lurker)