Living With FOM

Muslim women all dressed up with nowhere to go.

Some people have FOMO, which means Fear Of Missing Out, which I don't have because there is nothing worth having that I might miss out on by not attending, or listening, or watching anything. Instead, I have a shortened version called FOM, which means Fear Of Muslims. (I know they are vastly different conditions but I'm playing with the fact that they share the first three letters.)

Why do I fear Muslims, you ask? Mostly because they are evil, sick and twisted. They espouse the murder of every Jew on the planet. They throw gays off rooftops and chop the hands off of thieves and run over their own daughters in their own damn driveway if they engage in sex before marriage. (That actually happened in Maryland a few years ago.)

They wear sheets and towels and curtains as clothing and make their women cover their heads, faces, arms, and sometimes their entire bodies when out in public. They don't allow women to drive cars, let alone leave the house. They don't permit women to attend school and become educated. 

The misguided and dense Democrat New Yorkers, including the Jewish ones who buy bagels at Zabar's on the Upper West Side, just elected one of them to be their mayor. During his campaign he vowed to arrest Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu if he ever sets foot in that city. And on his first day in office (yesterday) he repealed a long-standing city law banning the boycotting of Israeli products. (I hope he doesn't rely on Waze, formerly FreeMap Israel, when he's lost somewhere in the Bronx or Staten Island, since it was made by an Israeli software company.)

I could go on I'm already worried this post will be "unpublished" by the bots at Blogger who probably also have FOM -- who doesn't?