Number 4. New York Post. Prepping for Muslim prayer, Dunkin’ employee bathes feet in food prep sink.
Commuters on the Staten Island Ferry got more than they paid for last week when they went for an on-board donut and coffee at Dunkin’.
An employee, ever faithful to what he probably sincerely believed would gain favor in the eyes of Allah, was careful to bathe his feet before prayer.
Unfortunately, Mayor Zohran Mamdani, or whoever runs the Staten Island Ferry these days, has not yet seen fit to install wudu stations on the watercraft. Our faithful man, intent on following the letter of the law, used the only practical option available to him.
He used the sink in the counter of the food preparation line provided by his employer, the donut chain. Unfortunately, he was in the line of sight of customers, many of whom were apparently not People of the Book, but who were armed with smartphones.
The video went viral on TikTok before the ferry docked.
I would be fairly surprised if there were not an executive order—or whatever New Yorkers call it when a Mayor deems immediate action is needed—requiring the placement of foot washing stations on the ferries.
Back in the day, maybe 1996, I paid 50 cents to ride the ferry past the Green Lady Holding the Torch. With the Twin Towers dominating the skyline at that time, it was pretty impressive. I suppose one could render what the Lady said as, “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to cleanse their wretched feet…”
But, actually, she did NOT say that.
As for the commuters, I am sure that seeing the guy who rustles up the donuts washing his feet in the sink right next to your order of small glazed and coffee would also be impressive, in its own sort of way.
Number 3. RedState. American Girl Scout troops add badges for Islamic accomplishments.
Yes, this was inevitable, just as the next rung on the ladder will also be inevitable.
Certain local Girl Scout troops—not the official organization, mind you—have added Muslim badges to their panoply of celebrations for accomplishments. Badges are awarded for Muslim prayer, Ramadan observance, mosque visits, hijab instruction, and certain “Ramadan lock-in” events, which sounds kind of fun.
In most cases, but presumably not all, the troops involved are sponsored by local mosques.
The badge requirements are spelled out, not by Girl Scout USA, but rather by the National Islamic Committee on Girl Scouting (NICGS).
Oh… there’s a committee? It must therefore be legit.
Badges require various accomplishments for girls who are Daisies, Brownies, Juniors and Cadette. Some include:
Demonstrate how to make wadhu.
Recite Surah-al-Fatifah in Arabic.
Explain two rakah of Salah.
Name the five daily Salahs and what time of day they must be performed.
As you can guess, I have no idea what any of those mean. But there is an unspecified number of young American ladies-in-training who are learning them as you read this. One of these days, they will trade their cute GSUSA uniforms for anonymous black chadors with eye slits or face netting. And then submit, for the rest of their lives, to their husbands. According the word of the Prophet.
I wonder if they get badges for decorating certain types of vests? This article doesn’t say.
So… not to put too fine a point on it, but: We can accept this for girls, but we cannot have Boy Scouts USA? Where they learn outdoor survival, fishing, or bowhunting?
Someday, if boys are included in mosque-led scouting events, will they learn how to treat infidel women who REFUSE to wear the chador? I’m just asking.
Earlier this month, tornadoes tore through the Chicago metropolitan area. Some 38,000 homes in nearby Gary, Indiana, were left without power.
Here in flyover country, we are not unaccustomed to losing electricity due to a storm. On rare occasions (VERY rare—it happened once in 2005), the power may be off for as much as three days. Long enough to thaw out the frozen steaks and grill them before they are lost.
When the heroes show up in the service trucks with the cherry pickers, we all breathe a sigh of relief, welcome them with smiles, and offer coffee or leftover chicken salad sandwiches or something.
But that’s here.
In Gary, Indiana, residents shoot at those workers. Bullet holes and shattered windshields now adorn company vehicles.
Which goes a long way toward explaining why the power is still off in Gary after two weeks.
Sometimes, you observe a behavior that is completely—I mean COMPLETELY—outside your realm of expectation. You are left speechless, with knitted brow.
Eventually, you might be able to verbalize: Why in the world did he do THAT?
This is too perplexing. Let’s move on.
Speaking of Darwin awards, a pair of workers cleared brush in Minnesota. One was on the ground, the other in the cab of a hydraulic grapple. The grapple was used to lift large quantities of brush, or even whole trees, and place them where they could be disposed.
Every job has its fun moments, and this one came when the machine operator noticed shadows on the ground, cast by the movement of the hydraulic arm and the teeth of the grapple.
It should be noted the teeth of this machine are maybe three feet long, curved, probably weigh fifty pounds each, and are easily capable of lifting a car.
In the cab, Joe-Bob (not his real name, at least I hope not), got to jockeying the crane-supported hydraulic arm to show a shadow in the forest grabbing his buddy Dooley (again, not real) by the head. Unfortunately for Dooley, Joe-Bob made the shadow by actually seizing Dooley with the pincers.
And that was that.
The only real good part of the story is that the shadow on the ground did not duplicate the copious quantities of blood that appeared.
The bad part is that there is now one dead body, presumably bound for a closed-casket funeral, and another facing manslaughter charges.
I wonder if the grapple training had explicitly said, “Don’t horse around with the grapple to make shadows on the ground.” I mean, if it had SAID that, maybe Joe-Bob would have gotten the message.
It used to be you could buy antifreeze, and the warning label said something like, don’t mix this with your motor oil. These days, it says, don’t drink it.
But, I digress.
Have a good weekend!
