Mark Steyn reflecting on the death of Ricardo Montalban this week remembers an odd bit of history:
A few decades back, a young middle-class Egyptian spending some time in the U.S. had the misfortune to be invited to a dance one weekend and was horrified at what he witnessed:
“The room convulsed with the feverish music from the gramophone. Dancing naked legs filled the hall, arms draped around the waists, chests met chests, lips met lips . . .”
Where was this den of debauchery? Studio 54 in the 1970s? Haight-Ashbury in the summer of love? No, the throbbing pulsating sewer of sin was Greeley, Colo., in 1949. As it happens, Greeley, Colo., in 1949 was a dry town. The dance was a church social. And the feverish music was “Baby, It’s Cold Outside,” written by Frank Loesser and sung by Esther Williams and Ricardo Montalban in the film “Neptune’s Daughter.” Revolted by the experience, Sayyid Qutb decided that America (and modernity in general) was an abomination, returned to Egypt, became the leading intellectual muscle in the Muslim Brotherhood, and set off a chain that led from Qutb to Zawahiri to bin Laden to the Hindu Kush to the Balkans to 9/11.
You think that’s odd, remember the banning of Barbie or the assertion that Pokemon is a Zionist conspiracy?
This bunch of lunatics are living proof that all cultures and civilizations are not equal. Their every waking moment is one big Nelson.
And this is just the stupid stuff, not the Burkas or the honor killings or the killing or imprisonment of gays, ( but not in Iran as they don’t exist there) or the religious police making girls burn to death et/al. Yet that is the crowd that the left chooses to embrace over a pluralistic Israel.
Amazing!
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