For your further edification, I’ve provided a helpful translation to what she’s really saying ...
We used to be rude to every immigrant that came to Canada, with the result that most of them got their acts together and assimilated.
And we called them super funny names like wop and gook and paki but nobody got mad.
Only recently have we begun telling immigrants to maintain their own traditions, and the result is a dead Muslim girl.
Happy now? This is what happens when the scary brown people move in. I told you but did you listen? Nooooooooo. Well don’t come crying to me now.
If Muslims feel "torn between their new home and their old one", they should go back to the old one. Am I stopping them?
I’ll help pack! Anything to get you to go back to Crapistan ...
If they are wearing "traditional garb" but "don't necessarily want to do so" -- their "masters" will soon come around when we start shunning them everywhere they go. Or they'll go back where they came from (see above). It's a win-win. Especially if it means I can get an English speaking cabbie who actually knows his way around Toronto.
And they play really weird music in their cabs and they smell funny and they get all pissed off when I call them “Akbar” - what? That's not their name? Did I mention this all about me? I did? Good.
What really drives Muslims to radicalism are the weekly Saudi-sponsored sermons they get at their Canadian and US mosques, not me refusing to take a cab driven by a Muslim once a year or giving someone a dirty look.
Because I give people dirty looks all the time and no one has strangled me yet.
I really don't care about anybody's hurt feelings, let alone those of a bunch of unassimilated troublemakers.
The assimilated ones – well, that’s a different story all together.
My feelings have been hurt since around 10:30 AM, September 11, 2001 and they haven't knocked themselves out to make me feel any damn better.
Me, me, me ... I, I, I ...
Shunning is a nice old fashioned conservative idea. The trouble with Canadian conservatives is how many of them are really liberals.
And that makes them worse than the scary brown people ... If there's one thing I really hate, it's liberals. And scary brown people.
As for the real progressives around the blogosphere, and their 12 readers: could you at least have the decency to be more furious about the murder of a local 16-year-old girl for wearing the wrong clothes, than about my reaction to same? Your priorities are as warped as ever, dudes. And your shopworn moral exhibitionism just as unsightly.
You know – like me? Because I know from furious. But enough about you, let's talk about me for a while. Did I mention there’s too many scary brown people around? Oh ... I did? Well, hooray for ME!
You're welcome, I'm sure. Now, I need to go bleach my brain to get the crazy out. The things I do for you people ...