As we’ve already established, Muslims say a lot of scary things: anything in foreign language when they’re dressed in foreign clothes… or when they’re dressed in normal clothes… or when they’re smiling. Essentially, if a Muslim isn’t speaking in clear, perfect English, with a neutral facial expression, naked, under an x-ray machine, surrounded by several armed guards, what they’re saying can and should be construed as a threat.
Allahu Akbar (pronounced: Aww-Law-Who-Uk-Bur) is literally a term that means, “God is greater or the greatest” although usually it’s translated as, “God is great.” This Islamic Arabic expression is used in a variety of contexts including: as an informal prayer, to celebrate a victory, and to express determination.
Aside from being Arabic, which is frankly scary enough, this phrase is frightening because of the context and persons it has been associated with. When “Allahu Akbar” is shouted on a television screen, it’s usually by a man, who has formally rejected sanity, covered in what I hope is just mud, holding a burning anything (flags, toasters, tickle-me-elmos), shouting like someone just poured sand in the Vaseline. Frankly, You could associate anything with this guy and make it unpopular. If tomorrow he became the spokesperson for the WWF (Word Wildlife Foundation) we would all, within a week, be eating panda tortellini garnished with Bengal tiger penis, served in the shell of the Galápagos tortoise.
Allahu Akbar (pronounced: Aww-Law-Who-Uk-Bur) is literally a term that means, “God is greater or the greatest” although usually it’s translated as, “God is great.” This Islamic Arabic expression is used in a variety of contexts including: as an informal prayer, to celebrate a victory, and to express determination.
Aside from being Arabic, which is frankly scary enough, this phrase is frightening because of the context and persons it has been associated with. When “Allahu Akbar” is shouted on a television screen, it’s usually by a man, who has formally rejected sanity, covered in what I hope is just mud, holding a burning anything (flags, toasters, tickle-me-elmos), shouting like someone just poured sand in the Vaseline. Frankly, You could associate anything with this guy and make it unpopular. If tomorrow he became the spokesperson for the WWF (Word Wildlife Foundation) we would all, within a week, be eating panda tortellini garnished with Bengal tiger penis, served in the shell of the Galápagos tortoise.