Hey, Mohammed! Did you know that life is starting to resemble surreal old jokes?

An army of Davids.

An army of Davids.

This joke came out of the 1973 Yom Kippur War (or at least that’s when I first heard it).  It’s not a very good joke but back in the day I enjoyed its surreal silliness:

Arab military strategists are very excited, because they’ve figured something important out about the Israeli forces:  the vast majority of troops are named “David.”  They therefore come up with a new tactic.  They direct Arab troops to holler out “David!” during the fight.  When the Israeli soldiers respond to their names by standing up Arabs will shoot them.

The battle begins, and the Arab troops following their instructions to the letter.  “David!” they holler.

The Israeli troops, instead of standing up, holler back “Is that you, Mohammed?”

The Arab troops stand up, and the Israelis shoot them.

Whether that soggy joke remains a silly, surreal joke, or become yet another chapter in the world’s ongoing insanity is now a question in my mind, thanks to this news story:

The head of the southern Russian republic of Chechnya said Monday that his mother’s charity would pay $1,000 to families naming newborns on that day after the founder of Islam.

Monday marked the birthday of the Prophet Muhammad in the tradition of Sunni Islam.

The leader of Chechnya, Ramzan Kadyrov, said the charity would pay the $1,000 to infants born on that day who were named in honor of Muhammad or any of the prophet’s wives, children or 10 companions to whom he personally promised paradise.

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  1. Charles Martel says

    It’s too bad that irony is lost on so many leftists although they pretend to pratice it. A few years back, there was some odious, envelope-stretching, epater la bourgeois play on Broadway that portrayed Jesus as a charismatic sodomite surrounded by 12 playthings. Most New Yorkers ho-hummed their way past the mess, but it was successful enough to inspire a London version.
     
    Baaad decision. When the play opened in Londonistan, angry Muslims immediately picketed it, protesting the denigration of Islam’s second greatest prophet, Isa (Jesus). Being the suave and diplomatic folks that almost all adherents to the Religion of Peace are, the protestors let it be known that blood would spill and heads would literally roll if the play didn’t close immediately.
     
    Not only did it shut down in the wink of not-yet-Muslim-gouged eye, there wasn’t a single whimper about free speech or troglodyte conservatives from the bwave, bold producers of buttf**k Jesus.

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