As soon as the news broke that the FBI was going after Catholics who actually hold the Catholic faith, citing the Southern Poverty Law Center, I looked up the hit list “Women Against Islam” that they did in ARSH 2015. Sure enough, it is still up. And I’m the second broad on the list – it’s alphabetical.
I’m posting the text and screenshots just to be sure that this never goes away.
Ann Barnhardt, a blogger and former commodities brokerage owner whose house was sold in 2013 to satisfy a federal tax lien, is one of the most extreme Muslim-bashers in the United States. She refers to Muslims as “musloids,” says that Islam is a “seditious system working against every government” in the world that must be “exterminated,” and once burned a Koran with a bacon bookmark for a YouTube video. In 2011, she said “the Muslim population is mentally and developmentally disabled on a mass scale,” describing it in the same essay as the only population that “is mentally and physically devolving.” But Barnhardt’s blind rage isn’t only directed at Muslims. She says that beginning in 2008, when Barack Obama was elected, a “cold putsch” began that she predicts will lead to riots and civil war, the importation of “millions of socialist Latin Abmericans,” and, ultimately, the Chinese Red Army landing in America. She urges people to buy long guns because “THERE WILL BE MASS RAPES when the inner city hip-hop contingent can no longer be contained by standard law enforcement.” And she opposes women’s suffrage, saying that it “effectively castrated” men and wrecked the family. She once described herself as “a buzzsaw crossed with a blowtorch,” and about that, at least, she is surely right.
I love how the SPLC paid an artist to use this photo of me, but make the eyes sad, and eliminate my smile. The artist totally botched my mouth. But, that’s okay. You’d think that they would have done the whole “crazy eyes” treatment on me, since that’s what I’m famous for. A missed opportunity, to be sure. And while I’m flattered by the golden halo the artist gave me, I denounce it stridently. I’m aspiring to the deepest spot in Purgatory, and will weep with gratitude until the heat death of the universe, which I expect to be my tenure. In fact, I’ll probably be the person to run the dust mop, check the restrooms, turn off the lights, and pull the door shut. IF I make it.