Here in Michigan we have a woman named Debbie Schlussel. Imagine a combination of Ann Coulter and Pam Geller, only dumber and even less charming. She manages to find secret Muslim plots in every situation, in much the same way that Charles Manson was able to detect hidden messages in Beatles songs telling him to kill people. Her latest discovery is in a millage to support the Detroit Institute of Arts museum.
Supporters of this art museum tax aren’t advertising the DIA’s extensive Islamic “art” collection. Instead, they are marketing it as a way for parents to get their kids some culture infusion via school field trips. That’s baloney. The museum promotes Islam, not any sort of positive cultural aesthetic or education.
The hilarious Jeff Wattrick has some fun with it:
See, what you didn’t know (unless you went to the DIA at noticed the big signs pointing you toward “The Arts of Asia and the Islamic World exhibit,” is that the DIA has a world-class collection of Islamic art. And the only reason they would have Islamic art on display is that everyone at the DIA is a secret Muslim. First they plan to tax you and then they will make women to wear burkas at all times except when they pose nude for a Matisse or Picasso sketch…
Also, Schlussel says the DIA never displays Christian or Jewish art. Except for all the Christian and Jewishart that is exhibited either permanently or as part of special exhibit. You know, like that Rembrandt and the Face of Jesus thing they did last year. Or Detroit Film Theater screenings of documentaries about the Jewish American experience.
Still, everyone should totally believe Schlussel (who is kind of like a modern-day, less feminine Roy Cohn) about this DIA Muslim plot because she’s super reliable. Like the time she was convinced the Virginia Tech shooting was a Pakistani terrorist plot. Or that other time when she said the teenagers murdered by a right-wing Norwegian terrorist pretty much got what they deserved. Or the other time when she wished for an Islamic Holocaust.
Suddenly the song Helter Skelter is in my head.