Being the change I’m looking for with an affectionate wave to the victims of Islam.

This is me from today’s Church of Splendor homily: The interests of the self. This week – in observation of 9/11, which is by now a world-wide day of shame for sane Muslims – I’ve been trying to extend the hand of Driven Sociable friendship to the lifelong victims of Islam.

“Where are the moderate Muslims?” we demand. Where are the incentives for considering alternative social strategies? To tease you away from a Cautious tyranny, I must offer you more than you stand to lose by quiet rebellion. This is how I start:

More in prose:

Empathy for the irreproachable: How the Prom King becomes the monster.

My sermon on religion: Unsolicited advice to the sane victims of Islam.

Redeeming Western civilization by curing the incuriosity of the East.

Reflecting His Radiance…

Relationships as prison camps: “There’s no way out of here. When you come in, you’re in for good.”