#triggernometry

Why I Exposed Anti-Trump Bias At The BBC

Raymond Ibrahim: It's not "Izlahm," it's "Isslaam." And it's not "Moozlem," it's "Moosslim." And the two words are connected, and what that means is submit or surrender.

How did it go from this guy who's just sitting in a cave? They conquered most of what was the old Roman world. 66%, let's say, of the original Christian world.

Konstantin Kisin: Where are these Islamic radicals?

Ibrahim: Where are they?

Kisin: Yeah.

Ibrahim: (laughs) Everywhere.

The UK's problems, they're kind of mind boggling. Your Islam problem is less about Muslims and it's more about the people who are enabling them, empowering them and bringing them in against your will.

I see in the UK, radical Muslims screaming, you know, actual Islamic jihadist stuff and they don't get in trouble. But then when a British person fights back, they get arrested.

Francis Foster: Do you think the religion of Islam is compatible with the West?

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Answer: No. No, it is not compatible with the West.

He's correct. Muslims are just Musliming. You can't expect feral animals to behave other than how feral animals do. The problem is less that there are feral animals loose in our societies, and more that the people we elected are holding the gates open and ushering in more and more feral animals. And then attacking and vilifying their own citizens when those citizens object to being overrun by feral animals or the idea that those feral animals should be tamed and domesticated.

Darla doesn’t really have a grave, and even if she did, Bernard’s not the type to go to one. They’re creepy and depressing and also, it’s Gotham. Yeah, he's him, but he has some scrap of survival instincts, alright? “Go make a social call to a dead-but-not-dead chick’s grave” is not a thing even a terminally stupid Gothamite is stupid enough to do, except in cases when said stupidity is very literally terminal.

Well, or if they’re getting paid good enough for it.

So—no, Bernard doesn’t visit Darla’s grave.

He thinks about her a lot, though. Thinks about how she’d looked both of the last times he’d seen her; wonders if it’s going to stay “the last” for good this time. If she’ll just turn up out of nowhere again, or just disappear out of nowhere again, or just never come back at all.

Thinks about Tim walking straight out of his life, and how he’d looked the last time he’d seen him. Well—the last time he’d seen him in person instead of in a newspaper or magazine or tabloid or on TV.

He thinks about the last time he’d seen Tim write something down, too, and just how rarely Tim ever actually had written things down. At least, had actually written things down where anyone else could actually see he’d done it.

Maybe it’s really never occurred to Tim that having boring, undistinctive handwriting is pretty “distinctive”, all things considered.

Then again, it’s Tim, so maybe it’s just never occurred to him that anyone would be paying attention to what his handwriting looked like at all.

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“Bernard” isn’t really all that common a name, is the thing. So Tim would’ve known, wouldn’t he? At least, he would’ve known if he’d been the right “Robin”.

Bernard doesn’t know anyone else who writes like Tim writes, though.

Match stares blankly at him for another long moment. Tim just smiles blithely at him again. Match narrows his eyes in response, then slides them over to Kon.

". . . how does this work," he says.

"Uh—what?" Kon asks, looking briefly alarmed but mostly confused. "How does—what work, Mat?"

"This," Match repeats as he jerks his head towards Tim, looking irritated.

. . . hm, Tim thinks.

"Do you mean how does foreplay work, how does sex work, or how do I work?" he asks curiously. Match slants his eyes back to him, looking annoyed by the question.

. . . . . . hm, Tim thinks again.

"Or all three?" he asks. Match's expression sours even more.

"What the fuck, man," Kon snorts. "Virgin or not, he's literally got the same junk we do; what's so hard about figuring that out?"

Match—pauses, and then Kon seems to realize exactly what he said, and just barely stiffens. Tim feels Kon's thigh tensing underneath him, and feels Match's thigh very obviously not tensing underneath him.

Well . . . neither one of them had wanted him to touch all of them—or at least, neither one of them had wanted to admit to wanting him to touch all of them—so it's not really an unexpected reaction.

"You do realize my junk is lot less invulnerable than either of yours?" Tim asks wryly, raising an eyebrow at Kon and giving them both the excuse to not think about anything else about anything else that isn't "the same" there. "I really need you to tell me you realize that, Kon."

"Dude, what do you even think we're gonna do to your squishy human dick?" Kon asks, making a face at him before laughing instead. Match just looks skeptical. Both options are an improvement on the tension—or the total lack of tension. Tim knows exactly how Kon fights, obviously, but he's learned a few things about how Match fights lately too—or rather, how Match fights when he isn't pretending to be Kon—and neither of those reactions belong in this situation at all.

"Why does it matter if he's invulnerable or not?" Match asks, giving Kon a skeptical look. "We're both here."