Todd Starnes of Fox News radio reports that Texas State Sen. Dan Patrick, chairman of the senate education committee, is launching an investigation, after outraged parents provided photographic evidence that their Lumberton (Texas) High School children were required to don burqas (and other Muslim garb), as part of an ostensible “geography lesson” on Islam.
Moreover, students, as part of this unabashed Islamophilic indoctrination process at Lumberton High School, were told by their teacher, “we’re going to change the way we perceive Islam,” who then also proceeded to instruct them to compose an essay, according to the report, “based on a Washington Post story that blamed Egypt’s troubles on democracy – instead of the Muslim Brotherhood.”
Such involuntary Islamic dawa in school must be thoroughly investigated, condemned, and permanently disallowed.
I suggest as an adjunct “corrective,” that it also be required of the Lumberton High School teacher of this geography class, and recommended for the students, to read Mark Steyn’s caustic analysis of the murderous Muslim rioting in Nigeria during November, 2002, in advance of the Miss World beauty pageant (prompted by an article in the Lagos newspaper “This Day,” which suggested Islam’s prophet Muhammad would have been happy to marry one of the contestants). The teacher should be further required, and the students encouraged (with parental accompaniment, given the R-rated language) to watch this video of Steyn’s hilarious performance of “My Sharia Amour” (London, Ontario, November 1, 2010).
Below are samples of Steyn’s original 2002 lyrics, which he expanded and updated circa November of 2010. And of course watch the video!
My Sharia Amour, good enough for some emir.
My Sharia Amour, I’m the guy you like to fear.
My Sharia Amour, pretty little girl in your chador.
One of only four that I beat sore.
How I wish that I had five.
My Sharia Amour, I got her from an imam in Lahore One of only four wives…
How I wish that I had five
In her burqa, this chick could take away your breath
But don’t even glance, or I’ll have to have her stoned to death