Pamela Gellar is RIGHT!!!

I was running late this morning so I grabbed a cab to work, and the driver was a Moroccan guy who looked like Peter Sellers disguised as Osama bin Laden. And—me being the lucky soul that I am—he turned out to be a proselytizer for Islam! So I can now say from experience that having someone quote the Koran at you, and turn every subject back to Allah and how small our existences are*, isn’t a whit more fun than having a Bible trip laid on you at eight in the morning. In fact, it may be worse. But because it so rarely happens, and because I’m such a fine human being—so free from prejudice and all the rest of that baloney—I couldn’t find it in me to tell him where to get off. I was also afraid he’d put me out of the cab.

It was damned tempting, though…

* When he said to me “We come in this door and we go out that one”, I felt like the Cowardly Lion: “Ain’t it the truth. Ain’t it the truth!”