Mystery of the Burning Mosque and other Compelling News

The Mystery of the Burning Mosque is still the big news item around here.  And the oh-so-diverse crowd that I reside among - as a Stranger in a Strange Moonbat Land - had themselves a happy little vigil to prove to the muzzies that "gosh darn it, you guys are cool by us!"

Photo credit: Scobel Wiggins/Gazette-Times

It was the whole interfaith shebang replete with quotes like "All of you demonstrated your support and your care and your love.  We all stand firm and denounce all forms of extremism ... and terrorism."  Yeah, how nice.  I tried to find an animated .gif of somebody gagging themselves with their finger to illustrate my feelings but couldn't find one.  Use your imagination; it's good for your brain.

Local talker Victoria Taft digs around a little and learns that this mosque was more-or-less founded by the OSU Muslim Student Association about 40 years ago, and this Association is in pretty tight with the Muslim Brotherhood.  All the Muslim Brotherhood wants for Christmas Ramadan is a Global Caliphate, so hey, no worries, right? 

Regarding the fire itself, there is a window into the burnt office through which burning materials were thrown.  This doesn't preclude an "inside job", but makes the "act of an outsider" a little more believable.  The fire was first noticed by local police on routine patrol and promptly extinguished my the local FD.  If it was an inside job, it will be interesting to learn whether the fire was put out "too soon."

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On an utterly unrelated note, has your own sense of Manly Invulnerability ever bit ya in the buttocks?  The switch in our safety saw keeps failing.  The little contact points inside get scorched, so I dutifully take it apart and file the funk off the points.  This makes it work for another month or so.  Getting weary of this, I decided to put a different switch in it yesterday.  Couldn't find one that fit the factory hole, so I set about to make a plastic adapter plate to make it all fit neatly. 

Pictured: Safety Saw.  Note inherent irony.

I was holding the piece of plastic on the deck of the drill press.  The little voice in my head said "the drill bit is gonna grab it and yank it out of your hands!" I routinely ignore this little voice.  Some of the other ones I pay attention to, but not this one.  So instead of changing pulleys on the press to be at the correct RPM, finding a clamp, or even getting a glove, I say to myself "Just hold it down REALLY HARD."  The bit grabbed the plastic and spun it like a little helicopter blade of doom.  Since I was leaning into it so hard, it took that much longer to reverse my posture and yank my hand out of Kill Zone.  Two neat parallel slices on my ring finger as well as some missing cuticle around my thumbnail.  Pretty cool.