Since I am neither a Christian, a Christianist, or a nice person, I will admit to taking vulgar pleasure in the highly public depantsing of Dinesh “Nothing Happened” D’Souza. Do not miss the full glory of Doghouse Riley’s “Petards Are for Hoisting“:
HERE’S the thing about D’ines’h D’Souza: he found himself a nice little sinecure in America defending the Raj. That comes with a price, of course. Not in swallowing the understandable anger and disgust the Anglo-American Man’s Burden must engender in its erstwhile subjects; that sort of thing seems to go down easy with second or fifth-generation mandarins. It’s just that, inevitably, someone with D’Souza’s rh’torical gifts has got to figure (and rightly so) that These People Are Dumb As Stumps, and go looking for further fields of plunder.
Lacking Hitchens gifts, D’inesh had to settle for life as a Toolbelt to the neocons, and pan for gold among the evangelical dross, jettisoning his Catholicism somewhere along the way. Sorta. (Again, fortunately for D’Souza, in those circles one can now be a best-selling Christian apologist without taking sides on the Reformation, which has apparently been relegated to the intellectual dung pit alongside the Trinitarian debate, the question of translation, and the George W. Bush administration….
Or Josh Fruhlinger at Wonkette:
“God has a mighty future for Dinesh, but there are some things he has to go through first”, said [King’s College chairman Andy] Mills [tweeted].
We assume this is nice evangelical code for “the restraining order stipulates that you must remain 150 yards or more away from our campus at all times.”
Steve M. at No More Mr. Nice Blog points out “DINESH D’SOUZA’S PENIS IS NOW HELPING US LOSE THE WAR WITH ISLAMOFASCISTS, OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT“:
Dinesh D’Souza, the married, 51-year-old right-wing author and inspiration for the film 2016: Obama’s America, once wrote a book called The Enemy at Home: The Cultural Left and Its Responsibility for 9/11. The thesis of this book is that the loosening of conservative moral strictures in the West is alienating Muslims, and Muslims, as a result, are so pissed off that they feel they have no choice but to kill us…
Following his own logic, we can only ask: Why is Dinesh D’Souza encouraging Islamofascism and destroying the life of his own daughter?
(In a completely inexcusable sidenote, the Daily Mail assures me that D’Souza has retained his taste for what my Irish nana called “rat-faced bottle blondes.”)
The single funniest paragraph on this topic so far, however, was posted by the man himself, at the end of a six-point masterpiece of legalistic hair-splitting and wounded feelings:
… Ultimately this is… about how we Christians are supposed to behave with one another. And the secular world is watching. Is this how we love and treat fellow believers? If my conduct was improper, wouldn’t it be the decent and charitable thing to approach me about it? Instead, here is a clear attempt to destroy my career and my ministry. This is viciousness masquerading as righteousness. And this is the behavior that is truly worthy of Christian condemnation.
This is the man responsible for 2016: Obama’s America, based on his invention of a President Obama driven by his dead father’s “fanatic anti-colonialism” to attempt to destroy all that is good in America and the world. But then, D’Souza does not believe that President Obama is the right kind of Christian, I suppose…
D’Souza’s inexplicable failure to cite the time-tested traditional “At least I wasn’t despoiling a virgin” Biblical double standard in his own defence set me wondering: What of the mysterious Charles Bovary in this Randian romance, the Mr. Joseph II whom Dinesh’s latest soulmate married only last December? (Presumably, when he told her how she should vote, he forgot to add “Also, don’t spend the weekend in a Comfort Inn with another married guy, even if he is willing to tell his sponsors you’re his fiancee.”) Is Mr. Joseph II resigned — perhaps even a little proud — to lose his helpmeet to a Galtian hero with a higher Q score? Does he repine in their once happy home, surrounded by the faux-french Pier-One “avarices” Denise lusted after in her now defunct blog?