I’ve been happy not to take the time to sink deeply into myself to discover how, if I were King of the World, I would decide the question of whether or not to build the Ground Zero mosque, since: (a) Why bother? and (b) Who cares what I think? Plus, whenever I imagine myself King of the World, I always end up thinking about what my crown would look like. I’d want something stunningly regal, but not be too heavy. Nobody wants their king having to wear a neck brace every time he issues an edict. And I’d issue lots and lots of edicts, so that’d be a concern. I’d want a crown that’s impressive, yet sporty. Maybe something along the line of a king baseball cap. With a big red “K” on it.
Anyway, see? This is why I never tackle big issues.
That said: if I personally had to decide on whether or not to build the proposed near-Ground Zero mosque, and had no more information about the issue beyond what I know of it right now, I personally, as King of the World, would build that mofo so fast it’d be up in a week.
I have issues with crazy. I hate crazy like I hate nothing else in this world.
I think not building the mosque at Ground Zero is handing crazy a win.
If insane Christians, in the name of Christianity, killed three-thousand people in a building somewhere, I’d crave a huge Christian church as near as possible to the site of that tragedy. I’d want that declaration; I’d want the final word in that way to be, “Screw you, crazies. This is who we are. This is how we live. This is what we stand for. We are honorable.”
I can’t deny someone else what I would want for myself.