This week, what with “Turban” Durbin in the news and all, Sissy has chosen a particularly appropriate word: hejira.

‘hegira—
1590, the flight of Muhammed from Mecca to Medina (July 16, 622 C.E.), from which event the Islamic calendar reckons. From Ar. hijrah “departure,” from hajara “to depart.”
Now, that’s something I’d like to see at least partially repeated (without the massacre of Jews Muhammed thought added a nice lil touch to his capture of Medina). Let’s see… who would I like to see make a hejira to escape “persecution”…
Splodydope nutcase savage Islamofascists: how about a hejira to the surface of the sun? You know, somewhere they’d be safe from U.S. Marines…
Dick “Turban” Durbin: a dead-of-the-night, really clandestine escape from being tarred and feathered by irate citizens. How about a hejira to the nearest Al Qaeda cave? Let him live the life with his buddies, safely away from anywhere he can inflict his spew on real Americans, you know, like those serving at Camp X-Ray in Guantanamo whom he slandered.
No hejira for Teddy Kennedy. He made his escape from reality to the bottom of a bottle a generation ago.
How about a hejira to Cambodia (somewhere around Christmas) for Jean Fraud sKerry when ALL his records are finally unearthed and made public? Maybe he could retrace the path made on that fateful Christmas in Cambodia that’s “seared, seared into” his memory a step or two ahead of the crowd planning to run him outa town on a rail…
Yeh, I’d like to see Muhammed’s hejira to Medina re-enacted as hosts of creeps, savages, poltroons and wannabe traitorous doofs get outa Dodge just ahead of the lynch mob.
I’d love to see them all jump from the frying pan into the fire.
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