total convenience and flowers seven days milk:

But today is not that day.

So, anyway, we've arrived at that point in the month where pretty much anything is going to make me sob helplessly: a harsh glance, the cats looking especially cute, a harsh glance from the cats ... whatever. I'm teary, and I am not ashamed! (Or, okay, only a little ashamed.)

Thus when I say that this made me cry like a leaky faucet you should probably take my predisposition to weepiness into account. Nonetheless you should click on the link. It's a vid for your standard country-music song, except that it's Muslim country music and it stretches that whole country-music-is-the-voice-of-the-American-people trope as far as it can stretch. Brilliantly done.

So, folks with whom I was having that conversation about not assuming that the angriest or most intrusive voices of a particular religion are its only voices, or most important voices? Here's basically the same conversation, from the POV of an even more vilified religion than the one we were talking about.

And slit, if you're reading this, I'm sure you already know about A Land Called Paradise but just in case you don't, here's the link again. I'm really curious to know what you think.

Link swiped from twistedchick who got it from Will Shetterly. Thanks!