Egyptian Philosopher Murad Wahba: Secularism is a Cultural Necessity

I saw this interview with this Egyptian Philosopher Murad Wahba. I agree that secularism is a cultural necessity.

Also, I find the religion that I was taught as a child is incompatible with being an artist. Wahba’s response here to fundamentalism resulting in backwardness validates my mindset. Being religious bred a certain amount of indolence, and I ended up going a little nuts.

Being artistic requires complete mental freedom, no holds, no barriers. Otherwise, I end up going backwards.

Aired June 22, 2009 on ON TV (Egypt)
From Transcript:

Interviewer: You have said that the term “secularism” is taboo among the Arabs.

Murad Wahba: Any person who says he is secular they either slaughter him or accuse him of apostasy. This happened to Sheik ‘Ali Abd Al-Razeq in 1925, to Taha Hussein in 1926, to Naguib Mahfouz, and to Farag Fouda, who they killed. Nevertheless, I feel secularism is a cultural necessity. I call for secularism now, and we have held four conferences about it, which were peaceful, except for some minor threats.

Interviewer: You recently said that fundamentalism has led Egypt to sterility.

Murad Wahba: The most important thing in fundamentalism is adherence to the literal religious text, rather than using the mind [to interpret] the text. In other words, it paralyzes the mind. The fundamentalists lead the paralyzing of the mind, which means the paralyzing of creativity and of thought, which leads to backwardness.

Pearl Jam Evolution

Long before I started agreeing with evolution, I loved this song from Pearl Jam. It may have played a role in my conversion. I used to pull all nighters in college to edit the school newspaper, and for a long time, “Yield” was my album of choice for getting through the night. There are a lot of songs I felt guilty about liking back in the day, and this was one of them. It’s a great video too.  I’ll post the lyrics below.

Woo… Woo…
I’m ahead, I’m a man
I’m the first mammal to wear pants, yeah
I’m at peace with my lust
I can kill ’cause in God I trust, yeah
It’s evolution, baby

I’m a piece of the man
Buying stocks on the day of the crash
On the loose, Im a truck
All the rolling hills, I’ll flatten ’em out, yeah
It’s herd behavior, uh huh
It’s evolution, baby

Admire me, admire my home
Admire my son, here’s my clone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This land is mine, this land is free
I’ll do what I want yet irresponsibly
It’s evolution, baby

I’m a thief, I’m a liar
There’s my church, I sing in the choir:
(hallelujah hallelujah)

Admire me, admire my home
Admire my song, admire my clothes
Consider appetite for a nightly feasts
Those ignorant indians got nothin’ on me
Nothin’, why?
Because, it’s evolution, baby!

I am ahead, I am advanced
I am the first mammal to make plans, yeah
I crawled the Earth, but now I’m higher
Twenty-ten, watch it go to fire
It’s evolution, baby (2x)
I do the evolution
Come on, come on, come on

92% Chance of a Slow Day

I wasn’t able to update much yesterday. I spent the day with my wife at the doctor’s office. It’s painfully hard to get into see this particular doctor. Every time Tina goes over there, she calls me two hours after her appointment was scheduled and says, “I haven’t seen her yet. Don’t know when I’ll be home.”

waiting at Dr. H's
waiting at Dr. H's

Because we’re making a bold effort to have children, I went with her yesterday. It took hours to see the doctor. We’ll call her Dr. H. And when we finally saw Dr. H, she talked our ears off about insurance, what we can do to get our medical bills paid for, and pampered Tina with “don’t worries” about pregnancy. It’ll happen soon enough.

I had a semen analysis done last month. Dr. H gave us the results to that, too. When Tina spoke to the doctor on the phone three weeks or so ago, she told her that there was something with a 92% deficiency. I heard this message from Tina and the butt of jokes for the following three weeks was how my semen are 92%retarded.

Yesterday, Dr. H explained in more detail. She said, “Let’s look at what’s positive.” Apparently I doubled the average volume (boo-ya). I was above average on 5 other stats (mm-hmm). But my boys’ morphology was fucked up. Screwed up tails. Screwed up heads. No heads. No tails.

Apparently many factors could deliver this result, including, environmental details or stress (bingo). I was stressed to the hilt the day before and didn’t sleep at all the night before.

I meant to blog about collecting the semen sample. When you come (hee hee) from a religious background like mine, masturbation is hard enough to talk about. Doing it in a hospital bathroom is a complete brain fuck. They had some really sweet magazines to choose from. I really should have written some of the names down. I haven’t heard of them before. I have to go for another sample to find out if I really have reoccurring bad morphology.

We left Dr. H’s with a lot of questions. Dr. H was in a hurry and l’esprit de l’éscalier hit Tina as we walked to the car and all the way home.

I will write more about these things as the days pass. Plus I really wanted to respond to jonolan’s response two days ago. I had a great response typed out to his response, and my browser crashed. Responding doesn’t auto save like writing, so it was completely gone.

Safari is like 92% of my semen.