For all those female Dem drum beaters down in Charlotte, just a little news:

UPDATE ON THE WAR AGAINST WOMEN

The Muslim Brotherhood in Egypt is taking more steps to bring the country under their control. Members of the Muslim Brotherhood are being assigned as provincial governors and other conservatives and Islamists are being appointed to run the top human rights organization and the powerful media council.

Meanwhile, on Egyptian TV about two weeks ago, Muslim cleric Abd a-Rahman Mansour gave an important lecture in which he advised Muslim husbands on the beating of their wives in order to instill discipline and respect in the family home, imitating the practices of the Prophet Muhammed. Said the cleric: “Islam instructs a man to beat his wife as a last resort before divorce so that she will mend her ways, treat him with kindness and respect, and know that her husband has a higher status than her.”

I certainly hope those enthusiastic Dem women in Charlotte remember who it was who came out in support of kicking Hosni Mubarak to the curb in favor of the Arab Spring in Cairo. War on women. Yes, indeed.

I cannot remember his name. God has been merciful.

Neat. Today at the Dem convention they had a voice vote on whether to keep God in their platform or continue to blackball him. They had to take the voice vote several times because the moderator obviously couldn’t figure out whether the ayes or nays had carried the day. (Sounded about 50-50 on the radio.) Finally the moderator pronounced that the vote was 2/3 in favor of letting God hang around.

I can see it now. A group of Dem liberals arrives at the Pearly Gates and demands entrance to Heaven. St. Peter whips out his cell phone and calls God. “God, do I let them pass or not? Your call as always.”

God ponders for a moment. “Look, St. Peter, I’m in a meeting with the Heavenly Host of Angels. I think I’ll take a voice vote with them. Hold a sec and listen in.”

God turns to the Heavenly Host and announces a proposed 2/3 vote. “Now, all those who think we should let these people in, shout out ‘Aye!!’ loud enough for me and Peter to hear.”

St. Peter looks down at his suddenly silent cell phone and mutters: “Has this thing gone dead on me or did somebody forget to pay the bill again?!!”