As you may remember, I wrote, during the ‘Islamo-Fascism’ week campaign, to the organisers and supporters of this event questioning their a-historical use of Fascism (something that they never experienced neither directly nor indirectly) but of which they seem to be great experts in every sense.
Today, I found, by chance, that the lack of an answer to my rather old post, was not, as I assumed, a clear evidence of ‘menefreghismo’ of fascist memory, or a clear dismissal of an academic discussion on the issue, but actually a matter of time. Indeed, today we can read Spencer replying to one of his worshipers,
Thanks. I hadn’t seen that first one before. It is patronizing, but I may answer his questions if time permits at some point. One glaring problem is that he ignores my many statements about how many, if not most, Muslims have no interest in waging jihad, and pretends that I think most or all do. […]’
Of course, I hope that Mr Spencer can find the time to debate, correctly and academically, the topic with me and also clarify why I am ‘patronizing’ only for, as I have done with Dr MacEoin, daring to ask questions.
Yet I have the impression that busy Mr Spencer will grant me only a short, Dr MacEoin style, comment. Indeed, I even left a clear link to my post (to start the debate), during Islamo-Fascism week, on FrontPage Mag. They took the time to snob a much shorter, sarcastic and humorous, post on Tabsir written by Prof. Daniel Varisco.
Of course, Mr Spencer & Co. are extremely good in sophistic polemic, but they seem in difficulties when the discussion is open and civilised. I would invite also Mr Spencer to visit his worshiper Sheik’s blog, and let us know whether that kind of anti-Islamo-Fascism is really what he works and hopes for.
Indeed, my fascist grandfather used to say that Mussolini was not a bad guy; he actually had good intentions, he wanted to defend the Italian and western civilization from the evil Communists and their allies, the Jews. Unfortunately, my fascist grandfather used to also say, Mussolini surrounded himself with worshipers who were real fanatics, the famous ‘camice nere’ (Black Shirts).
I wonder, using the story as a metaphor, whether the (maybe) well intentioned Mr Spencer (whose ideas, in any case, I fully disagree with) is, year after year, ending in the same uncontrollable situation my grandfather had described.