Cheryl Lindsey Seelhoff, who for obvious reason signs her postings “Heart” and not “Head,” subscribes to the same school of paranoid Feminism as that ditzy chick teaching at USC.

Seelhoff quotes the Hadji Girl song, and (with typical Feminist logic) segues from a discussion of a humorous skit of a Marine turning the tables on insurgents who attack him, to the case of several soldiers from the 101th Airborne Division of the US Army, not Marines, who have been accused by Iraqis of participating in an incident of rape and murder in the Iraqi city of Mahmoudiya.

Today 15-year-old Abeer Qasim Hamza is dead, having been raped and burned by soldiers after her family had been shot by them.

According to this article the soldiers who murdered her had been sexually harrassing her (described as “making advances” towards her) every day as she passed through a checkpoint they manned. She was scared and had told her mother about it several times, and her mother had spoken with friends and even asked whether her daughter could stay with them.

It is so transparent. It is so obvious.

Abeer Qasim Hamza made the fatal errror of refusing the “advances” of Marines. She had to have known, said they, that she was hot. She had to have known, said they, what she was doing, sashaying through that checkpoint every day. And she turned them down. Ignored them. Rejected them. Acted like she was scared. Who the hell did she think she was? What. They were there all the way from the United States to defend her and her family, and she thought she could get away with that kind of bullshit?

After they raped her and killed her family, they blamed it on “insurgents.” And in their minds, that wasn’t really a lie. In fact, to men under male heterosupremacy, beautiful women who refuse their advances are always “insurgents.” They are deceivers, evil vixens, jezebels, dangerous, and deadly, decoys scheming to lure them into traps. They deserve to be raped. They deserve to die.

I’m not surprised by this; it makes perfect sense to me. It will make perfect sense to any honest and clear-thinking woman who has experienced this same murderous hatred at the hands of a man she has spurned or ignored (something most women have experienced sometime or other.) I don’t think any of the men who did this were personality-disordered. I think they were men under male heterosupremacy who had the opportunity of a lifetime: the opportunity to get away with raping and killing and getting revenge against a beautiful young girl who had rejected them.

What disturbs me, and scares me, are all the Americans, including women, who defended this song, defended this performance, and bought the public explanations — thousands and thousands of them. All the Americans who thought this song was funny.

Ms. Seelhoff not only doesn’t need the formality of a trial to convict the accused soldiers, only one of whom seems to have been been charged so far. Seelhoff knows exactly what the accused were thinking, which thoughts happen to have consisted of the perfect case stereotype projections of masculine malevolence from a feminist perspective.

The reality is, neither I nor Ms. Seelhoff were there. We don’t know the truth in the Mahmoudiya case. We certainly do know that Islamic enemies of the United States are very well acquainted with our cultural vulnerabilities to accusations of this kind, and are prone to try to arrange such propaganda victories. We owe members of the US Armed Forces who have served in a theatre of war, at the very least, the same presumption of innocence until prove guilty which American civilians enjoy.

Whatever happened or didn’t happen in Mahmoudiya hasn’t got a thing to do with the song.

And, until feminists like Ms. Seelhoff develop the capacity for logical thought, and grow a sense of humor, no sensible member of the patriarchy will ever take them seriously.

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Old joke:

Question: How many feminists does it take to screw in a light bulb.

Answer: That’s not funny!

The tempest in a USMC canteen cup whipped up by MSM’s politically-correct thought police over Corporal Belile’s humorous little song is over. Possibly the Marine Corps still has enough good men simply to laugh the idea of charging a Marine corporal serving in a combat theatre in time of war with violations of the Uniform Code of Military Justice for writing and performing a song poking fun at the bloodthirsty fanaticism of the enemy.

Or perhaps Michelle Malkin and the rest of the right side of the Blogosphere directed enough effective ridicule at the uniformed, and un-uniformed, forces of compulsory piety to drive them back into their burrows on this one.

At any rate, congratulations and best wishes to Corporal Belile and his band “the Sweater Kittenz.” Let’s hope they get a better name, and go on to successful post-Marine Corps career of offending liberals and insulting CAIR.

Reuters:

The U.S. military will not punish a Marine who performed an obscenity-laced song to a laughing and cheering crowd of fellow troops in Iraq making light of killing Iraqis, the Marine Corps said on Tuesday.

The Marines two weeks ago launched a preliminary inquiry into whether Cpl. Joshua Belile, who returned home from Iraq in March, violated military law or rules in singing the song, a four-minute video of which was posted on the Internet…

“The preliminary inquiry has been concluded. No punitive action will be taken against Corporal Belile. And there will be no further investigation,” said Maj. Shawn Haney, a spokeswoman at Marine Corps Air Station Cherry Point in North Carolina.

Haney said the inquiry ruled out any violations of the Uniform Code of Military Justice.

Another Marine Corps official, who asked not to be named because details of the inquiry are private, said poor taste, poor judgment and poor timing, not to mention offensive lyrics, do not necessarily amount to criminal conduct.

Wikipedia entry

video link here

lyrics

Hadji Girl

I was out in the sands of Iraq
And we were under attack
And I, well, I didn’t know where to go.

And the first thing that I could see was
Everybody’s favorite Burger King
So I threw open the door and I hit the floor.

Then suddenly to my surprise
I looked up and I saw her eyes
And I knew it was love at first sight.

And she said…
Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah
Hadji girl, I can’t understand what you’re saying.

And she said…
Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah
Hadji girl, I love you anyway.

Then she said that she wanted me to see.
She wanted me to go meet her family
But I, well, I couldn’t figure out how to say no.

Cause I don’t speak Arabic.

So, she took me down an old dirt trail.
And she pulled up to a side shanty
And she threw open the door and I hit the floor.

Cause her brother and her father shouted…
Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah
They pulled out their AKs so I could see

And they said…
Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah
(with humorous emphasis:)
So I grabbed her little sister, and pulled her in front of me.

As the bullets began to fly
The blood sprayed from between her eyes
And then I laughed maniacally

Then I hid behind the TV
And I locked and loaded my M-16
And I blew those little f*ckers to eternity.

And I said…
Durka Durka Mohammed Jihad
Sherpa Sherpa Bak Allah
They should have known they were f*ckin’ with a Marine.

Thanks to Raya, who tells us here that the chorus comes from Team America.

LGF

LGF is linking a terrific unmelted USMC song and video, called Hadji Girl, in which the dumb marine who understands no Arabic falls for the beautiful Hadji Girl, whose chorus goes (something like) “Dirka, dirka, Mohammed Jihad…,” clearly amounting to “Kill, kill, Mohammed! Jihad!…”

She lures the love-struck gyrene home to her family’s hooch, where her brother and father are waiting in ambush. The love-struck marine can’t decline her invitation, because he doesn’t speak Arabic. But when she opens the door, the marine hits the floor (he’s not that stupid), because her father and brother shout, “Dirka, dirka, Mohammed, Jihad..,” and open up with their AK-47s. The marine then “grabbed her little sister and put her in front of me.”

“As the bullets began to fly, the blood sprayed from between her eyes, and then I laughed maniacally,” and he leaps behind the TV.

As he shoots the whole gang, sending them “to Eternity,” he is singing at this point himself: “Dirka, dirka, Mohammed, Jihad…” ” Observing, as the moral, that “they should have known they were f**king with a Marine.”

This video has been around for quite a few months, but the gossipy old ladies of the MSM are throwing a hissy fit right now, because CAIR (the Council on America Islamic Relations) is making an issue over the Marine’s song’s political incorrectness.

Go kiss a camel, I’d suggest.

Can you imagine the German-American Bund, or the (Japanese) Black Dragon Society successfully making a public scandal over satirical Marine Corps songs composed during the struggle for Guadalcanal?

Note how the USMC audience recognizes with delight the words of the chorus, and breaks up.

(Song text corrected.)

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UPDATE

CAIR took down the video of the song, but Michelle Malkin produced a video defending Corporal Belile and his song, which includes an improved version of the video, complete with scrolling text of the lyrics 15 June 2006.