The National Post prints great stuff sometimes, and I'm not just talking about Mark Steyn. Their April 6, 2002 issue has a story that is probably replicated in many American cities and campuses. Europe, of course, is even worse. Dodgeblog points out that Sweden has "Radio Islam," whose paranoid anti-semetism makes even neo-nazis appear moderate. Other European countries like Denmark have similar resident groups - the difference being that the Danes are horrified.

Anyone who sees the suicide bombings in Israel and thinks "it can't happen here" should think long and hard about these examples, and this story.

Founded in Toronto during the 1970s but now published in several countries and on the Internet from its location in Markham, Canada, Crescent Magazine has a weighty mission: to spread Iranian-style revolt to Egypt, Saudi Arabia and any other country where Muslims are in the majority. Take this August 2001 article on Pakistan, for instance. Or this editorial, which openly advocates the formation of a Muslim fifth-column in western countries that works with "the global Islamic movement and its struggle against Western domination."

The English-language publication fawns over Iran's fundamentalist regime, reprints verbatim the communiques of Palestinian terrorists and describes Osama bin Laden in terms that are, to put it mildly, understanding. Its founder Dr. Kalim Siddiqui "saw through the West’s self-image to understand its true nature at a time when many Muslims were still besotted with the ideas of democracy, universal values and the possibilities offered by working within western systems...."

Crescent obviously isn't fooled. I hate it when that happens.

It's bad enough that Crescent International is the brainchild of a Canadian. It's even worse that the Canadian government is now refusing to ban fundraising by Hizbollah. But the capper is that Crescent International magazine was recently honoured by the Canadian Islamic Congress with - wait for it - an award for media excellence.

Reality continues to outpace my capacity for satire.