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So, as I understand it the Pope is abolishing Limbo, the First Circle of Hell and, also, the place where the souls of unbaptised children go.

I am reminded of the item in The Day Today where the Vatican imprisoned two teenaged boys who hacked into the church's central computer and changed Catholic doctrine. 'The Vatican realised the computer had been tampered with when they discovered Jesus had died of food poisoning aged 19, and Lou Reed had been canonised.'

My problem is with the fact that one old man can say 'Limbo doesn't exist anymore' and a whole theological concept just disappears in a puff of smoke and, presumably, millions upon millions of little tiny souls, and also, if Dante is to be believed, the souls of Socrates, Homer and Plato, whoosh up the celestial escalator to some kind of holding area near the Gates of Heaven so that they can process all the new arrivals. Isn't this just admitting that Christianity is made up? Can any Catholics attempt to enlighten me on this one?
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Remember that horrible tedious 'modern' Christian song, Lord of the Dance? It's from the same stable as the grotesque Morning Has Broken that, sixteen years after I was made to sing it in school, still makes me want to take out Cat Stevens with a fucking howitzer.

Anyway, it's a very infectious melody, apparently it's based on an old Shaker tune or something, and once it's in your head there's no practical way to get it out, unless you're prepared to listen to Turn Back Time by Cher on repeat for thirty five minutes. That'll generally do it.

But salvation is at hand, kids. It's also used in the Calm and Flowing section of Copland's Appalachian Spring. So now when it gets into my head I just pretend I'm humming Appalachian Spring instead. And everything's okay.
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In a letter to The Times, published in 2004 and subsequently reprinted in the pages of New Internationalist, one Dr H. Tabar lets fly:

The cowardice of our clerics in pushing their heads firmly in the sand, not confronting the misguided and the extremists amongst us, is an affront to all that I regard as holy. If they have not the courage to declare the Islamic suicide terrorists as apostates, then perhaps they would be good enough to declare me as one, for I would rather burn in the eternal flames of Hell than share Paradise with the likes of them.

I believe he somewhat missed the point. Speaking on Radio 4 throughout the day, representatives of organisations including the Muslim Council of Britain have disavowed the actions of the terrorists.

"They are not Muslims," they say.

But they are Muslims. Incontrovertibly so. And by disavowing their activities, British Islamic leaders do not seem to realise that they make it harder to confront the realities of what is happening within that religion.

The Koran is, to my mind, very much like the Bible and very much like the Torah inasmuch as it was written many, many centuries ago to fit the lifestyles of a people who were very, very different to us. Wandering in a hot, dusty desert, it makes sense to avoid eating any shellfish you might come across, after all. But times change and our interpretations of our culturally 'holy' texts changed, too.

For sure, many Christians got left behind in the rush to re-interpret, witness the bigotry of Fred Phelps or the blind idiocy of the Pope's teachings on birth control. And as there are groovy Christians, so there are Reform Jews who'll eat bacon and don't see the need to drink Kosher wine - which is widely accepted as undrinkable. And as there are nasty Christians, so there are maddened sects who want to blow up Jerusalem and rebuild the Temple.

Looking at Islam it begins to appear to me that this religion is perhaps undergoing the same process. Certainly as practised in Saudi Arabia and other such places, it appears very much to behave like Christianity did in the past.

So I think now, my point is that Islam needs to undergo a process of immense change, and the change needs to come from within, and it needs to be lead by the secular leaning, educated Islam of the West. It is no good denying the religion of the bombers. I can deny Fred Phelps' Christianity but it doesn't make him not a Christian.

Of course we have no right to blame all British Muslims for what happened yesterday, and the avalanche of hate e-mail and reported attacks on Islamic interests in Britain since yesterday is truly sickening. But I really firmly believe that Islam needs to take the initiative and get its house in order. Denying that the terrorists have anything to do with Islam is no longer the way forward. Confronting the evil within is.

As for what took place yesterday, my shock has turned to anger, and there are feelings over which I feel guilty. In some sense, there's relief that we've 'had' our attack now and, by all accounts, Al Qaeda do not seem to be in the habit of conducting 'campaigns' like the IRA. I feel fairly confident in saying I don't think there'll be another one in these parts. Then there's fear where the next one may be? Rome? Sydney?

Listening to the radio earlier, a studio discussion turns to competing theories as to whether or not this was a suicide attack. There seems to be some hope that it was, for if we catch them what will we do with them? The Sun and the Mail will call for the rope and the scaffold, and although I live to the left of the political spectrum and am naturally against the death penalty, my anger at them makes me want to see them suffer: I am only human, it appears.

I can't say I think pride is the right word to describe the sense one gets of being part of this city after the bombings. But I can say I feel satisfaction in the behaviour and conduct and civilised, beautiful stoicism of the people around and about me - the one person on my friends list who quoted the Smiths lyric: 'panic on the streets of London' should know how completely wrong I think they got it. Panic is not the word for me, as pride is not the right word for me. Panic, if it happened at all, was quiet and restrained and not at all panicky. So today I'm satisfied and strangely calm, and my love for the city I already loved is not dimmed.

As for 'burning in fear' I say pfah. We're cool. Even if we're in the wrong over Iraq, we're in the right here. And to you who would dispute our right to live as we like, you can go stick your head in a bucket. Because it's going to be okay. We have counted to a hundred and we are coming to find you now, and we will not stop until every Londoner has slapped you in the face with their shoes.

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