by Conor Friedersdorf

Claire Berlinski has the answer:

That they do is a proposition so easily verifiable that I don't even have to leave my apartment to do it. I can just look out the window.

Elsewhere in the same post:

I've just walked down a street filled literally with thousands of Moslems of exactly the kind many people are seriously arguing do not exist. I saw them with my own eyes, as I have every day for the past five years. With so many other questions in the world, why waste time debating this? Book a ticket to Istanbul, spend an afternoon here, have a lovely time, drink some tea, meet friendly, tolerant, warm, welcoming Moslems (mostly), and see for yourself. They exist! They're my neighbors and my friends! Bab├╝r, is there anyone at our gym, for example, who would not describe himself as a Moslem? Would any member of our gym endorse terrorism, honor killing, forcing me to wear the hijab, or subjecting me to a dhimmi tax? The idea is so absurd it's beyond discussion -- and yet we're discussing it.

This is a bit off topic, but since I'm covering for Andrew, I feel remiss in linking another post by Ms. Berlinski without mentioning that she is the author of a book on why Margaret Thatcher matters. I'd love to see the two of them discuss that one day.

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