Second Thoughts about Islam

Let's just consider the water gardens at Kashan, Iran (completed 1531), which, without modern hydraulic technology, pumps or siphons, and with only gravity-flow to direct the course of a spring coming out of a nearby hillside, have reproduced to the satisfaction of Believer and non-Believer alike, the River(s) of Paradise as described with idealized, parched, Tantalizing Sehnsucht by Allah Himself in the Holy Qu'ran.  Frankly, if it were only for the great number and beauty of Islamic water gardens, from Spain to Kashmir, I might consider converting to Islam.  

The sexism--complete disparagement of the female sex, which I guess I must acknowledge as central to Islam--doesn't bother me (Indeed, when I notice it, I rather enjoy it or am amused by it); nor even am I troubled by the historically quite recent ideology of anti-homosexuality.  We have seen, in numerous French (gay male) pornographic films of the past four or five decades that the uncircumcised 'Beur' is, if anything, more photogenically and animalistically virile than his mutilated countryman--a revelation for which we thank the intransigeant, classical humanism of French medical doctors. The time, after all, will come--when the CIA and MOSSAD and their peculiar, sadistic interest in tormenting, harassing, reviling and persecuting (robbing, raping and despoiling) the Islamic peoples of the world, will have faded into the annals of no-longer-profitable iniquity, like the horrific piracies and genocides of the Crusades--and those whom I call the Comely First Race (Ossetians, Pashtou, Arabs, Hamites, Iranians, Bengalis, Aryan Hindus) will at long last, after so many centuries of oppression, be free once more to do what they have ever done when unmolested: Build gardens and orchards, write poetry, and in dreams envision the mathematics that lie at the heart of the universe.