Places run by these kinds of Muslims are dark, backward places. Don’t let it happen here.

Palmer’s, a bar on Minneapolis’ West Bank, has been a fixture of the community it has served for 119 years. Locals even called it “the heart of the city” because it brought people together. It has now been permanently closed. It is to become a mosque.

Islamist ideology bans alcohol, music, and dancing. Pork and dogs are considered dirty and are frowned upon at best.

It is no wonder that most countries that are in the thrall of Islamism, and are populated by these kinds of Muslims are dark places that have not evolved much from the 7th or 8th centuries.

Traditionally, we in the West have proposed a toast to those we love, to honor someone, to recognize or enshrine a memory, or to acknowledge the passing of a loved one — or of time.

Usually with a beverage containing alcohol. We may drink to someone’s memory, or to a principle with which we agree.

Music is the soundtrack of civilization.

We dance to express joy or to bond with another.

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Pork is tasty and perhaps a healthier choice than red meat.

Dogs have evolved along with human beings, and, for some, truly are their best friends.

If we accede to the dictates of Islamist ideology, if native American citizens assimilate to the values of this brand of Muslim rather than vice versa, if we stop toasting, singing, and dancing, we will lose much of the joy in our lives, much of what makes us human. And we will have turned our back on our own values.

When the music’s over, we won’t have to turn off the lights, because it will already be dark.

So let’s drink a cup of cheer again

And share a dance one last time

Let’s make a toast to freedom again

For these are the days of Auld Lang Syne.

So, “Dry January” be damned, I’m going to drink a toast to President Trump — and Making America American Again.

And then I’m going to put on some Toby Keith and pet my golden retriever.

If we accede to the dictates of Islamist ideology, if native American citizens assimilate to the values of this brand of Muslim rather than vice versa, if we stop toasting, singing, and dancing, we will lose much of the joy in our lives, much of what makes us human. And we will have turned our back on our own values.

When the music’s over, we won’t have to turn off the lights, because it will already be dark.

So let’s drink a cup of cheer again

And share a dance one last time

Let’s make a toast to freedom again

For these are the days of Auld Lang Syne.

So, “Dry January” be damned, I’m going to drink a toast to President Trump — and Making America American Again.

And then I’m going to put on some Toby Keith and pet my golden retriever.

Eric Utter, American Thinker