Why is it that every time I hear the name “The Red Mosque” (for that jihadi mosque in Pakistan) all I can really think of is “The Mosque of the Red Death?”
They never should have shown us that movie in junior high. Brrr. Vincent Price was the bogeyman of my youth. Between that, “The Last Man on Earth,” and “The Fly,” he haunted my childhood dreams.
But back to The Mosque of the Red Death: Yeah. It is.
I wonder what the tally of women and children will be by the time this ends.