You may have heard that ISIS blew up Jonah's tomb last month. Specifically it seems to have blown up the Mosque of the Prophet Yunus, which was built over the part of Nineveh's ruins traditionally said to be Jonah's tomb. (Nineveh's ruins are about a foot and a half from modern-day Mosul, which is a bad place to be generally if you don't want the hell bombed out of you.) Last I checked, Nebi Yunus ("Prophet Jonah," the mound said to be Jonah's tomb) is thought by archaeologists to be probably the remains of Nineveh's arsenal; they haven't been able to excavate it to make sure, you see, because there was this big old mosque in the way. Well, that's not a problem anymore. So archaeologically, this may even prove to be a happy turn of events. And I'm not too busted up about the idea of Jonah's tomb being ruined, because (a) he's got spares (one in the ruins of his hometown, Gath-hepher, and one in Sarafand, Lebanon, and those are just the ones I can remember off the top of my head) and (b) dude's immortal, we wrote him down, you can't do what God would not and destroy him, you shithead extremists. But along with Iraq's Christians and non-ISIS Muslims, I mourn the loss of a beautiful and beloved shrine. That's the real atrocity here, that ISIS just up and destroyed something people loved and believed brought them closer to God. The hateful arrogance of that enrages me.
But at the same time, of course, I can imagine Jonah, undying Jonah, crowing with delight as part of Nineveh goes up in smoke. BLOW IT UP MORE! he would yell. He was pretty hatefully arrogant too.