I do not know of anyone in my circle that is looking forward to the presidential election of 2016. It is a sad time as we consider the process of choosing between two candidates that many wish would just go away. But they are not going to go away and we will either vote for one of them, waste a vote on a third party candidate, or stay at home and not vote.
Russell Moore, who heads up the Southern Baptist Ethics and Religious Liberty Commission, would like to simplify your choice for you. He says if a person stands up to Donald Trump, he will "be on the right side of Jesus." That makes about as much sense as when the mother of James and John wanted one of her sons to be on the either side of Jesus. I would hope that everyone has a better reason to cast a vote than just standing up to Donald Trump.
Let me make it perfectly clear, I don't like Donald Trump and I dislike Hillary Clinton even more, but I will cast my vote based upon the following issues. Whichever candidate supports things that I hold dear to my heart will receive my vote. I am opposed to killing infants in the womb. If there were no other issues, this one alone would secure my vote. A nation that will kill infants in the womb will also eventually allow the old people to die.
Secondly, I believe I have a right to own a gun. I want to know where these candidates stand on taking away the right of Americans to bear arms.
I think our borders, north and south, must be protected. I have many dear friends who arrived here from Mexico. I never asked how they crossed the border. Some of them became naturalized citizens, some married American citizens, some were born here but I still say close the border. If children can walk across the border, you would be stupid to think that a terrorist would not do so also.
We must be extremely cautious in admitting the war refugees and make certain that no terrorists have infiltrated the group.
Any individual wishing to come to America should be willing to come desiring to assimilate into the mainstream life. Do not expect us to give you a handout. Leave your flag behind, we have enough flag problems. There is only one set of laws in America. If you love your set of laws stay where you are. Over a period of 300+ years we have developed a culture and for some of you our eating habits may be different than yours. You know that when you come. Don't even claim that seeing an advertisement for a pork chop offends you. You don't have to eat it and we will not be offended when you don't. You did not like the country you left, so don't try to make this country like the one you left, obviously you didn't like it.
I could go on for some time, and probably will later; but these are a few of the things that will shape the final decision for who I will vote for, not whether it is Democrat or Republican, not whether it is male or female, certainly not whether it is Trump or Clinton.
Monday, May 9, 2016
Thursday, February 25, 2016
The Old Man and the Dog
Once again I have resorted to printing a complete article in the blog. I do not know the author. This was sent to me in an email. I touched my heart, I hope it will touch yours.
A beautiful story. Worth the couple of minutes it takes to read it.
Watch out! You nearly broad-sided that car!" My father yelled at me. "Can't
you do anything right?" Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head
toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A
lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another
battle. "I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving.
My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really
felt. Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled
back.
At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my
thoughts.... dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The
rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do
about him?
Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon. He had enjoyed being
outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of
nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed
often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to
his prowess.
The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log,
he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone,
straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about
his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger
man.
Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance
sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood
and oxygen flowing. At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating
room. He was lucky; he survived But something inside Dad died.. His zest for
life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions
and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of
visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left
alone.
My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We
hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.
Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed
nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became
frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick We
began to bicker and argue.
Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up
weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he
prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind. But the months wore
on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do
it.
The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the
mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to
each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain. Just when I was giving
up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that
might help you! Let me go get the article....." I listened as she
read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All
of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their
attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for
a dog.
I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a
questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of
disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each
contained five to seven dogs Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black
dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each
one but rejected one after the other for various reasons: too big, too
small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the
far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat
down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a
caricature of the breed. Years had etched his face and muzzle with
shades of gray. His hip bones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was
his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me
unwaveringly. I pointed to the dog. "Can you tell me about him?" The officer
looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out
of nowhere and sat in front of the gate We brought him in, figuring someone
would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard
nothing. His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly. As the
words sank in I turned to the man in horror. "You mean you're going to kill
him?" "Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room
for every unclaimed dog."
I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. "I'll
take him," I said. I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me.
When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out
of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch. "Ta-da! Look what I got
for you, Dad!" I said excitedly. Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in
disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have
picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want
it" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the
house.
Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my
temples. "You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!" Dad
ignored me. "Did you hear me, Dad?" I screamed. At those words Dad whirled
angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with
hate. We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the
pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in
front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw... Dad's lower
jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger
in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging
the animal.
It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer
Cheyenne . Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long
hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks
of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday
services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at is
feet. Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three
years. Dad's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends.. Then
late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne 's cold nose burrowing
through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night.
I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his
bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the
night.
Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead
beside Dad's bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on.
As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked
the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of
mind.
The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the
way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for
family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made
filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both
Dad and the dog who had changed his life. And then the pastor turned
to Hebrews 13:2. "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by
this some have entertained angels without knowing it." "I've often
thanked God for sending that angel," he said.
For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen
before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article...
Cheyenne 's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter... his calm
acceptance and complete devotion to my father.... and the proximity of their
deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers
after all.
Life is too short for drama or petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and
forgive quickly. Live while you are alive. Forgive now those who made you
cry. You might not get a second chance. And if you don't send this to anyone
-- no one will know. But do share this with someone. Lost time can never be
found.
God answers our prayers in His time... not ours...
AMEN?..
Subject:
NOT SURE IF THIS IS TRUE BUT IT IS NICE!
A beautiful story. Worth the couple of minutes it takes to read it.
Watch out! You nearly broad-sided that car!" My father yelled at me. "Can't
you do anything right?" Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head
toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A
lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another
battle. "I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving.
My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really
felt. Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled
back.
At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my
thoughts.... dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The
rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do
about him?
Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon. He had enjoyed being
outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of
nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed
often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to
his prowess.
The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log,
he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone,
straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about
his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger
man.
Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance
sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood
and oxygen flowing. At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating
room. He was lucky; he survived But something inside Dad died.. His zest for
life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions
and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of
visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left
alone.
My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We
hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.
Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed
nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became
frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick We
began to bicker and argue.
Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up
weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he
prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind. But the months wore
on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do
it.
The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the
mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to
each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain. Just when I was giving
up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that
might help you! Let me go get the article....." I listened as she
read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All
of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their
attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for
a dog.
I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a
questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of
disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each
contained five to seven dogs Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black
dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each
one but rejected one after the other for various reasons: too big, too
small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the
far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat
down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a
caricature of the breed. Years had etched his face and muzzle with
shades of gray. His hip bones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was
his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me
unwaveringly. I pointed to the dog. "Can you tell me about him?" The officer
looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out
of nowhere and sat in front of the gate We brought him in, figuring someone
would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard
nothing. His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly. As the
words sank in I turned to the man in horror. "You mean you're going to kill
him?" "Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room
for every unclaimed dog."
I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. "I'll
take him," I said. I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me.
When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out
of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch. "Ta-da! Look what I got
for you, Dad!" I said excitedly. Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in
disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have
picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want
it" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the
house.
Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my
temples. "You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!" Dad
ignored me. "Did you hear me, Dad?" I screamed. At those words Dad whirled
angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with
hate. We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the
pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in
front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw... Dad's lower
jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger
in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging
the animal.
It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer
Cheyenne . Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long
hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks
of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday
services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at is
feet. Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three
years. Dad's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends.. Then
late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne 's cold nose burrowing
through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night.
I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his
bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the
night.
Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead
beside Dad's bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on.
As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked
the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of
mind.
The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the
way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for
family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made
filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both
Dad and the dog who had changed his life. And then the pastor turned
to Hebrews 13:2. "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by
this some have entertained angels without knowing it." "I've often
thanked God for sending that angel," he said.
For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen
before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article...
Cheyenne 's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter... his calm
acceptance and complete devotion to my father.... and the proximity of their
deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers
after all.
Life is too short for drama or petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and
forgive quickly. Live while you are alive. Forgive now those who made you
cry. You might not get a second chance. And if you don't send this to anyone
-- no one will know. But do share this with someone. Lost time can never be
found.
God answers our prayers in His time... not ours...
AMEN?..
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
The Lights Are Going Out All Over Europe.
The enemy calls it Islamophobia. I have no fear of Islam. I have no fear of snakes. However every poisonous one around my family, I kill. I would not go out and bring them into my yard. Yet we are letting the enemy do just that. Read and pass on if you feel like it in any way.
"Dear Friends,
Thank you very much for inviting me. I come to America with a mission. All is not well in the old world.
There is a tremendous danger looming, and it is very difficult to be optimistic.
We might be in the final stages of the Islamization of Europe. This not only is a clear and present danger to the future of Europe itself, it is a threat to America and the sheer survival of the West. The United States as the last bastion of Western civilization, facing an Islamic Europe.
First I will describe the situation on the ground in Europe. Then, I will say a few things about Islam. To close I will tell you about a meeting in Jerusalem.
The Europe you know is changing.
You have probably seen the landmarks. But in all of these cities, sometimes a few blocks away from your tourist destination, there is another world. It is the world of the parallel society created by Muslim mass-migration.
All throughout Europe a new reality is rising: entire Muslim neighborhoods where very few indigenous people reside or are even seen. And if they are, they might regret it. This goes for the police as well. It's the world of head scarves, where women walk around in figureless tents, with baby strollers and a group of children. Their husbands, or slaveholders if you prefer, walk three steps ahead. With mosques on many street corners. The shops have signs you and I cannot read. You will be hard-pressed to find any economic activity. These are Muslim ghettos controlled by religious fanatics. These are Muslim neighborhoods, and they are mushrooming in every city across Europe. These are the building-blocks for territorial control of increasingly larger portions of Europe, street by street, neighborhood by neighborhood, city by city.
There are now thousands of mosques throughout Europe With larger congregations than there are in churches. And in every European city there are plans to build super-mosques that will dwarf every church in the region. Clearly, the signal is: we rule.
Many European cities are already one-quarter Muslim: just take Amsterdam, Marseilles and Malmo in Sweden. In many cities the majority of the under-18 population is Muslim. Paris is now surrounded by a ring of Muslim neighborhoods. Mohammad is the most popular name among boys in many cities.
In some elementary schools in Amsterdam the farm can no longer be mentioned, because that would also mean mentioning the pig, and that would be an insult to Muslims.
Many state schools in Belgium and Denmark only serve halal food to all pupils. In once-tolerant Amsterdam gays are beaten up almost exclusively by Muslims. Non-Muslim women routinely hear 'whore, whore'. Satellite dishes are not pointed to local TV stations, but to stations in the country of origin.
In France school teachers are advised to avoid authors deemed offensive to Muslims, including Voltaire and Diderot; the same is increasingly true of Darwin. The history of the Holocaust can no longer be taught because of Muslim sensitivity.
In England sharia courts are now officially part of the British legal system. Many neighborhoods in France are no-go areas for women without head scarves. Last week a man almost died after being beaten up by Muslims in Brussels, because he was drinking during the Ramadan.
Jews are fleeing France in record numbers, on the run for the worst wave of anti-Semitism since World War II. French is now commonly spoken on the streets of Tel Aviv and Netanya, Israel. I could go on forever with stories like this. Stories about Islamization.
A total of fifty-four million Muslims now live in Europe. San Diego University recently calculated that a staggering 25 percent of the population in Europe will be Muslim just 12 years from now. Bernhardt Lewis has predicted a Muslim majority by the end of this century.
Now these are just numbers. And the numbers would not be threatening if the Muslim-immigrants had a strong desire to assimilate. But there are few signs of that. The Pew Research Center reported that half of French Muslims see their loyalty to Islam as greater than their loyalty to France. One-third of French Muslims do not object to suicide attacks. The British Centre for Social Cohesion reported that one-third of British Muslim students are in favor of a worldwide caliphate Muslims demand what they call 'respect'. And this is how we give them respect. We have Muslim official state holidays.
The Christian-Democratic attorney general is willing to accept sharia in the Netherlands if there is a Muslim majority.
We have cabinet members with passports from Morocco and Turkey.
Muslim demands are supported by unlawful behavior, ranging from petty crimes and random violence, for example against ambulance workers and bus drivers, to small-scale riots. Paris has seen its uprising in the low-income suburbs, the banlieus. I call the perpetrators settler's. Because that is what they are. They do not come to integrate into our societies; they come to integrate our society into their Dar-al-Islam. Therefore, they are settlers.
Much of this street violence I mentioned is directed exclusively against non-Muslims, forcing many native people to leave their neighborhoods, their cities, their countries. Moreover, Muslims are now a swing vote not to be ignored.
The second thing you need to know is the importance of Mohammed the prophet. His behavior is an example to all Muslims and cannot be criticized. Now, if Mohammed had been a man of peace, let us say like Ghandi and Mother Theresa wrapped in one, there would be no problem. But Mohammed was a warlord, a mass murderer, a pedophile, and had several marriages - at the same time. Islamic tradition tells us how he fought in battles, how he had his enemies murdered and even had prisoners of war executed. Mohammad himself slaughtered the Jewish tribe of Banu Qurayza. If it is good for Islam, it is good. If it is bad for Islam, it is bad.
Let no one fool you about Islam being a religion. Sure, it has a god, and a here-after, and 72 virgins. But in its essence Islam is a political ideology. It is a system that lays down detailed rules for society and the life of every person. Islam wants to dictate every aspect of life. Islam means 'submission'. Islam is not compatible with freedom and democracy, because what it strives for is Sharia. If you want to compare Islam to anything, compare it to communism or national-socialism, these are all totalitarian ideologies.
Now you know why Winston Churchill called Islam 'the most retrograde force in the world', and why he compared Mein Kampf to the Quran. The public has wholeheartedly accepted the Palestinian narrative, and sees Israel as the aggressor. I have lived in this country and visited it dozens of times. I support Israel. First, because it is the Jewish homeland after two thousand years of exile up to and including Auschwitz. Second because it is a democracy. And third because Israel is our first line of defense.
This tiny country is situated on the fault line of jihad, frustrating Islam's territorial advance. Israel is facing the front lines of jihad, like Kashmir, Kosovo, the Philippines, Southern Thailand, Darfur in Sudan, Lebanon, and Aceh in Indonesia. Israel is simply in the way. The same way West-Berlin was during the Cold War.
The war against Israel is not a war against Israel. It is a war against the West. It is jihad. Israel is simply receiving the blows that are meant for all of us. If there would have been no Israel, Islamic imperialism would have found other venues to release its energy and its desire for conquest. Thanks to Israeli parents who send their children to the army and lay awake at night, parents in Europe and America can sleep well and dream, unaware of the dangers looming.
Many in Europe argue in favor of abandoning Israel in order to address the grievances of our Muslim minorities. But if Israel were, God forbid, to go down, it would not bring any solace to the West. It would not mean our Muslim minorities would all of a sudden change their behavior, and accept our values. On the contrary, the end of Israel would give enormous encouragement to the forces of Islam. They would, and rightly so, see the demise of Israel as proof that the West is weak, and doomed. The end of Israel would not mean the end of our problems with Islam, but only the beginning. It would mean the start of the final battle for world domination. If they can get Israel, they can get everything. So-called journalists volunteer to label any and all critics of Islam as a 'right-wing extremists' or 'racists'. In my country, the Netherlands, 60 percent of the population now sees the mass immigration of Muslims as the number one policy mistake since World War II. And another 60 percent sees Islam as the biggest threat. Yet there is a greater danger than terrorist attacks, the scenario of America as the last man standing. The lights may go out in Europe faster than you can imagine. An Islamic Europe means a Europe without freedom and democracy, an economic wasteland, an intellectual nightmare, and a loss of military might for America - as its allies will turn into enemies, enemies with atomic bombs. With an Islamic Europe, it would be up to America alone to preserve the heritage of Rome, Athens and Jerusalem
Dear friends, Liberty is the most precious of gifts. My generation never had to fight for this freedom, it was offered to us on a silver platter, by people who fought for it with their lives. All throughout Europe, American cemeteries remind us of the young boys who never made it home, and whose memory we cherish. My generation does not own this freedom; we are merely its custodians. We can only hand over this hard won liberty to Europe's children in the same state in which it was offered to us. We cannot strike a deal with mullahs and imams. Future generations would never forgive us. We cannot squander our liberties. We simply do not have the right to do so.
We have to take the necessary action now to stop this Islamic stupidity from destroying the free world that we know.
Nothing funny about this one. Snopes says the speech is properly
attributed:
Here is the speech of Geert Wilders, Chairman,
Party for Freedom, the Netherlands, at the Four Seasons, New York,
introducing an Alliance of Patriots and announcing the Facing Jihad
Conference in Jerusalem.
The Lights are Going
Out All Over Europe
Geert Wilders is a Dutch
Member of Parliament
In a generation or two,
the US will ask itself: "Who lost Europe?"
"Dear Friends,
Thank you very much for inviting me. I come to America with a mission. All is not well in the old world.
There is a tremendous danger looming, and it is very difficult to be optimistic.
We might be in the final stages of the Islamization of Europe. This not only is a clear and present danger to the future of Europe itself, it is a threat to America and the sheer survival of the West. The United States as the last bastion of Western civilization, facing an Islamic Europe.
First I will describe the situation on the ground in Europe. Then, I will say a few things about Islam. To close I will tell you about a meeting in Jerusalem.
The Europe you know is changing.
You have probably seen the landmarks. But in all of these cities, sometimes a few blocks away from your tourist destination, there is another world. It is the world of the parallel society created by Muslim mass-migration.
All throughout Europe a new reality is rising: entire Muslim neighborhoods where very few indigenous people reside or are even seen. And if they are, they might regret it. This goes for the police as well. It's the world of head scarves, where women walk around in figureless tents, with baby strollers and a group of children. Their husbands, or slaveholders if you prefer, walk three steps ahead. With mosques on many street corners. The shops have signs you and I cannot read. You will be hard-pressed to find any economic activity. These are Muslim ghettos controlled by religious fanatics. These are Muslim neighborhoods, and they are mushrooming in every city across Europe. These are the building-blocks for territorial control of increasingly larger portions of Europe, street by street, neighborhood by neighborhood, city by city.
There are now thousands of mosques throughout Europe With larger congregations than there are in churches. And in every European city there are plans to build super-mosques that will dwarf every church in the region. Clearly, the signal is: we rule.
Many European cities are already one-quarter Muslim: just take Amsterdam, Marseilles and Malmo in Sweden. In many cities the majority of the under-18 population is Muslim. Paris is now surrounded by a ring of Muslim neighborhoods. Mohammad is the most popular name among boys in many cities.
In some elementary schools in Amsterdam the farm can no longer be mentioned, because that would also mean mentioning the pig, and that would be an insult to Muslims.
Many state schools in Belgium and Denmark only serve halal food to all pupils. In once-tolerant Amsterdam gays are beaten up almost exclusively by Muslims. Non-Muslim women routinely hear 'whore, whore'. Satellite dishes are not pointed to local TV stations, but to stations in the country of origin.
In France school teachers are advised to avoid authors deemed offensive to Muslims, including Voltaire and Diderot; the same is increasingly true of Darwin. The history of the Holocaust can no longer be taught because of Muslim sensitivity.
In England sharia courts are now officially part of the British legal system. Many neighborhoods in France are no-go areas for women without head scarves. Last week a man almost died after being beaten up by Muslims in Brussels, because he was drinking during the Ramadan.
Jews are fleeing France in record numbers, on the run for the worst wave of anti-Semitism since World War II. French is now commonly spoken on the streets of Tel Aviv and Netanya, Israel. I could go on forever with stories like this. Stories about Islamization.
A total of fifty-four million Muslims now live in Europe. San Diego University recently calculated that a staggering 25 percent of the population in Europe will be Muslim just 12 years from now. Bernhardt Lewis has predicted a Muslim majority by the end of this century.
Now these are just numbers. And the numbers would not be threatening if the Muslim-immigrants had a strong desire to assimilate. But there are few signs of that. The Pew Research Center reported that half of French Muslims see their loyalty to Islam as greater than their loyalty to France. One-third of French Muslims do not object to suicide attacks. The British Centre for Social Cohesion reported that one-third of British Muslim students are in favor of a worldwide caliphate Muslims demand what they call 'respect'. And this is how we give them respect. We have Muslim official state holidays.
The Christian-Democratic attorney general is willing to accept sharia in the Netherlands if there is a Muslim majority.
We have cabinet members with passports from Morocco and Turkey.
Muslim demands are supported by unlawful behavior, ranging from petty crimes and random violence, for example against ambulance workers and bus drivers, to small-scale riots. Paris has seen its uprising in the low-income suburbs, the banlieus. I call the perpetrators settler's. Because that is what they are. They do not come to integrate into our societies; they come to integrate our society into their Dar-al-Islam. Therefore, they are settlers.
Much of this street violence I mentioned is directed exclusively against non-Muslims, forcing many native people to leave their neighborhoods, their cities, their countries. Moreover, Muslims are now a swing vote not to be ignored.
The second thing you need to know is the importance of Mohammed the prophet. His behavior is an example to all Muslims and cannot be criticized. Now, if Mohammed had been a man of peace, let us say like Ghandi and Mother Theresa wrapped in one, there would be no problem. But Mohammed was a warlord, a mass murderer, a pedophile, and had several marriages - at the same time. Islamic tradition tells us how he fought in battles, how he had his enemies murdered and even had prisoners of war executed. Mohammad himself slaughtered the Jewish tribe of Banu Qurayza. If it is good for Islam, it is good. If it is bad for Islam, it is bad.
Let no one fool you about Islam being a religion. Sure, it has a god, and a here-after, and 72 virgins. But in its essence Islam is a political ideology. It is a system that lays down detailed rules for society and the life of every person. Islam wants to dictate every aspect of life. Islam means 'submission'. Islam is not compatible with freedom and democracy, because what it strives for is Sharia. If you want to compare Islam to anything, compare it to communism or national-socialism, these are all totalitarian ideologies.
Now you know why Winston Churchill called Islam 'the most retrograde force in the world', and why he compared Mein Kampf to the Quran. The public has wholeheartedly accepted the Palestinian narrative, and sees Israel as the aggressor. I have lived in this country and visited it dozens of times. I support Israel. First, because it is the Jewish homeland after two thousand years of exile up to and including Auschwitz. Second because it is a democracy. And third because Israel is our first line of defense.
This tiny country is situated on the fault line of jihad, frustrating Islam's territorial advance. Israel is facing the front lines of jihad, like Kashmir, Kosovo, the Philippines, Southern Thailand, Darfur in Sudan, Lebanon, and Aceh in Indonesia. Israel is simply in the way. The same way West-Berlin was during the Cold War.
The war against Israel is not a war against Israel. It is a war against the West. It is jihad. Israel is simply receiving the blows that are meant for all of us. If there would have been no Israel, Islamic imperialism would have found other venues to release its energy and its desire for conquest. Thanks to Israeli parents who send their children to the army and lay awake at night, parents in Europe and America can sleep well and dream, unaware of the dangers looming.
Many in Europe argue in favor of abandoning Israel in order to address the grievances of our Muslim minorities. But if Israel were, God forbid, to go down, it would not bring any solace to the West. It would not mean our Muslim minorities would all of a sudden change their behavior, and accept our values. On the contrary, the end of Israel would give enormous encouragement to the forces of Islam. They would, and rightly so, see the demise of Israel as proof that the West is weak, and doomed. The end of Israel would not mean the end of our problems with Islam, but only the beginning. It would mean the start of the final battle for world domination. If they can get Israel, they can get everything. So-called journalists volunteer to label any and all critics of Islam as a 'right-wing extremists' or 'racists'. In my country, the Netherlands, 60 percent of the population now sees the mass immigration of Muslims as the number one policy mistake since World War II. And another 60 percent sees Islam as the biggest threat. Yet there is a greater danger than terrorist attacks, the scenario of America as the last man standing. The lights may go out in Europe faster than you can imagine. An Islamic Europe means a Europe without freedom and democracy, an economic wasteland, an intellectual nightmare, and a loss of military might for America - as its allies will turn into enemies, enemies with atomic bombs. With an Islamic Europe, it would be up to America alone to preserve the heritage of Rome, Athens and Jerusalem
Dear friends, Liberty is the most precious of gifts. My generation never had to fight for this freedom, it was offered to us on a silver platter, by people who fought for it with their lives. All throughout Europe, American cemeteries remind us of the young boys who never made it home, and whose memory we cherish. My generation does not own this freedom; we are merely its custodians. We can only hand over this hard won liberty to Europe's children in the same state in which it was offered to us. We cannot strike a deal with mullahs and imams. Future generations would never forgive us. We cannot squander our liberties. We simply do not have the right to do so.
We have to take the necessary action now to stop this Islamic stupidity from destroying the free world that we know.
Please take the
time to read and understand what is written here, please send it to every
free person that you know - it is so very important."
Monday, November 30, 2015
Understanding the Times
It does not take a rocket
scientist to understand the times which are upon us now. Drastic times call for drastic measures. It is past time to lay aside all of the
political correctness that is used in order to make rights look wrong and
wrongs look right.
Today every senator and
congressman must take a stand and vote the convictions of their constituents
that sent them to Washington in the first place. I get the feeling that the majority of both
Democrats and Republicans will vote contrary to the betterment of the nation,
if it will aid their party. Those people
must be brought home from Washington or better yet vote them out of office and
leave them up there.
It seems like the more power
that the individuals have or seek to have, the more corrupt they become. They will lie or twist the truth if it benefits
the party. Hillary Clinton seemingly
cannot tell the truth. She will lie about
small things that mean seemingly nothing at all : We were broke when we left the white house:
We came under sniper fire; I tried to join the Marines; The Muslim religion is
a peaceful religion. Anything to get a
vote. Don't forget President Obama still
things the greatest threat to America is global warming. I suppose that is his justification for
leaving the border open and inviting the enemy to come home and have lunch with
us. He tried to tug at the nation's
heartstrings when he talked about the widows and orphans that were
refugees. Sounds like a good division
line to me, let's allow the widows and orphans in and keep the rest out. Even then one of the widows may have designs
upon becoming the first woman suicide bomber in America.
Most liberals don't want to hear
it, but the President's Muslim leanings
constantly show through. Remember he
said, "The future must not belong to those who would slander the prophet
of Islam." Put that in the proper
context when he sat in church and listened to his pastor use God's name in
vain. To you nay-sayers which is worse
to slander a prophet of a religion or use God's name in vain. He should have told Reverend(?) Wright,
"The future must not belong to those who use God's name in vain." But
he could not do that because of his upbringing.
Don't forget he said the sweetest sound in the world was the Muslim call
to prayer.
Hillary said we are not at war
with Islam. I think she used the wrong
pronoun; she is not at war with Islam, but apparently most of the world
is. If we are not at war with them we
will cease to exist as the nation we now are.
They are at war with us and it is very difficult to have a single sided
war.
Thursday, November 12, 2015
The squeaking wheel gets the greese!!
Always remember that there are two sides to every story. The demonstrations that occurred on the campus of the University of Missouri is a prime example of that. It matters not what the demonstration is going to be about, you will find someone who is willing to demonstrate with you. It is possible that you can get others to go along with you even if you yourself are not even remotely connected with the demonstration.
Enter one Johnathon Butler who avowed that he was "oppressed" and referred to "white privilege". However, it appears that Johnathon Butler is far from being "oppressed" and certainly is far more "privileged" than 90% of the people in the United States, all races included. It is reported that his father, Eric L. Butler, is executive vice-president of Union Pacific Railroad and the poor family only made 8.4 million dollars in 2014. Most of us could stand to be a little more oppressed, if he is oppressed.
That being his lowly state in life he decides to go on a hunger strike and throw in a few demands along the way. I have no doubt that many of the incidents that were mentioned actually happened. But some of the things that it was reported that he was upset about were dubious at the very best.
One of the complaints was that the President of University of Missouri, President Wolf, did not respond adequately in the aftermath of the shooting in Ferguson, Missouri of Michael Brown. That translates into the fact that President Wolf did not disagree with the preponderance of the evidence as gleaned by a grand jury.
Another tremendous oppression was that the graduate students were "being robbed of their health insurance." Where has he been for the last few years when everyone else were struggling with the drastic changes brought about by Obama care. Maybe he should take that up with the President of the United States instead of the President of the University of Missouri.
But on second thought, why should he not take that approach, it has worked wonderfully for Al Sharpton and Jessie Jackson. He may be the next great leader in that respect.
Enter one Johnathon Butler who avowed that he was "oppressed" and referred to "white privilege". However, it appears that Johnathon Butler is far from being "oppressed" and certainly is far more "privileged" than 90% of the people in the United States, all races included. It is reported that his father, Eric L. Butler, is executive vice-president of Union Pacific Railroad and the poor family only made 8.4 million dollars in 2014. Most of us could stand to be a little more oppressed, if he is oppressed.
That being his lowly state in life he decides to go on a hunger strike and throw in a few demands along the way. I have no doubt that many of the incidents that were mentioned actually happened. But some of the things that it was reported that he was upset about were dubious at the very best.
One of the complaints was that the President of University of Missouri, President Wolf, did not respond adequately in the aftermath of the shooting in Ferguson, Missouri of Michael Brown. That translates into the fact that President Wolf did not disagree with the preponderance of the evidence as gleaned by a grand jury.
Another tremendous oppression was that the graduate students were "being robbed of their health insurance." Where has he been for the last few years when everyone else were struggling with the drastic changes brought about by Obama care. Maybe he should take that up with the President of the United States instead of the President of the University of Missouri.
But on second thought, why should he not take that approach, it has worked wonderfully for Al Sharpton and Jessie Jackson. He may be the next great leader in that respect.
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Say, It Ain't So
It seems to me that there is someone out there who sits around and tries to think up the most absurd things that they can. I think they have finally succeeded. The federal government is contemplating cutting off all funds to the schools that do not allow transgender persons to use the same dressing, showering, bathroom privileges, etc as the other sex. Let me see if I have that correct. A boy who identifies as being a girl can go into the girls showers and shower with them or a girl who identifies as being a boy can go into the boys shower and shower with them.
Now there is no way of predicting the feelings of everyone involved, but I would think most of the girls would be offended with the nude "male looking body" being in there and probably some of the boys would welcome the "female looking body" to be showering with them.
I will try to look at this as reasonably as I can. For centuries we have identified two different sexes--male and female. Because of this identification, many places have tried to accommodate both groups by providing separate facilities for dressing, showering, bathroom usage, etc. Now, who could possibly be offended, since we have a third way of identifying people, that we have three separate facilities, one for each--male, female and transgender. Surely, those identifying as a transgender should not bother using a single transgender facility since they are wanting to use one that is not like them anyway. Of course this would be a temporary arrangement until the proper surgery has been performed to transfer them into the particular sex that they are identifying with.
Gosh, that would never work because it is to reasonable and obviously not politically correct.
Now there is no way of predicting the feelings of everyone involved, but I would think most of the girls would be offended with the nude "male looking body" being in there and probably some of the boys would welcome the "female looking body" to be showering with them.
I will try to look at this as reasonably as I can. For centuries we have identified two different sexes--male and female. Because of this identification, many places have tried to accommodate both groups by providing separate facilities for dressing, showering, bathroom usage, etc. Now, who could possibly be offended, since we have a third way of identifying people, that we have three separate facilities, one for each--male, female and transgender. Surely, those identifying as a transgender should not bother using a single transgender facility since they are wanting to use one that is not like them anyway. Of course this would be a temporary arrangement until the proper surgery has been performed to transfer them into the particular sex that they are identifying with.
Gosh, that would never work because it is to reasonable and obviously not politically correct.
Monday, October 26, 2015
Sleeping With The Enemy
Many of you will remember the movie several years ago entitled, "Sleeping With The Enemy". As I recall a woman was in an abusive situation that was so bad that she actually faked her death in order to get out of the situation. Until that occurred she was sleeping with the enemy.
There is scarcely a day passing that I do not hear a remark about the assault or the war on Christianity. Some of the younger generations may not see it as vividly as older folks. But the attacks are there just the same. Look at all of the government buildings that are over a 100 years old and you will see numerous biblical quotes and Christian expressions written in stone. Today there are attempts to remove any vestige of Christian influence.
Let me quickly state that in my mind the problem is not with the enemy, the problem is that we have gone asleep as churches and as Christians. We have literally been sleeping with the enemy.
Matthew tells the story of the men who were overseeing a wheat field for a landowner and states, While they slept the enemy came and sowed tares among the wheat. Several years ago in the comic strip, Pogo, the little possum said, "We have found the enemy and it is us.
And while Christians slept, prayer has been removed from our public schools, the life of the unborn has been taken. Go figure a nation that will cry, "Save the owl, kill the baby." We have been lulled to sleep by mother fashion and father political correctness.
Never forget, "Righteousness exalteth a nation, but sin is a reproach to any people."
On the night that Jesus was seized and taken for trial, Jesus took the disciples to the Garden and then took Peter, James and John a little farther. He said watch you hear while I go and pray. When he returned they were asleep. He asked them "Could you not watch with me one hour." He went back to pray and upon returning he found them asleep again. This time he did not wake them up. I wonder how many times he has found us asleep.
Paul said, "It is high time to awake out of sleep for now is our salvation nearer than when we believed."
There is scarcely a day passing that I do not hear a remark about the assault or the war on Christianity. Some of the younger generations may not see it as vividly as older folks. But the attacks are there just the same. Look at all of the government buildings that are over a 100 years old and you will see numerous biblical quotes and Christian expressions written in stone. Today there are attempts to remove any vestige of Christian influence.
Let me quickly state that in my mind the problem is not with the enemy, the problem is that we have gone asleep as churches and as Christians. We have literally been sleeping with the enemy.
Matthew tells the story of the men who were overseeing a wheat field for a landowner and states, While they slept the enemy came and sowed tares among the wheat. Several years ago in the comic strip, Pogo, the little possum said, "We have found the enemy and it is us.
And while Christians slept, prayer has been removed from our public schools, the life of the unborn has been taken. Go figure a nation that will cry, "Save the owl, kill the baby." We have been lulled to sleep by mother fashion and father political correctness.
Never forget, "Righteousness exalteth a nation, but sin is a reproach to any people."
On the night that Jesus was seized and taken for trial, Jesus took the disciples to the Garden and then took Peter, James and John a little farther. He said watch you hear while I go and pray. When he returned they were asleep. He asked them "Could you not watch with me one hour." He went back to pray and upon returning he found them asleep again. This time he did not wake them up. I wonder how many times he has found us asleep.
Paul said, "It is high time to awake out of sleep for now is our salvation nearer than when we believed."
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