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There’s nothing “Radical” about “Radical Islam”

Most government leaders have their view of the war against “radical Islam” backwards.  Radical Islam is actually not radical.  The people may call violent Islam “radical,” but this violent Islam actually represents true Islam as presented in the Koran and Hadith.  The real radicals are those in Islam who embrace democracy and assimilation.  True Islam relies upon the Koran and Hadith, both of which demand Sharia law and subjugation under that law—no democracyno assimilation.

Choosing the side of peaceful Islam is to wage war with the Koran.  We in democracies who embrace assimilation, are in fact at war with the Koran, and those who truly worship by it.

True Islam uses the Koran (Allah’s words), and the Hadith (Mohammed’s teachings).  Mohammed’s journey began with a peaceful outreach, and when the peaceful path failed to attract people, Mohammed said that Allah led him to wage war against all that resist true Islam and Sharia.  This is what the Koran and Hadith record.

Our battle is only incidentally against what is commonly called “radical Islam” (those who practice true Islam and correctly interpret the Koran).  Our battle is in reality against the Koran itself—the words received from Allah by Mohammed which demand the subjugation of non-Muslims, and waging war if necessary against resistance to true Islam and Sharia.

This is why there is a great battle even within Islam itself…because the Koran records the final teachings and commands of Allah as demanding subjugation and war even against those within Islamic countries who do not surrender to Allah and Sharia.  Peace is available in Islam, but peace is only available to those who surrender to Shira and authority passed on from Muhammed to the Imams and Islam’s leaders who truly follow Muhammed’s final teachings of subjugation to Allah—no assimilation, and no democracy.

Christians in America used to welcome democracy, freedom, and assimilation.  Unfortunately, in recent decades, America has decided to promote separation, and not assimilation, by embracing separate languages as an example.  Not embracing the English language causes people to isolate themselves in certain geographic areas, forming communities which represent the old country, which can lead people within these language zones to not embrace America’s democratic form of governing.

Without assimilation and democracy, we as a county are doomed to segregated, isolated cultural groups, each vying for power and influence over other groups.  And, in the case of Islam, our nation faces eventual loss of democracy all together as it is replaced by Sharia and subjugation to Allah.

Bottom line…America is not compatible with the Koran, which requires subjugation to Allah only—no democracyno assimilation.

I pray for all Islam to find true peace which only comes from Jesus.

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$5.37

That’s what the kid behind the counter at Taco Bell said to me.

I dug into my pocket and pulled out some lint and

two dimes and something that used to be a Jolly Rancher.

Having already handed the kid a five-spot, I started to

head back out to the truck to grab some change

when the kid, with the Elmo hairdo, said the hardest

thing anyone has ever said to me. He said,

“It’s OK. I’ll just give you the senior citizen discount.”

I turned to see who he was talking to, and I then heard the

sound of change hitting the counter in front of me.

“Only $4.68” he said cheerfully.

I stood there stupefied. I am 56, not even 60 yet?

A mere child !    Senior citizen ?  Noooooooooo way !

I took my burrito and walked out to the truck wondering

what was wrong with Elmo.   Was he blind ?

 

As I sat in the truck, my blood began to boil.    Old ?    Me ?

I’ll show him, I thought.   I opened the door and headed back inside.

I strode to the counter, and there he was waiting with a smile.

Before I could say a word, he held up something and jingled it in

front of me, like I could be that easily distracted by some trinket !

What am I now?    A toddler?

“Dude! Can’t get too far without your car keys, eh?”

I stared with utter disdain at the keys.

I began to rationalize in my mind !

“Leaving keys behind hardly makes a man elderly !

It could happen to anyone !”

I turned and headed back to the truck.

I slipped the key into the ignition, but it wouldn’t turn.

What now?!

I checked my keys and tried another.

Still nothing.

That’s when I noticed the purple beads hanging from my rear view mirror.

I had no purple beads hanging from my rear view mirror.

Then, a few other objects came into focus:

The car seat in the back seat.

Happy Meal toys spread all over the floorboard.

A partially eaten dough nut on the dashboard.

Faster than you can say ginkgo biloba, I flew out of the alien vehicle.

Moments later I was speeding out of the parking lot,

relieved to finally be leaving this nightmarish stop in my life.

 

That is when I felt it, deep in the bowels of my stomach: hunger!

My stomach growled and churned, and I reached to grab my burrito, …..

only it was nowhere to be found.

I swung the truck around, gathered my courage,

and strode back into the restaurant one final time.

 

There Elmo stood, draped in youth and black nail polish.

All  I could think was, “What is the world coming to?”

All I could say was, “Did I leave my food and drink in here”?

 

At this point I was ready to ask a Boy Scout to help me back to my vehicle,

and then go straight home and apply for Social Security benefits.

Elmo had no clue.

 

I walked back out to the truck,

and suddenly a young lad came up and tugged on my jeans to get my attention.

 

He was holding up a drink and a bag.

His mother explained,

“I think you left this in my truck by mistake.”

I took the food and drink from the little boy and sheepishly apologized.

She offered these kind words:

“It’s OK. My grandfather does stuff like this all the time.”

All of this is to explain how I got a ticket doing 85 in a 40 mph zone.

Yessss,… I was racing some punk kid in a Toyota Prius.

And no, I told the officer, I’m  not  too old to be driving this fast.

As I walked in the front door, my wife met me halfway down the hall.

I handed her a bag of cold food and a $300 speeding ticket.

I promptly sat in my rocking chair and covered up my legs with a blankey.

The good news was that I had successfully found my way home.

Pass this on to the other “old fogies” on your list (so they can have fun laughing, too).

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