Yeah okay, Socrates.
Or is it, Hypocrates lol.
I never get people within our own culture who are EAGER to shit on it in defense of outsiders.
I call a Muslim a mudslime and you'll return, "yeah but whites...".
I point out Islam's degeneracy, and it's, "yeah but Christianity...".
I point out Islamic society being a circus of cruelty and, "yeah but America", and the Indians.
You'll grab at the tiniest straw to spin it and dump on it, while you live within it.
The Muzrat is a snake, but the enablers among us who'd slip it onto our boot are far worse.
I know all about moderates and extremists. I know one does the heavy lifting and the other applauds, enables and apologizes for them.
Following each act of terrorism, the moderate runs to do damage control, claiming,
"I am a proud Muslim and this is NOT Islam.. my heart grieves for the victims :("
LIES typed with a sardonic grin.
"The Quran states, 'the blood of an innocent must never be spilled!' ".
Clever SEMANTICS that omit the fact infidels are not considered innocent.
Here is what I know about the peaceful moderate Muslims "next door".
On the eve of 9-11 I sat in my backyard a dozen miles from ground zero beside the Muslim owned apartment building next door that was full of the "good" rag heads that donned smiles on their phony mugs by day. Around midnight when the air stunk of smoke wafting in from pile and shrouded the only distant streetlight visible in a haze of smoke that looked like fog, every window in that building was dark and quiet but for the top floor where they gathered like a cabal of rats and must've been crammed in like halal sardines, pulled down every shade, lit the lights from within, cranked the ali-baba and partied all God damned night to celebrate the win. THEIR win. The audacity. Women ululated and clapped their hands to music while the wee ones tee-heed and men and boys spoke Arabic and Farsi I didn't need any translator to understand. My epic failing in life at that moment was my shameful failure to climb those steps and ghost the entire floor because I wasn't made of that stuff. I made good on that later though.
This next part is a matter of public record.
Right across the river in the shadow of those towers is a town called Jersey City with a Muslim community whose streets exploded with activity, solid with its Muslim residents who came out in a happy riot to ULULULULU before the dust even settled across the river.
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On the other hand, I really shouldn't judge people so harshly for they haven't seen, heard and even smelled the things I have. People don't want to recognize a harsh reality and it's human nature to prefer our "happy place" and not have their noses stuffed into the trough of misery.
Two Scandinavian chicks on a hike through Morocco recently met their deaths and were beheaded. They were very liberal girls, believing all people are inherently good.
I know that as that knife hacked away at their necks and their eyes went wide the last thought they must have had was that they were fools who believed in a lie.
I'm full of hate like a broken toy who's accepted it and I'll be this way until the day I die because I can't unknow what I do and it's a burden.
Still, if people could know what I and others do there would be no debate.
