The Litmus Test is coming. This film will draw a bright line between the head in the sand crowd and everybody else. Will we remember that this war is not about our foreign policy? Will America realize this is for all the marbles? If we withdrew completely within our own national boundaries and created Fortress America, we would still not be safe. We are in danger not because of what we do but who we are. The Left snorts with derisive laughter at the notion that they hate us for our freedom. They're half right. They hate us for our apostasy. The rest is immaterial. We have three choices, submit, die or live as dhimmi. The

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Anna Venger said…
I don't think the corps bother them that much. Their own rulers live in utter opulence while the common folks live in dire poverty in so many of their nations. Hating our govt for various reasons, probably. But most of all, I think they hate us for our liberty (esp when it becomes licentiousness) and it was always their plan to take over the world. All women of European descent would be wearing burkas now if not for Charles Martel so long ago. Katie Courik would probably look great, don't you think?
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The Last Ephor said…
Don,

No, literally all that matters is that we are not believers. Unless or until we are, the war will continue.
8:56 AM
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