Sunday night (Monday morning, technically) I came home after watching the Houston Astros win Game 5 of the World Series. I live in a gated apartment complex and I pay extra to do so in order to keep riff-raff out. I have a 5 year old son half of the time, who I want protected, and the gates are my first line of defense. There is a strict policy of no tailgating. Each resident is supposed to open the gate on their own and drive through individually. Lately tailgating has become popular and I had had enough that night when a small white car tried to follow me in.
I stopped just inside the gate and waited for the gate to close. This guy (or girl for all I knew at this point) decided to follow close enough to keep the gate from closing. You can debate the merits of my next actions until you’re blue in the face but I got out of my truck and shouted for the other driver to back off and open the gate on their own.
It turned out to be a man in his early 20,s of Middle Eastern origin, with a thick accent; from his clothing and speech almost certainly a Muslim. Now, as anyone who has read my work for any length of time knows, I’m a veteran of Afghanistan, and in my position I have seen some of the most horrific things imaginable at the hands of Muslims, even ones that were supposedly our friends. This has caused me to suffer from PTSD so badly that it cost me jobs, my marriage, and other relationships.
Encountering Middle Eastern people is nothing new in my part of town. They’re at the grocery store in mobs practically, dressed as if they still live wherever they came from. It doesn’t always cause an anxiety attack, but occasionally it does, and when this young man became belligerent I immediately went from mildly annoyed to full-blown Red Alert.
The encounter ended without a physical confrontation as I decided to be the bigger man and retreat. I settled upon contacting management the next day. I spent the entire night awake and ended up not going to work the next day. On Tuesday when I did get to the office I was shaking so badly my boss sent me home after half a day.
Of course, just a few hours later our nation suffered the latest attack by an Islamic militant. And that, dear readers, is why even after all this time I sometimes go to Red Alert when I encounter them.
Now, is EVERY Muslim that is here a terrorist? No.
But riddle me this: how do you tell the good ones from the bad? It’s certainly not by assimilation. Too many still wear desert garb. We’re not in a desert here. You’re not in your homeland. You left for a reason. Why are you still acting like you are?
Now, let me address the various liberal bleeding heart (and I include here the ridiculous self-righteous libertarian and neocon) arguments right away.
1) Not all Muslims are terrorists.
A: So I’ve already said. But if I handed you 10 Reese’s Pieces and told you 1 was poisoned, how many would you eat?
2) What about the Las Vegas shooter?
A: What about him? We still don’t have a clear motive and ISIS has claimed repeatedly he worked for them. Plus, the idea that we have our own killers here, so we should also let foreign killers in is patently insane.
3) (Insert various racism/Islamophobia crap here because you have no cogent argument.)
A) (Insert something my editor would probably rather I not say.)
The common thread
The fact is: There are many violent attacks in this country that have a common thread. San Bernardino. Orlando. 9-11. Many others. One common thread: Islam.
No, I didn’t say “radical Islam.” I don’t use that phrase. “Radical Islam” is a politically correct phrase designed by liberals so as not to seem “bigoted.”
Here’s my take on any religion: You now tell how devout a member of a religion is by how closely its followers mimic the founder of the religion. Buddhists to Buddha, Christians to Jesus, Muslims to Mohammed.
As a Christian I struggle every day. I WISH most days I was half as much like Christ as ISIS is to Mohammed.
You read that right. ISIS are the ones who imitate Mohammed most closely. They rape. They murder those who aren’t not Muslim, or not Muslim enough. They commit pedophilia. They practice slavery. They conquer. They infiltrate other countries as harmless “refugees” looking for handouts and then gather strength until they can take over. All is in accordance with the practices of Mohammed.
I don’t say things like “believe me” or “let me be clear” or “don’t doubt me.” Do research, REALLY research Mohammed if I don’t believe me. For Christians I highly recommend a book from former PLO terrorist-turned-Christian Walid Shoebat called “God’s War on Terror.” When you read it, keep in mind it was written more than 10 years ago. You’ll be amazed how many predictions in it have already come true.
**Spoiler Alert: Don’t read further if you don’t want to know Mr. Shoebat’s conclusion**
How it ends
The End Times story in the Bible and in Islamic teaching is remarkably similar. Their hero, the 12th Imam or “Mahdi” appears in the Bible as well, just under a different name. We call him the Antichrist.
The Ayatollah is telling his people that the Mahdi is among us now, and he will reveal himself when enough death and destruction has been committed. It doesn’t matter whether or not you believe this to be true. THEY believe it to be true. And this is why Muslims will never, NEVER stop trying to kill us and create mayhem.
“Radical” Muslims try to kill others now. “Moderate” Muslims believe the time to kill Infidels has not yet come, according to Mr. Shoebat. The moderates simply lie and gain entry to our nations to prepare for the day they DO need to attack.
Sorry Mr. President, “extreme vetting” won’t do. Keep them out. I have no illusions that it will stop it forever. God’s ultimate will is unstoppable. But maybe give us some more time to prepare?
And no, liberals, I don’t care what names you call me. I know the truth. You will too some day. THAT you can take to the bank. My PTSD isn’t only POST traumatic stress, but PRE traumatic stress. I know what’s coming. The signs are all there for those wise enough to see it. I don’t fear the eventual outcome. God has that in control. But even Jesus wept on the eve of his pain and suffering, as do I.