Insights Into Islam – 2

Geert Wilders is a Dutch Member of Parliament.
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In a generation or two, the US will ask itself: who lost Europe?
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 .

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 ever 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 , Marseille 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.  Mohammed 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 from 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.  Bernhard 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 ‘settlers,’ 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. Mohammed 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 Islamization 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.

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Just a Couple Cans of Gas…

Last Thursday morning I decided to fill a couple of my gas cans before beginning my yard work.  Sounds simple enough, you would think…

When I pulled into the local gas station, about a mile from me, there were cars at all pumps!  At 10:30 in the morning.  Diesel is only sold at one of the two sets of outboard pumps; and of course, that’s what I needed.

I pulled up behind an empty car sitting in front of the diesel pump.  I figured whoever owned the car might be inside for something or another, hopefully just a drink or something.  It also dawned on me that ‘whoever’ might have had a problem with a card of some kind.  But, with no one in sight I decided to go ahead and fill my 5-gallon diesel can.

I also (intuitively) knew that when I would begin filling, ‘whoever’ would show up – and wouldn’t you know it, that’s exactly what happened!  A ‘little old lady’ showed up telling me that the pump didn’t like her JC Penny card.  Well, no shit!  She went on to tell me she just paid cash, and wanted to fill her tank.  By then I had already ran my card and was about to fill my diesel can.

“I only need 5 gallons,” I told her, as I squeezed the nozzle, and she was ‘okay’ with it.  Very nice about it all actually.  But then she launched into a discussion about using the wrong card.  The price I had to pay to fill my 5-gallon diesel can!

As I finished filling my diesel gas can I suggested she might not want to try to use her gas card at JC Penny’s!  She thought that was a ‘good idea…”

They walk among us…

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Memorial Day – 2013

I was honored yesterday by being asked to be the keynote speaker at the Lake Township – Walbridge, OH Memorial Day Service.

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The mayor, Ed Kolonko, and I are good friends and he been asked to speak, but he deferred to me – thinking it more appropriate to have a Veteran speak.  That was very gracious of him…

After I agreed to speak Ed told me to limit my presentation to 5 minutes or less.  He said ‘the old guys’ get hot out there at the cemetery.  “Well okay,” I thought to myself, “but it will be hard!”  I then mentioned to Ed that reading my ‘bio’ would probable take more time than 5 minutes!  I meant it in jest.

As I formulated my thoughts I decided to focus on a phrase I frequently hear: “Thank you for your service.”  What does that really mean to me?

What folks do not realize is, it was truly my “honor” and privileged to have served.   Not everyone chooses to serve, and there are those who would like to serve but for one reason or another, are unable to serve.  So I consider myself so very fortunate.

This was more or less the essence of my presentation.  When I noted that I had a bit of time to fill, I shared an experience I once had with Keith.  Keith is a Crew Chief at the Toledo (Ohio) Air National Guard.  One afternoon he got called in to duty.  As it turned out he was babysitting his son, Noah.  So he called and asked if I could watch Noah for a couple hours or so.  No problem.

Just after Keith dropped off Noah I heard a pair of F-16s launch.  Now, there is a distinct difference between jets taking off in a training posture and when they depart on a ‘no-shit’ mission.  This was not a training sortie.  Those boys left the jets in burner, and were going for ‘smash’ (airspeed).  I knew right away what it was about, and I could feel my blood boil!  Gawd I wanted to be with them!  Instead I was looking at Noah’s ass, changing a diaper!

“Gawd,” I thought to myself, “the things I do for the security of our nation!”

Obviously that got a chuckle, then I turned back to the purpose for the gathering – the honoring of those who gave their lives for us.

I then mentioned that when I see flags in our cemeteries I think about the men and women who sacrificed their lives for me – men and women who were much better than me.  I then borrowed a line from Joe Galloway’s YouTube presentation, “God’s Own Lunatics.”  I told the folks that when I see those flags over our fallen comrades as I walk through those cemeteries, I can hear them tell me, “We are at peace, and so should you be – and so should you be.”  And today, I am.

I concluded my remarks with a salute, thanking the Veterans in attendance for their service to our nation.

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Rude Smell

I love fresh flowers in the house.  Especially now (late May) through the Fall.  However, this being said, there is a critical time wherein you have to get rid of them – that time before the water in the vase becomes putrid.  That has to be the rudest smell I have ever encountered!  And it stays with you for a long time…

 

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Dead Bug

This was taken out on I-475 yesterday; the loop that goes around Toledo.  The weather was “clear, day, VFR.”  Severe clear, dry roads.

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The woman, looks like she is wondering “what the fuck happened?”  Well, I’ll tell ya – the “stupid” out on our highways these days is unbelievable!  And people just seem to be okay with, “People just drive crazy these days,” as the explanation.

What is it, ‘Darwinism?’

 

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Harry’s Bees Drinking the Neighbor’s Water…

One afternoon Harry and Guyneth (his wife) were sitting in their living room when came a knock on their back door.  Harry set down his paper and went to see who it was – it was a neighbor lady from a couple houses down.

“Your bees are drinking my dog’s water!” she pronounced.

Now, what in hell do you say to something like this?   And of all people this had to happen to – Harry!

“I just can’t believe that Ethel (not her real name),” he replied, “I just had a stern talking to them about this very thing the other evening!”

“Well, they continue to drink my dog’s water, and I want to know what you are going to do about it,” she continued.

It was about this time Guyneth inserted herself into the equation as Harry was not one long on patience for this kind of thing.  Unnoticed, Harry retreated to the basement.

After a couple-3 minutes Harry returned, with a gallon milk jug of water.  “Ethel,” he said, “please accept this water on behalf of myself and my bees as a token of our deepest regret.  When they all return from the fields this evening I will have their little asses!”  And he went back into the living room…

A couple more minutes, when Guyneth returned to the living room, she just stood in front of Harry, staring at him.  When he looked up form the paper she said, “Don’t you ever do that to me again!”  As far as I know, he didn’t…

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Harry F. Schaller

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Harry F. Schaller, 67, of Toledo, Ohio passed away on May 15, 2013. Harry was born in Akron, Ohio on July 6, 1945. He graduated from Bowsher High School and received an Associate Degree from Terra Technical College. Harry was married to Guyneth Nordhaus on July 24, 1965; they were happily married 47 years.

Harry was employed at Champion Spark Plug for 21 years. He enjoyed fine woodworking, clock making, fishing and spending time with his family. He was also actively involved in St. Joseph’s Parrish.

Harry is survived by his loving wife, Guyneth; his brother, Bernard (LeeAnn) Schaller Jr., and sister, Rebecca (Richard) Johnson. He is also survived by his children, Norman (Holli) Schaller, Alexander (Thresa) Schaller, Ben (Robin) Schaller, Dale (Jacqi) Schaller, Jodi (James) Hoppensteadt, and Jill Schaller, and 13 grandchildren.

Harry is preceded in death by his parents, Bernard and Margaret Schaller.

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Harry’s Cow

My friend Harry passed away yesterday, and I already miss him…

I will ‘allow’ myself to feel his loss over the next few days and months – but not at the expense of having known him.  He was a gem!

Over the next few posts I want to tell you a little bit of Harry.  Maybe you’ll get to know him as I did – an appreciate him for who he was.

A few years ago he had this cow that died.  Just died, who knows why.

Now, Harry lived on a corner lot in Monclova, OH; just over an acre of property.  So, he took his backhoe and dug a nice hole out back.  Then he pushed the cow into the hole.  When it “flopped” into the hole it landed on its back, the legs straight up in the air.  It was when Harry filled the hole that he discovered he had not dug it deep enough!  Crap.

It would have been a daunting task to dig the cow out of the hole, and dig it deeper.  So Harry took out his chain saw, and cut off the extending legs!  Easy – done.

You might think this was funny enough, but it gets better.  Harry’s 7 or 8 year old grandson was watching all this as it unfolded.  When the kid went back to school in Chicago, at his first opportunity, he told his class that he got to watch his Grampa cut the legs off a cow.  The other kids all thought that was “cool,” however his teacher was mortified!  She then called the kid’s mom, Harry’s daughter, and asked what that was all about.  I suppose the next call would have been to PETA.

I  was laughing hysterically as Harry told the story on the way to ‘Amish’ (Amish country) one day.  Tears in my eyes.  Then he went on to tell me how his daughter ‘kicked his ass’ over the phone.  After hearing all about that stupid cow, there is no way I will ever bury a cow – with my grandsons watching…

 

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“Heads Will Roll…”

“Heads will roll…” in the Obama administration this means the folks will become professors at Columbia University…

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Mother’s Day

Taking Mom Out Back

Bobby Holliker

27 October 2008

Today I am taking Mom out back.  It’s time now…  Up until now, I have resisted, not wanting to ‘let her go.’  But today, it’s time.

For the past 6 years she has sat on my mantle, underneath the last Mother’s Day Card I gave her in 2001… my last ‘Mother’s Day’ with her.  She continued to be a source of ‘comfort’ for me, sitting there quietly.  I’d walk by, see her, and reflect upon what she meant to me in my life.  Sometimes laughter, sometimes tears, always – heartfelt gratitude.

A few years back I took her ashes to a small farm just outside Lebanon, Ohio.  I had been told it was the farm where she grew up on.  (I later learned she was actually born on another place.)  Just the same, there was a lady working in a blackberry patch in the yard as Cheryl and I drove up.  I introduced myself, and explained that I wanted to ‘bring Mom home’ – that I wanted to scatter some of her ashes on the property where she was raised.  The lady was very gracious.  She stopped her work, thought for a moment, then directed us to a huge Sycamore tree just up the lane, about a quarter mile from the house.

Cheryl and I then drove up that lane as directed.  We then walked the last hundred yards or so, until we were standing under that large Sycamore.  It is a magnificent tree; limbs spreading high and all around it, providing shade for all those seeking it.  Nearby there’s a dry creek bed.  What a fitting, and peaceful setting for Mom!  As I stood there that bright, warm Saturday morning, I could easily imagine Mom playing under that tree as a child.  I would have, for sure.  It looked like a fun, safe place for a child to play.

I checked the wind direction, opened the box with Mom’s ashes, and after offering a short prayer, gave her back to God.  At least, part of her.  Today I will surrender the rest of her; it’s time.

I have a mound out back, a mound I built.  Today it’s a ‘work in progress, like me.  It’s becoming a ‘sacred’ place for me, and that’s where I’ll put her.  Someday, I’ll join her out there.  It’s quiet out there, kinda in the woods, overlooking the pond.  Fitting.

This is the card I gave Mom in 2001.  The inscription is simple; when you open it, all there is, is the single word, “thanks.”  I added, “…sometimes a simple picture says it all!  Thanks, Mom”  And so, as I give her back to God here this morning, that will forever resonate in my mind…

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“thanks Mom,

love Bobby, Billy and Debbie”

27 October 2008

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