Letter a woman wrote, thought it was interesting read
"Are we fighting a war on terror or aren't we? Was it or was it
not started by Islamic people who brought it to our shores on September 11,
2001?"
Were people from all over the world, mostly Americans, not
brutally murdered that day, in downtown Manhattan , across the Potomac
from our nati on's capitol and in a field in Pennsylvania?
Did nearly three thousand men, women and children die a
horrible, burning or crushing death that day, or didn't they?
And I'm supposed to care that a copy of the Koran was
'desecrated' when an overworked American soldier kicked it or got it
wet?...Well, I don't. I don't care at all.
I'll start caring when Osama bin Laden turns himself in and
repents for incinerating all those innocent ! people on 9/11.
I'll care about the Koran when the fanatics in the Middle East
start caring about the Holy Bible, the mere possession of which is a crime in
Saudi Arabia .
I'll care when these thugs tell the world they are sorry for
hacking off Nick Berg's head while Berg screamed through his gurgling slashed throat.
I'll care when the cowardly so -called 'insurgents' in Iraq come out
and fight like men instead of! disres pecting their own religion by hiding in mosques.
I'll care when the mindless zealots who blow themselves up in
search of nirvana care about the innocent children within range of their
suicide bombs.
I'll care when the American media stops pretending that their
First Amendment libberties are somehow derived from international law instead
of the United States Constitution's Bill of Rights.
In the meantime, when I hear a story about a brave marine
roughi! ng up a n Iraqi terrorist to obtain information, know this: I don't care.
When I see a fuzzy photo of a pile of naked Iraqi prisoners who
have been humiliated in what amounts to a college-hazing incident, rest
assured: I don't care.
When I see a wounded terrorist get shot in the head when he is
told not to move because he might be booby-trapped, you can take it to
the bank: I don't care.
When I hear that a prisoner, who was issued a Koran and a
prayer mat, and fed 'special' food that is paid for by my tax dollars, is &n! bsp;
complaining that his holy book is being 'mishandled,' you can absolutely
believe in your heart of hearts: I don't care.
And oh, by the way, I've noticed that sometimes it's spelled
'Koran' and other times 'Quran.' Well, Jimmy Crack Corn and-you guessed
it-I don't care!!




 
			
			 
					
						 
					
						 
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