Rudyard Kipling"
“When you're left wounded on Afganistan's plains and
the women come out to cut up what remains, Just roll to your rifle
and blow out your brains,
And go to your God like a soldier”
General Douglas MacArthur"
“We are not retreating. We are advancing in another direction.”
“It is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.” “Old soldiers never die; they just fade away.
“The soldier, above all other people, prays for peace, for he must suffer and be the deepest wounds and scars of war.”
“May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't .” “The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
“Nobody ever defended, there is only attack and attack and attack some more.
“It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
The Soldier stood and faced God
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining
Just as bright as his brass
"Step forward you Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't
Because those of us who carry guns
Can't always be a saint."
I've had to work on Sundays
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep,
The Soldier squared his shoulders and said
And I never passed a cry for help
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here,
Lord, It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you Soldier,
You've borne your burden well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
Australia: Jewish boy forced to kiss Muslim’s shoes now getting death threats
Sunday, October 13, 2019
Kiss my feet, Jew Boyin Friggin Australia!!!!!!
Jihad Watch : Where can this family go to escape this hatred? Where is anyone in the
world standing up to this evil? Everywhere public figures cower in fear
of being accused of “Islamophobia,” while the hatred and contempt for
non-Muslims that is deeply embedded in Islamic scriptures plays out ever
more openly in non-Muslim countries. “Death threats sent to Jewish boy forced to kiss Muslim’s shoes,” by Marcy Oster, JTA, October 10, 2019 : Read it all here..............
“Kiss My Feet!” Islam’s Demand of Jews and Christians. Few things are as reliably consistent as Muslim behavior—particularly
the sort we are regularly assured has “nothing to do with Islam.” Otherwise, why does one find the same “disquieting” behavior in regions that widely differ in both time and space? Consider this new report from Australia:
A 12-year-old Jewish student was forced to kneel down and
kiss the shoes of a Muslim classmate, while a five-year-old boy was
allegedly called a “Jewish cockroach” and repeatedly hounded in the
school toilets by his young classmates.… The older boy’s act of kissing another student’s shoes, under threat
of being swarmed by several other boys, was filmed, photographed and
shared on social media [image above]…. One of the boys who watched on was later suspended for five days for assaulting the Jewish student in the school locker room.
What caught my eye was this foot kissing business: I’ve been reading The Adventures of Thomas Pellow,
an Englishman (d.1747) who wrote of his experiences as a slave in
Morocco; and only last night I came across a reference to European
slaves being compelled to kiss their Muslim master’s feet.
Sultan Muley Ismail—who enforced sharia and regularly prayed—went one
step further: Slaves were required to “pull off their shoes, put on a
particular habit they have to denote a slave, and when they approach him
fall down and kiss the ground at his horse’s feet.” Those not
conforming to such abject behavior—the “lucky” ones—instantly lost their
heads; the rest were slowly tortured in ways that beggar belief.
