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A message to the Jihadists Wanna-Be

 
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A message to the Jihadists Wanna-Be
Unless You are a Native American-You, or your parents, or grand parents or even farther back came to this land, and left the lands of your forefathers behind..

You, or they, came not only for opportunity and freedom, but to leave the problems of the other lands behind.
Africa, Asia, Europe, the Far East, the Middle East.

Those lands are no longer yours. This land is.
You can be muslim and be an American. You can be a jew and be American. You can be a hindu or an atheist and be an American.

You CAN NOT be an extremist. You can not be willing to deprive someone of life or liberty in the name of your god and be an American.
You choose what you are based on your actions.
You may curse America and be an American. You may hate the policy of America and be an American. But do not cross the line and be an enemy of Americans. For if you do, nothing and no one will save you and your kin from the wrath of this Great Land and its people.

Those who do transgress against the ideals of Liberty forget the blood spilled,and the the destruction done to create this land. To preserve this land We Are, as a People, willing to eradicate the threat.
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Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

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The choice is yours.
I know enough to know that I know nothing





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