Vive La France. I Am An Official Islamophobe.

Friday was much like 9/11 for me: it was expected. France has been a seething cesspool of jihadist scum for years. Our media has blithely ignored the atrocities there, describing marauding bands of Arab youth as “urban youth.” Islamic types murder Jews, attack magazines, rape women, and get away with it because nobody wants to be branded as Islamophobic.

My ancestral homeland

My ancestral homeland

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Today I’m coming fully out of the closet: I am an Islamophobic Francophile. Unrepentant. Joyous. If you have never dealt with American Sailors, and expect me to pray for the swine who blitzed Paris on Friday, you may not want to read the rest of this – I promise it will make you go blind and lose all faith in me as a Christian. (Maybe. But I was a sailor before I was born again and remember things about France from that perspective.)

The simple fact is, if you go easy on Islam, it’s like going easy on National Socialism – The Nazis. Yes, I lose, I mentioned Nazis. But aside from the fact that they built the autobahn, and made some great machine guns and rockets and … Gee, all of those are military accomplishments. Not a lot of social stuff aside from Leni Riefenstahl, and somehow a couple of brilliantly directed propaganda movies don’t tip that scale.

If you go easy on the Nazi party, you excuse euthanasia, concentration camps, mass murder, eugenics, invasions, and a host of other evils. There is a reason we’re not rooting for the accomplishments of Adolf Hitler these days. Yet the same people who don’t want to excuse any of the above crimes against humanity seem to be perfectly willing to excuse the same behavior in Islam.

“Sputter, snarf, babble – but it’s a religion! It’s the same as Christianity! The Germans were Christians!” Yeah. Spare me and go back to your history books. Islam is only a religion because we give them a tax deduction. The Nazi Party was not Christian. They tended to put clergy into the camps with the Jews. And the homosexuals. And the Gypsies. See a trend here?

“But,” the babbling masses say, “the Quran opposes violence. See, right here (cite passage out of context.)” Um, no. It doesn’t. It gets more violent the further into the book you go, unlike the Christian Bible. That book gets more peaceful and accepting of others as it goes along. Quoting the Quran out of context is like lifting quotes from the Old Testament without context – you can make it say anything.

My favorite argument is, “The Quran only gets more violent in the latter parts because Mohammed was getting old.” Gee, that doesn’t sound like a revelation from God to me. Sounds more like… Marvel Comics. Can’t have it both ways guys. Unless Stan Lee is now writing scripture. For goodness sake, you have issues with L. Ron Hubbard doing the same thing and nobody is calling Scientology the Religion of Peace.

The expression “Time to get off the pot.” should be applied here. Take pot any way you want. But turning a blind eye to Islam, and the forces pursuing a caliphate, just leads to getting hit in the back of the head. Our beloved leader is letting 10,000 refugees from Syria into this country this year. How about we hold off on that until we get all of our sick veterans treated at the V.A., find homes for the homeless, and make sure that we have drug treatment programs for all of our addicted before we invite the Caliphate to open a branch office in Des Moines? Because the news is emerging that at least one of the attackers in Paris was a “refugee.”

I’m going long today because it seems a glimmer of understanding is now reflecting off the darkness the media has walled off the crimes of Islam with in the past. People see the truth coming out in the bodies of dead concert goers. To be blunt, it’s not just a bunch of Jews getting stabbed (because hating Jews and loving Islam seem to go together) in Israel, or Beirut residents having a suicide bomb go off in their neighborhood. No, it’s hitting that Holy of Holies: France and it’s culture. Truly, they have nice things in their museums, but if that’s what it takes to wake you up I’ll buy it.

The apologists are already blaming Bush for this attack and the creation of ISIS. Less than 24 hours for that to pop. It was radicals – read true believers in my book. They were oppressed – for about a month in one case, because he just got off the boat from Syria in October.

You see, evil is evil. If you excuse it, you let it win. Name the top five things Islam has done for humanity in the past 300 years. I’ll be out back barbecuing a rack of ribs while you search in vain. I like pork. That and the contents of this blog today mark me for death in most Islamic countries. Remember that when you politely stay quiet as your jackass friends defend Islam and “a few bad apples.” Have the courage to disagree. I’m putting out here with my face and name on the blog. Grow some and stand up for Western Civilization.

My only hope is that there are as many lazy Muslims around as God can manage. Because the guy that you get your falafel from isn’t the problem: he’s assimilated. It’s the horde streaming out of the western part of Asia that is the problem. Muslims that are Americans first, are not the problem. I am not advocating genocide. But I am saying it’s time to take a stand.

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Let’s see why:

France: Croissants. croissants

Islam: Slavery is OK. slavery

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France: Cointreau. cointreau

Islam: Sanctioned rape. rapeislam

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France: Oldest ally. lafayette

Islam: Trying to kill everyone else since Muhammad. massacre

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France: Mirage Jets. Mirage_5F

Islam: Camels. camelcorps

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France: A relatively decent amount of personal freedom. frenchprotests

Islam: Death to those who offend the profit. (yeah, I think there may be a spelling issue there….) profitinsult

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France: Wine (don’t drink the stuff, but I’m told it’s pretty good.) frenchwine
Islam: Death to users of alcohol. Haram

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France: Bombing the snot out of their enemies within 48 hours of a murderous terrorist attack. howdyisis
Islam: Murderous terrorist attacks. parisattack

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France: Topless beaches on the Mediterranean coast. (And that ends the picture tour. There are some standards around here.)
Islam: Burkas.

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France: Submarine bars (I kind of miss Toulon some days.)
Islam: Pedophile retreats.

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France: The place my people come from originally.
Islam: The place that never grew past the seventh century.

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I see France has gone 10 for 10.

I’ve never made a secret of my contempt for the French proclivity to snivel. But this past weekend they grew some serious clangers. I admire the fact that their head of state came out and said they were at war. Ours? I think he was a bit miffed that the French police tried to kill the attackers and deny them a chance to immigrate to the United States.

Wake up, America. Islam has been on track to destroy us since Jefferson. They continue, today, to try and destroy the entire world that is not Islam. That’s a part of the creed.

Many of my religious friends are praying for peace. Not me. I’m praying for vengeance so brutal that nobody will head out of their cave for at least a decade. I’m praying for the survival of every French military and intelligence member that engages the forces of Islam. I’m not praying for my enemies.

I guess that makes me a bad Christian. Tell you what I’m going to do: I’m going to let God sort it out. I believe in Him, not Allah. I think on the final day, the raping, enslaving, suicide bombing, pedophile dirtbags that we’re fighting will all get the nod to the left and I’ll get the nod to the right. I’ll risk it.

Vive La France!

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My Veteran’s Day Post: Better Late Than Never.

I was working on Veteran’s day. Driving across this great land of ours to shoot a television commercial. Worked the “day” job and then left to drive four hours to another state where we were going to shoot the commercial overnight in a closed sporting goods store. You do these things at three in the morning because it’s a major pain to the store and would completely disrupt the conduct of business. Cords, fat guys in red suits, lighting, cameras, assistants, craft services (food), trucks in the lot with all the gear. You tear the store up, set the scene, shoot the scene, and then tear it down before they open the next day. Ah, the magic of television. Once the commercial airs, I’ll give a link to it for you to watch. But it’s the stuff long days are made of and all actors live for in secret.

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Now, to a previous persona I’ve had: veteran.

Let’s watch this video by Terry Kelly called A Pittance of Time first:

Yes, I did notice that it was Canadian Forces. But the simple fact is they celebrate the 11th hour, of the 11th day, of the 11th month for the same reason we do. I feel a strong kinship with veterans of all armed forces for that reason.

Veteran’s day, to me, is more than a free meal. It’s a good day to think on the utter blessing that military service was to me. I was able to serve my nation. We defeated a great evil in the Soviet Union. I learned skills that still hold me in a job to this day. I learned about leadership, loneliness, struggle, joy, hard work, danger, and beer.

I don’t think of myself as an old man some times. I think of my friends in the military and we are forever frozen in our twenties. God, thank you for that set of memories. We’re all getting old, our generation is starting to die out from heart disease, cancer, suicide, and whatever else. But I will always remember the tang of salt air, the rush of exhaust gasses from the stack of a cruiser going in harm’s way, the sound of the diving horn, the roar of a catapult as a fully loaded A-6 roared off toward a hostile shore just six feet over my head, shared meals over an eighth of a mile underwater, the sound of the band in bars across Italy, the practical jokes on the new people, and the sweet taste of my wife’s lips after I’d been gone from home for far too long.

That’s what Veteran’s day means to me: my youth. I will grow old and die, but what I did for those five years serves my nation to this day. We are old and gray, but our memories will be of skinny young people in the prime of life.

I thank all of you who served. I think you know what I’m talking about. I remember the fallen as well, but I hold a special day for them in the spring: Memorial Day. This day, Veteran’s Day, is one of quiet joy for me.

Thank you for coming alongside my ship today to resupply on words. Now, emergency break away.

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Commotion In The Few – Guest Blogger Jason B. Ladd

It’s a strange world writers live in, connections seem to be far more important than in other lines of work. Except maybe the Mafia. I guess that’s a tie-in for my guest blogger today, Jason B. Ladd. He’s not a member of the Fighter Mafia, but the guy can fly the snot out of hot jets.

I met Jason through another author a year ago. He was working on his book and seeking help/opinions/unwanted intrusion and commentary from writers with some military background. Some I’ve got. So we corresponded, I read the book, did some other stuff and now today I’m turning the blog over for his launch. Connections. Like being brothers in arms. Yeah, that kind of connection.

Without further delay, I present Jason B. Ladd. (And for the sake of all that I write about, go buy the man’s book, or get the free version. Yup, free. Do it today.)

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Commotion in the Few
by Jason B. Ladd

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A curious thing happens to a man on the run.

His heart beats out of his chest. His muscles flex and release with a speed and strength formerly unknown.

He runs for his life knowing that if he his caught, his life will be changed forever.

Deep inside the soul of those few on the run is an unsettling–no, a commotion.

I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind; and in the midst of tears

I was chased by the hound of heaven, and I ran.

But not very far. For no sooner had I found him in chase did I stop and ask myself why I was running.

I stopped. And then I followed. And my life was indeed changed forever.

I’ve written about my journey to become a Christian in a book that is releasing in a few weeks.

One of the Few: A Marine Fighter Pilot’s Reconnaissance of the Christian Worldview will be available on November 10th. For the uninitiated, that’s the Marine Corps birthday, and organization I served with on active duty for 14 years and serve still in the Reserves.

One of the Few is about my struggle with doubt during a search for truth and a reasonable defense of the Christian faith.

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That’s the book in my own words. But here are some more words, written by professionals, that are supposed to draw you in:

A US Marine fighter pilot explores life’s important questions as he prepares for combat, searches for truth, and wages spiritual warfare during his mission to become a better husband and father.

Jason B. Ladd grows up in a military family with loving parents but spends his young life filled with spiritual apathy.

Ladd enters the US Marine Corps, becomes a fighter pilot, and sees combat in Iraq before life events align to nudge him into profound spiritual inquiry. Digging deep into his quest for truth, he realizes the art and science of fighter pilot fundamentals can help him on his journey.

Filled with stories that contrast his spiritual apathy with his post-Christian worldview passion, One of the Few is the compelling life story of a spiritual seeker engaged in a thrilling profession combined with a strong, reasonable defense of Christianity.

For fans of Ravi Zacharias, Lee Strobel, and Frank Turek, Ladd’s remarkable journey shares the transformative power of faith during a time when belief in God is dismissed and religious liberty in the military is attacked.

In order to make the book launch successful, I’ve come up with some special offers that will:

  1. Get this book and its message into more hands
  2. Help make the launch successful
  3. Provide you with free stuff

So here they are

Free Kindle e-book 3 Days Only November 10-12!

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Free Audiobook Offer

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These offers help me, and they help you.

So let me help you help me to help you…(I think).

I really want you to read this book, and I don’t want you to have to pay for it.

So, please click here to learn more about these special offers and find out how you can get both the e-book and the audiobook free.

Before there can be a commotion in the pews, there must be a commotion in the soul.

Will you be one of the few to help me stir things up?

Say, What Gets Egg Off A Sailor’s Face?

Honestly, I thought Monday was the 10th when I wrote the last post. My life has already gone full metal Santa, and skills with calendars are out the window on the blog.

Tomorrow we have the big Marine Birthday Bash Blowout with guest blogger Jason Ladd. You know, free stuff, good story, etc?

I feel more stupid than usual messing up that date.

Somewhere, in Heaven, my dad is being abused by his fellow Marines that his oldest son blew the date by 24 hours.

I had the date right, just not the day of the week.

Sailors: screwing stuff up since forever. After all, why do you think Jesus had to walk out to the boat? That’s right, the crew left him on shore and couldn’t hack it without the skipper.

Nothing changes.

Stop back tomorrow for free stuff! But since you’re already here, you can click this link and go buy his book today. (If you can exhibit more self-control than me, wait for tomorrow for it to launch and then get it free!)

Tune In Monday – It’s The Marine Corps Birthday & I Have A Marine Officer As My Guest Blogger

That’s it. But there’s free stuff to be had. Yes, valued goods in celebration of his book launch.

Now, seriously, does it get better than the annual Marine Corps Brawl (well, some of them turn out that way) and Birthday celebration combined with free stuff?

First round on Msgt. Dusty. If she’s reading.

Join me in celebrating the finest Naval Infantry (and I seriously mean that as a compliment) in the world. I’d stand side by side with the Marines anywhere. I’ve been there and done that with my brothers and sisters in the Corps.

None finer.

Stop by Monday and see just how much loot you can abscond with.

Semper Fi, Marines.