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Iran and Islamic Terrorism

August 24, 2006

Guest: Iranian-American Activist Amil Imani

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  • Perspective September 5, 2006 5:23 am

    Fred – It’s a matter of perspective…
    I once scorned ev’ry fearful thought of death,
    When it was but the end of pulse and breath,
    But now my eyes have seen that past the pain
    There is a world that’s waiting to be claimed.
    Earthmaker, Holy, let me now depart,
    For living’s such a temporary art.
    And dying is but getting dressed for God,
    Our graves are merely doorways cut in sod.
    ~ Calvin Miller, The Divine Symphony

  • May God have mercy on Fred September 4, 2006 9:19 am

    May God have mercy on you, Fred–you certainly speak from the metaphysical ignorance that can only bring pain your way–mercy is your only hope to avoid pain
    I speak from the experience of knowing guns won’t help you avoid turmoil–even death won’t bring peace to a tortured soul–while heaven can be yours–right here, right now–and even as you walk into the nuclear fireball
    I live it–have died–and live it again–there really is no death, Fred–wherever you go–there you are–so get rid of your petty fears and hates, Fred–get some guts and faith in life–and be a real person
    Killing just begets killing–and you just become the one you kill–a little piggly with a wiggly tail–the clandestine fate for someone who hates
    Ode to a Gook
    He was once a young man, who loved or wanted to love,
    now he was just mute testimony to his own existence.
    He was stretched out in front of where I had blown my claymore…
    the night before.
    He was now a guest for breakfast,
    but he wouldn’t be eating.
    He had just a brainstem remaining, instead of a head,
    he didn’t even have the dead man’s stare.
    His job was easy now,
    all he had to do was lay there.
    If you become the one you kill,
    then there was no doubt I had become him,
    a lifeless corpse, lying in the dirt,
    not a spirit indwelt creature wanting to be, or being in love.
    He was not my enemy;
    I was him and he was me.

  • Mustang Mama September 4, 2006 9:01 am

    But when I leave I want to go out like Elijah
    With a whirlwind to fuel my chariot of fire
    And when I look back on the stars
    It’ll be like a candlelight in Central Park
    And it won’t break my heart to say goodbye
    (Rich Mullins)
    (My chariot of fire is my sweet red Mustang) 🙂

  • Fred Dawes September 4, 2006 12:14 am

    you can talk and talk but in the end you can only do one thing, Kill the pigs!
    by the way plato McSmith inner peace is not what human beings are all about, war is the right ideals when rats want to kill billions of people for a god or gods?
    death is the only peace that is known to anyone on this good earth. and lets face facts mercy is a joke. thomas sowell understands that this coming war “will happen by 2015, and you can’t stop this coming hell.
    buy land far away from big cities if you can, and by guns and understand the facts of life and death, in the new world order. and may god have mercy on you all.

  • Plato McSmith August 27, 2006 9:33 am

    Beyond the Horror
    Is nature telling us
    this is the death of the human race,
    or a rebirth,
    or both?
    Is this the end of time,
    or a transformation
    to a new beginning?
    Is the earth trying to teach man
    the lesson of humility
    he can?t learn for himself?
    Can we lay down our anger long enough
    to feel simple gratitude for life
    and assume a new serenity within us,
    transcending these painful rites of passage,
    and yield to the will of forces more powerful,
    that would have us love,
    if we are to survive?
    Can we see beyond the horror
    to an aura of inner peace;
    and cast that as a destination
    for which to strive?