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Keep them misinformed
Stir their emotions through lies
Fear means more than truth. ~ Sean King

I woke up, and against my better judgment I took a glimpse of the news this morning. As I suspected, the news was all about the suspect (the other suspect had already been killed) in the act of terror at the Boston Marathon.

What do I think? I think it’s time for me to read the Qur’an. To be clear, I believe in Christ, I believe in God, I have studied the bible end to end for understanding, I’m not a Muslim, and I don’t plan to become one. But all of these constant attempts to link every terrorists attack back to the Islamic faith has me wondering, what does does the Holy Book of Islam say on the matter. I suspect, like Christianity, Islam has people who have deviated from their faith and are no longer acting in accordance with the practices of their belief. If that is the case, it’s sad that the US government and many of the governments and media outlets of the western world describe these acts of terrorism as authentic acts of Islam.

It all makes me wonder, why isn’t every rape, every murder, every witch hunt, every act of violence against an abortion clinic, every cross burning, every lynching, every act of white supremacy, and every violent act committed by self proclaimed Christians also related back to the Christian faith. That is, if faith is truly the cause of all of these violent acts against humanity.

I say all of this to say, that I need to read the Qur’an, so that I can understand with my own eyes and own mind what is a component of the Islamic faith and what is propaganda.

Good morning family, today and everyday moving forward, we must be diligent about seeking truth everywhere where misinformation might be being disseminated and masqueraded as truth. The stakes are too high for us to continue accepting ignorance.

Me

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Love Is…

Love is
A cold blooded
Terrorist
Using guerrilla warfare techniques
To attack
Then retreat
Hiding in some cave
In some remote location
Waiting
For another opportunity
To strike

Love is
A spitting Cobra
Hypnotizing
With its sway
Hurling venom
From close range
Like scud missiles
Clouding
Your vision
Quickly
Overtaking your system
Until you’re hopelessly
Paralyzed
and then
Hovers
Waiting for you to fall
While taunting you
With its hisses
Devours you whole,
then retreats
and waits
For you to breakdown
Slowly

If only you could
Learn to dance
Like the Mongoose
You would at least stand
A chance
Against Love