The Sausage Stand

     If Mohammed's whacked out religion had contained itself on the Arabian peninsula the world would be a lot better off. If all we ever saw of that culture was Ali Baba and the forty thieves and movies like "The Road To Morocco" no one would pay it any mind and they would just be a quaint people who rode camels and prayed a lot. I remember, as a child, on game shows like The Sixty-Four Thousand Dollar Question, people would routinely win vacations to the fantastic tourist sites along the coast there, and the hotels were extraordinary.  Instead of old women in burquas being shot in the head, there were some of the most beautiful women in the world doing dances that could melt the wax off a Dixie Cup at one hundred yards. 

     The image I had of Islam up until 9/11 was if you lived by the precepts of the Qu'ran, and kept a clean life, you would naturally be successful and happy. I was kinda partial to the four wives thing, too, but I won't go there.  So what went wrong? What changed over booked hotels into rubble? Nothing! The hotels were an illusion. The smiling faces were masks, hiding the true nature of Islam from the Western world until they had pumped enough oil out of the desert to impose their real intent. 

     Now, this is not to say that every Muslim is a wild eyed terrorist with a bomb in a pressure cooker headed for a day care center. The guy working fourteen hours a day down at the Quickie Mart couldn't care less about what ISIS is up to as he hands you your cigarettes through the drive through window. One thing that is different, however, is the undercurrent of disrespect for America, and what it stands for. Time was, as Ahmed squandered in the slums of Beirut, he had dreams of someday landing in New York, and starting a little shop somewhere in Harlem. Just getting there was only part of the dream. To work toward actually becoming an American was the ultimate goal. To be able to raise his hand for the first time, and pledge to the flag was something that inspired him because America was the land of opportunity. It was a place where he could stand equal to sheiks, under the law, where his rights were assured, and no one could just come into his house and take what they wanted. And that flag was the symbol of all that hope. 

     Do you remember the opening scene of "The Godfather?" "I believe in America! I came to America to make-a my fortune . . ." That was the dream of every Italian immigrant who ever sold sausages from a push cart on Mulberry Street. It was hard to get here, hard to get started, and hard to stay here. You think your life is hard? Go tell it to the Pilgrims!  But, it was worth it. This was AMERICA! The immigrants held to their new country because the wanted above all to really belong! Slowly that pride began to erode. It evolved from a fond memory of the old country, and nodding respect to roots to a total rejection of American culture and an effort to impose the same failed plan that brought them here in the first place! 

     So what's the difference between an Italian down on Mulberry Street, and a Muslim stepping on the flag on some Ivy League campus? ISLAM! The Italian's religion is a few Hail Marys and a bottle of wine, and the Muslim submerges himself in Islam to the exclusion of everything else.  They have this idea that there are no international borders, and there is only Islam as a "state." If they can pervert our laws, use our own constitution against us, and terrorize us enough, they will be able to build the same septic tank here, that they had THERE, and the sheiks will be back! 

     We cannot allow this to happen. To stand idly by while some girl dressed in a tent, with a rag on her head spits on the flag must not be tolerated. Sure, a few of us are going to go to jail.  Right now the statue of liberty is in jail, and no one is throwing down on her bail. Sure, we have made war.  Sure we have imposed our interests, but if we are the great "Satan," if we are so perverse, why do they come here in the first place. They HAVE a huge selection of other countries to choose from where a pretty girl can't wear a swim suit. Go THERE! But WE have to stand up, people! From the banker in his plush office all the way down to DeAngelo selling his sausage, we have to let these usurpers know that this is STILL America and the ghosts of Ellis Island will not let us forget that. America is an idea. An idea build on the sweat and tears of generations of people striving for a better life. We are all immigrants. If you don't have a feather in your hair you ain't FROM here! 

     Islam is the only thing in the world that would make Al Capone look good. Even HE was glad to be here. And all this "black" thing? I noticed Al Sharpton has NOT made his reservations to return to the "old" country. He's too busy having breakfast on Long Island somewhere. Our judges are idiots. Our police are storm troopers, and our colleges are managed by pseudo intellectuals who should never be allowed to be around children! And Islam is a cancer that only the strongest medicine will work! Stop worrying about THEIR rights. They lost them the second they put  their first dirty foot on Old Glory. They have rejected America, and it's damn well time we, as a people, that's right, a PEOPLE, rejected THEM!