Jack of Harts

On November Twelve, twenty five years ago, the country and the world was united. The Twin Towers had fallen, we had watched Muslims marching in the streets in celebration of the event whose death toll we did not yet know, and America and the world was united in defending America and seeking to find out who did it.

On October Eight, three years ago, the same unity did not exist. Muslim terrorists from Gaza had gang raped and cooked and grenaded and otherwise murdered their way through southern Israel and took hostages, including Americans back into Gaza where they would be slowly tortured and killed one at a time over the next year. A few were recovered alive in the end. Muslims all over the world demonstrated and cheered their great victory in slaughtering unarmed civilians, gang raping young women to death, and cooking babies in ovens. And in numerous countries over the world, including America, young local people in their late teens and early twenties marched in celebration of the slaughter. On American streets. On the streets of First World nations all over the world.

And three years later, this year, the new Muslim mayor of New York who spent November Eleven laughing with his buddies during the 9-11 memorial, spends 10-7 devoting most of his speech to blaming Israel for that fact that his fellow Muslims just keep slaughtering Jews every chance they get.

I don’t understand how people can celebrate evil like this. I don’t understand how people can go out in public and demonstrate in favor of slaughtering civilians. Of literal crimes against humanity.

But I know evil when I see it, and I do declare it evil.

I declare it evil, and I declare that such evil barbarism must be banished from modern civilized society.