A peek into the attitude, the thinking, the concerns of our Muslim brothers can be seen in a tweet from a producer over at
Al Jazeera America.
What importance does this Muslim place on the slaughter of 14 innocent.....well, not really innocent, 'cause the dead were infidels....
Quran 2:191: "... kill the disbelievers wherever we find them
"Farook, 28, and Malik, 27, were named as the shooters in the Wednesday killing of 14 and injuring of 24 at a Christmas party attended by San Bernardino County employees."
Dead shooters ID’d as Muslim husband-wife team
So....what were the concerns of this Muslim producer?
"Exhibit A this week in the form of Al Jazeera America producer Hashem Said, who decided to Tweet this criticism of ABC News out after the outlet didn’t show–in his mind–proper respect to San Bernardino terrorist and mass murderer Tafsheen Malik by showing a photo of her without a burqa that covered her face:
Al Jazeera America Producer Slams ABC: ‘Disrespectful’ to Use Terrorist’s Photo Without Burka
The enemy is running my country and no I don't mean just Obama. I mean pretty much every politician since 1861 forward with very FEW exceptions.
For you, Miniver:
Miniver Cheevy
BY
EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON
Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;
He wept that he was ever born,
And he had reasons.
Miniver loved the days of old
When swords were bright and steeds were prancing;
The vision of a warrior bold
Would set him dancing.
Miniver sighed for what was not,
And dreamed, and rested from his labors;
He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot,
And Priam’s neighbors.
Miniver mourned the ripe renown
That made so many a name so fragrant;
He mourned Romance, now on the town,
And Art, a vagrant.
Miniver loved the Medici,
Albeit he had never seen one;
He would have sinned incessantly
Could he have been one.
Miniver cursed the commonplace
And eyed a khaki suit with loathing;
He missed the mediæval grace
Of iron clothing.
Miniver scorned the gold he sought,
But sore annoyed was he without it;
Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,
And thought about it.
Miniver Cheevy, born too late,
Scratched his head and kept on thinking;
Miniver coughed, and called it fate,
And kept on drinking.
