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The Handwriting on the Wall
By Brigitte Gabriel
Dear J,
During this first month of the New Year 2009, we have seen some stunning developments that, considered together, should leave absolutely no doubt about the rising radical Islamic threat on our doorsteps in America.
I have been warning Americans since 2002 about this threat, and that the threat is not just confined to terrorism. This is not a “war on terror.” Terror is a tactic, one of many in the arsenal of radical Islamists.
I have been declaring, to anyone who would listen, that Islamists are well on their way to subverting and transforming Europe, and they are riding that wave here to America.
I have told my personal story, of how Islamists, step by step, took over my country of Lebanon. How they used our freedoms and commitment to tolerance and multiculturalism against us to further their ultimate ends. And how they are using the same strategies and tactics against us in the West.
In just the past three weeks we have seen:
- A violent Islamic protest in Britain, where an angry mob shouting “Allahu Akbar” chased – yes, chased – dozens of British policemen for blocks. You must see this video to believe it! (Please be warned – there is offensive language and profanity). Click here to see this shocking video.
- Pro-Hamas, anti-Israel Muslims conducting demonstrations here in America, shouting praises to Hitler for what he did to the Jews, yelling “go back to the ovens,” and at times physically attacking counter-protestors.
- The Amsterdam Court of Appeals ordering the prosecution of Dutch parliamentarian Geert Wilders because he has made statements deemed “insulting” and harmful to “the religious esteem” of Muslims.
- Austrian parliamentarian Susanne Winter convicted of “incitement,” because of public statements she has made, including the claim that the prophet Mohammed was a pedophile.
- Muslim protest marches in Italy that ended with the protestors, in an obvious act of intimidation, conducting mass prayer vigils directly in front of Catholic places of worship.
- The release of an official U.S. government report stating that Hezbollah is forming terrorist cells here in the U.S. that could become operational.
- The UN continuing to move ahead with the “Durban II” conference and its document that is little more than an anti-Israel rant that calls for suppressing public “defamation” of religion – notably Islam. This has run parallel to an effort by the Organization of the Islamic Conference to get the UN Human Rights Commission to pass a resolution condemning public “defamation” of Islam.
My friends, the handwriting is clearly on the wall. Radical Islam is on the march, and it is growing stronger and bolder with every passing day.
What elected official in Europe or the UK will now have the courage to speak out against this threat? Certainly the actions against parliamentarians Wilders and Winter will ultimately have a chilling effect on American elected officials as well.
How many more “no-go zones,” Muslim enclaves where non-Muslims and even police officers fear to go, will appear in Europe? We’re already seeing such enclaves develop here in America right now. There’s a reason why Dearborn, Michigan, is frequently referred to as “Dearbornistan.”
What will happen in America when 50,000 ranting, chanting Islamist demonstrators attempt to aggressively back down and chase police officers trying to maintain order? Will the police use the force necessary? If they do, we can expect howls from groups like CAIR (the Council on American-Islamic Relations). How will government officials respond?
And if the police back down and run, as they recently did in Britain, what message is being sent to radical Islamists?
With the recent announcements by the Obama administration regarding ending the use of certain coercive interrogation practices, will this administration have the courage and use the tools necessary to protect us from Hezbollah, Hamas and al Qaeda terrorist cells in our midst?
It is becoming crystal clear that 2009 is going to be a critical year in our effort to roll back the rising tide of Islamofascism. Over the next several weeks we will be announcing various projects and programs designed so that we can more aggressively and effectively go on the offense against this threat.
I am asking you to pay close attention to these announcements when they occur and to participate in every way you can. We must all come together and ACT! this year, before the worldwide momentum building behind radical Islam becomes too powerful to stop.
Always devoted,
GOOD MORNING! The story is told of a class of students who were requested to write their list for the modern day “Seven Wonders of the World.” Many of the students included: (1) Egypt’s Great Pyramids, (2) Taj Mahal, (3) Petra, (4) the Panama Canal, (5) Empire State Building, (6) Machu Pichu, (7) the Great Wall of China, (8) Chichen Itza, (9) Roman Coliseum.One girl was slow to turn in her list. When queried by the teacher, she replied, “There are so many – I think the “Seven Wonders of the World” are: (1) to see, (2) to hear, (3) to touch, (4) to taste, (5) to feel, (6) to laugh, and (7) to love.”
On that note, I thought the following piece (author unknown) would be uplifting and worth sharing:
THE PRESENT
Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the air. You name them – work, family, health, friends and spirit – and you’re keeping all of these in the air. You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. But the other four balls – family, health, friends and spirit – are made of glass. If you drop one of these, they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged or even shattered. They will never be the same.
You must understand that and strive for balance in your life. How? Don’t undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others. It is because we are different that each of us is special. Don’t set your goals by what other people deem important. Only you know what is best for you. Don’t take for granted the things closest to your heart. Cling to them as you would your life, for without them, life is meaningless.
Don’t let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past or for the future. By living your life one day at a time, you live ALL the days of your life. Don’t give up when you still have something to give. Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying. Don’t be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect. It is this fragile thread that binds us to each other. Don’t be afraid to encounter risks. It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.
Don’t shut love out of your life by saying it’s impossible to find. The quickest way to receive love is to give; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly; and the best way to keep love is to give it wings. Don’t run through life so fast that you forget not only where you’ve been, but also where you are going. Don’t forget, a person’s greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated and to give love to one’s family. Don’t be afraid to learn. Knowledge is weightless, a treasure you can always carry easily.
Don’t use time or words carelessly. The hurtful things you say cannot be taken back. Neither time nor words can be retrieved. Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery and today is a gift: that’s why we call it the present.
During the days before Seder Pesach Gabi walks around Mumbai hanging announcements in hotels and guesthouses. These are invitations to Jews and Israelis in Mumbai to join the kosher Seder Pesach at the Beith Chabad.On the eve of Pesach, a few hours before the beginning of the holiday, in the midst of the preparations for Seder, Rivky says to Gabi “Go, go around, and see if we have not overlooked any hotel or guest house”.
Gabi replies ” But I went personally, and I hung announcements personally…” Rivky insists, and Gabi goes out to the streets as requested by his beloved wife.
As he patrols the streets, Gabi discovers a guesthouse that he somehow overlooked before, and didn’t hang an invitation there. He enters and asks the clerk to see the guest book. He checks it and discovers a name that sounds Israeli.
He goes up the stairs, knocks repeatedly on the door, and when there is no answer he leaves and starts descending the stairs. As he reaches the bottom step, behind him the door opens and a young man with a towel around his middle, dripping water, looks at him shocked.
“Who sent you?” asks the young man. ” The Kadosh Baruch Hu ” (The Holy Blessed be He –G-d ) answers Gabi. The young man, in total shock, invites him to come back, gets dressed and says:
0D
“Listen to this story. I just arrived from the south of India on my way to the north, I never intended to stop in this city, I came on a train and I was to change trains. When I get off the train and go to buy my ticket, I discover to my horror that some pickpocket robbed me. I sit on a rock and start getting depressed, but suddenly a young man comes to me. He talks to me with a French accent and asks where I am from. When I tell him that I am from Israel, the young man tells me that he is also Jewish, from France, and he gives me some money. The young man tells me to go into the city, rent a room and after the holiday call home and ask the parents to deposit money in the postal bank, and then withdraw it here through Western Union.
I do as the young man told me. I get to the city, rent a room in the first guesthouse I see, enter the room, and lie down on the bed. I look upward and begin to “talk” to G-d. “G-d, what is going on? What will happen? What am I doing here in this bad situation? ”
You get this? ME, the kibbutznik? ME, who never had any connection or contact with “him above” … I now talk to him….
Suddenly I realize that this is the eve of Pesach, the evening of Seder, and my monologue starts again: ” I know that the connection between us is not who knows what… but G-d, if you love me, give me a sign, don’t let me be alone this evening, allow me to be at a real Seder, with other Jews… ”
I finish my monologue, take of my clothes and go to the shower, turn on the water and suddenly I hear knocks on the door. I thought I am imagining it, but no, there were repeated knocks on the door. I turn off the water, grab the towel around me and come to open the door. I open the door and see someone who looks like a Jewish rabbi at the bottom of the stairs, and when I ask you who sent you, you answer me “Hakadosh Baruch Hu “…(G-d)
Needless to say, that this kibutznik too, like hundreds and thousands of other Jews enjoyed the magical hospitality of the Chabad house of the city.
DON’T TELL G-D HOW BIG YOUR TROUBLES ARE…
TELL YOUR TROUBLES HOW BIG G-D IS….
THERE IS NONE EXCEPT HIM
Taninim Omrim: Hallellu et Hashem min ha’aretz, Taninim vechol tehomot
A free translation of an article appearing in the newspaper BeShevah. The late famous Rabbi Shlomo Carlbach z”l flew many times around the world in order to perform his special music and was well known in the Airline World.
On one of his flights the Rabbi noticed one of the stewardesses mumbling her prayers from a siddur. He was surprised at this unusual occurrence. He waited until she had finished her “davening” and politely asked her “Are you a Jewess?” She told him that she was a recent convert to Judaism, having been taught by an Orthodox Rabbi and she said “as you can see I am now abiding by the strict rules of the religion.”
Shortly afterwards she returned to Shlomo Carlbach and said “I see you are a Rabbi. Perhaps you will be able to help me with a pressing personal problem.” Rabbi Shlomo inclined his head and pricked up his ears when he heard her words. “Recently I have become friendly with a Jewish young man, and we both love one another very much. We would like to marry, but his parents are very much opposed to our “Shidduch” on the grounds of my conversion. Unfortunately he does not want to go against his parents’ wishes, as they have threatened to cut off all connections with him. He is very close to his parents and does not want to cause them grief. Rabbi, perhaps you can help us.” ”I will try” said Rabbi Shlomo. He took the parents telephone numbers, promising that he would try to convince them to be in favor of the marriage. On arrival at his destination, he contacted the young man’s parents, but received a hostile and frosty reception. His attempts to convince the father to look at the situation from another angle failed utterly. In fact the father’s anger grew even more until at the end he shouted ”Don’t you know I am a Sho’ah survivor, and because of what the goyim did to us Jews, I now hate Goyim, and I will tell you, if my son marries this Goya (Gentile),I will kill him.” At the end of this telephone call the Rabbi contacted the air hostess to tell her of his failure. She did not immediately answer him, but in her place, her father came to the phone. They conversed a little and Rabbi Shlomo told the girl’s father of his attempts on behalf of his daughter. The father then accused the Rav for ‘mixing in’ in the matter. At this response Rabbi Shlomo tried to justify himself by saying “In the Talmud it is written that the Almighty is busy for one third of his time in match making, and I am only trying to help Him step by step. What is clear to me is that your daughter and her young man are very much in love and it is a shame that they will not marry.” The concerned voice of Rabbi Shlomo Carlbach touched the heart of the girl’s father. He started to cry and said with feeling “I will reveal to you a secret that I have not told to anyone, something that I was certain that no-one would ever know. I and my wife are Christians – but not genuine ones. Both of us are survivors from the Holocaust and because of what G-d did to the Jews – we hate Judaism. We brought up our kids as Christians in every way. They don’t know the Truth.” ”If this is so “said the Rav, excitedly, “your daughter is Jewish from birth, and there’s no problem. The boy’s father wants his future daughter-in-law to be a genuine Jewess, and now it is clear that she is exactly this. Reveal to her the truth, and they will be able to marry.” The air hostess’s father concurred and the Rabbi then succeeded to convene a meeting of both sets of parents together in his hotel. At the first moment of their meeting one of the fathers yelled out ”Yankele!” and the other responded “Herschele!” – And they fell into one another’s arms. Afterwards they explained to their respective, shocked wives that before the outbreak of W.W.2. They both learned at the same Yeshivah. Each one was sure that the other had perished in the Sho’ah. Abundant memories came back to them. They remembered their lost childhood and spoke nostalgically of the pain. One of them said “Do you remember how we dreamt of the future when we were Yeshivah students?” The other one responded “Yes, and we said to one another – when we grow up and marry, our offspring may well marry one another. We forgot entirely, but Hashem did not forget.”
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I wonder how many people rallying here actually know what the ongoing battle is about.
Location: “UC Urvine” Muslim Student Union
It is a matter of history that when Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces, General Dwight Eisenhower, found the victims of the death camps, he ordered all possible photographs to be taken, and for the German people from surrounding villages to be ushered through the camps and even made to bury the dead.He did this because he said in words to this effect: ‘Get it all on record now – get the films – get the witnesses – because somewhere down the track of history some b*stard will get up and say that this never happened’
‘All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing’
Edmund Burke
This week, the UK removed The Holocaust from its school curriculum because it ‘offended’ the Muslim population which claims it never occurred.
This is a frightening portent of the fear that is gripping the world and how easily each country is giving in to it.
It is now more than 60 years after the Second World War in Europe ended.
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six million Jews, 20 million Russians, 10 million Christians and 1,900 Catholic priests who were murdered, massacred, raped, burned, starved and humiliated with the German and Russian peoples looking the other way!
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What a materialistic religion. Somewhat perverse and empty, would you not agree?!
Has G-d no greater imagination than rewarding man with pleasures of the flesh that merely last as long as a TicTac???
What a sad existance these people live.
What a greatly inspirational speech -
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Where are the voices of humanity’s peacekeepers to condemn the losses of our miracles?
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A TRULY BEAUTIFUL JEWISH STORY……
On his way out from shul in Jerusalem, Dan approached a young man in jeans, backpack, dark skin, curly black hair, he looked Sephardi, maybe Moroccan.
”Good Shabbos. My name is Dan Eisenblatt. Would you like to eat at my house tonight?”
The young man’s face broke in an instant from a worried look to a smile.
”Yeah, thanks. My name is Machi.”
Together they walked out of the shul. A few minutes later they were all standing around Dan’s Shabbos table. Dan noticed his guest fidgeting and leafing through his songbook, apparently looking for something. He asked with a smile, “Is there a song you want to sing?
I can help if you’re not sure about the tune.” The guest’s face lit up.
”There is a song I’d like to sing, but I can’t find it here. I really liked what we sang in the synagogue tonight. What was it called?
Something ‘dodi.’”
Dan paused for a moment, on the verge of saying, “It’s not usually sung at the table,” but then he caught himself. “If that’s what the kid wants,” he thought, “what’s the harm?” Aloud he said, “You mean Lecha Dodi. Wait, let me get you a siddur.”
Once they had sung Lecha Dodi, the young man resumed his silence until after the soup, when Dan asked him, “Which song now?” The guest looked embarrassed, but after a bit of encouragement said firmly, “I’d really like to sing Lecha Dodi again.” Dan was not really all that surprised when, after the chicken, he asked his guest what song now, and the young man said, “Lecha Dodi, please.” Dan almost blurted out, “Let’s sing it a little softer this time, the neighbors are going to think I’m nuts.” He finally said, “Don’t you want to sing something else?”
His guest blushed and looked down. “I just really like that one,” he mumbled. “Just something about it – I really like it.” In all, they must have sung “The Song” eight or nine times. Dan wasn’t sure — he lost count. Later Dan asked, “Where are you from?”
The boy looked pained, then stared down at the floor and said softly, “Ramallah.”
Dan’s was sure he’d heard the boy say “Ramallah,” a large Arab city on the West Bank. Quickly he caught himself, and then realized that he must have said Ramleh, an Israeli city. Dan said, “Oh, I have a cousin there. Do you know Ephraim Warner? He lives on Herzl Street.”
The young man shook his head sadly. “There are no Jews in Ramallah.”
Dan gasped. He really had said “Ramallah”! His thoughts were racing.
Did he just spend Shabbos with an Arab? He told the boy, “I’m sorry, I’m a bit confused. And now that I think of it, I haven’t even asked your full name. What is it, please?”
The boy looked nervous for a moment, then squared his shoulders and said quietly, “Machmud Ibn-esh-Sharif.” Dan stood there speechless.
What could he say? Machmud broke the silence hesitantly: “I was born and grew up in Ramallah. I was taught to hate my Jewish oppressors, and to think about killing them would make me a hero.
But I always had my doubts. I mean, we were taught that the Sunna, the tradition, says, ‘No one of you is a believer until he desires for his brother that which he desires for himself.’ I used to sit and wonder, weren’t the Yahud (Jews) people, too? Didn’t they have the right to live the same as us? If we’re supposed to be good to everyone, how come nobody includes Jews in that? “I put these questions to my father, and he threw me out of the house. By now my mind was made up: I was going to run away and live with the Yahud, until I could find out what they were really like. I snuck back into the house that night, to get my things and my backpack.
My mother caught me in the middle of packing. I told her that I wanted to go live with the Jews for a while and find out what they are really like and maybe I would even want to convert.
She was turning more and more pale while I said all this, and I thought she was angry, but that wasn’t it. Something else was hurting her and she whispered gently, ‘You don’t have to convert. You already are a Jew.’
”I was shocked. My head started spinning, and for a moment I couldn’t speak. Then I stammered, ‘What do you mean?’ ‘In Judaism,’ she told me, ‘the religion goes according to the mother.
I’m Jewish, so that means you’re Jewish.’ “I never had any idea my mother was Jewish. I guess she didn’t want anyone to know. She whispered suddenly, ‘I made a mistake by marrying an Arab man. In you, my mistake will be redeemed.’ “My mother always talked that way, poetic-like. She went and dug out some old documents, and handed them to me: things like my birth certificate and her old Israeli ID card, so I could prove I was a Jew.
I’ve got them here, but I don’t know what to do with them. “My mother hesitated about one piece of paper. Then she said, ‘You may as well take this. It is an old photograph of my grand-parents which was taken when they went visiting the grave of some great ancestor of ours.’ “Now I have traveled here to Israel. I’m just trying to find out where I belong.”
Dan gently put his hand on Machmud’s shoulder. Machmud looked up, scared and hopeful at the same time. Dan asked, “Do you have the photo here?”
The boy’s face lit up. “Sure! I always carry it with me.” He reached in his backpack and pulled out an old, tattered envelope.
When Dan read the gravestone inscription, he nearly dropped the photo.
He rubbed his eyes to make sure. There was no doubt. This was a grave in the old cemetery in Tzfat, and the inscription identified it as the grave of the great Kabbalist and tzaddik Rabbi Shlomo Alkabetz.
Dan’s voice quivered with excitement as he explained to Machmud who his ancestor was. “He was a friend of the Arizal, a great Torah scholar, a tzaddik, a mystic. And, Machmud, your ancestor wrote that song we were singing all Shabbos: Lecha Dodi!”
This time it was Machmud’s turn to be struck speechless. Dan extended his trembling hand and said, “Welcome home, Machmud.”
This true story, submitted by Nechama Goodman, is documented in “Monsey, Kiryat Sefer and Beyond” by Zev Roth.
During that U.S. tour, Alamoush called the killing of a Jew “a good deed.” In a speech at a MAYA conference in Chicago, he told his audience, “Somebody approached me at the mosque [in Amman] and asked me, ‘if I see a Jew in the street, should I kill him?’” He paused, then answered the question: “Don’t ask me. After you kill him, come and tell me. What do you want from me, a fatwa [legal ruling]? Really, a good deed does not require one.”
Yep… a peacefull people indeed. One that would surely recognize Israel’s right to exist, wouldn’t you agree?
Read this article posted by the trusted site ‘LGF’ :
It’s a good deed to kill a “Jew”
Okidoki!
That no Human-Rights groups have condemned this type of broadcasts, aired to vulnerable and influentiable children throughout such a volatile region, is beyond the scope of my understanding. But I’m willing to bet that they will find a way of blaming
Hamas TV broadcasting: A child stabbing Bush to death.