REALITY: Islamic Young Men Love DEATH And Our Hipsters Love FRAPPUCINOS

Y’know, when I see videos of young Muslim men slicing their heads with straight razors in a frenzied jihadic pep rally, then I see our young males wearing Bro-Rompers and driving Priuses with Bernie stickers on them, I get a real bad feeling.

It’s the feeling that if our civilian teens/twentysomethings were ever to go toe to toe with post-pubescent Islamic terrorists that our young ‘uns would get hammered like a loose board at Jonathan Scott’s house.

Our soft and stupid culture is setting us up to be no match for these Muslim youth who are being wet nursed in Islamic death cults, fueled with Muslim madness, in lands with zero economic opportunity, who are feasting feverishly on a steady diet of Anti-American animus.

Yep, all things being equal, I believe they will eventually clean our kid’s clock if we don’t get a pro-American, kiss-my-ass attitude back into our warp and woof. These radical Muslim boys who currently reside across the sea (and some across your street) are not your normal young men. Duh.

This is sort of a problem for me. Why? Well, once again, Islamic young men dig jihad, and our youth love Frappucinos. Al Qaeda operative Maulana Inyadullah put it succinctly: “(Americans) love Pepsi, and we love death.” This is not some moody, PMS phase Islam is currently going through. This is their MO.

I believe that if we, as a nation (especially young adults), don’t toughen up a bit—and do it quick—that we’re not going to have the long-term stuff to cudgel off these persistent zealots. As I begin to stare at my 55-year mark and try to see down the road regarding the land my girls and their kids will inherit, I begin to shake like Rosie does when she misses her 5 pm feeding at the real possibility of the end of this great American experiment.

I believe our increasingly effeminate culture doesn’t stand a long-term chance in hell against Muslim mayhem—unless we beef up a bunch and get back some of the now-endangered American resolve. And that goes for every American—whatever your politics, sexual bent and musical taste. If we don’t recognize and realign spiritually, physically and politically to stave off these death dealers, then within 50+/- years we will be another head on Muhammad’s trophy room wall.

Don’t believe me? Look across the pond. Europe is history as far as their heyday goes. With diminishing birth rates and a thinning of skin, it won’t be too long before the Europe is Islam’s prison chick. I’m talking mop head wig lipstick and all, girlfriend.

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