FEEL GOOD NON-ISLAM STORY OF THE DAY

Reportedly a personal ad from the Savannah Tribune

The Digital Nativity

Sorry, Muslims, Jesus was NEVER a messenger of Allah or a prophet of Islam. He was a JOOOOOOO.

So save your comments, they will not be posted.

Enlarge and enjoy.

H/T Henry

RON REAGAN, JR. spits on his father's grave

How does a great leader of the free world like Ronald Reagan produce a commie POS like this?

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UNPRECEDENTED! AMISH temporarily leave the 19th Century to travel to Israel

A group of Amish Christians from the US made widespread use of modern technology – including airplanes, tour buses and even iPhones – in order to come to Israel and apologize to the Jews.

Israel Today- The Amish are most notable to outsiders for their shunning of the technological conveniences that have made life so fast-paced for everyone else. But they did not shy away from using whatever means necessary to accomplish what they viewed as the vitally important task of making things right between their community and Israel.

The Amish, both in the US and Europe, have a long history of anti-Semitism and have traditionally been firm proponents of Replacement Theology, which claims that God cast aside the Jews for their widespread rejection of Jesus as their messiah. Many Amish once believed the Nazi Holocaust was God’s punishment for that rejection of Jesus, and actually applauded Hitler.

“We are here to say we are sorry,” group leader Ben Girod told Israel’s Channel 2 News as the group visited the Western Wall in Jerusalem. “God reminded me that this is not who He is. We no longer want to reject you or look at you as not being God’s people. You were God’s people long before we were.”

Group member Jonas added, “Our people have had some bad attitudes toward the Jewish people and have rejected the Jewish people to a certain extent, and we have come to restore that and apologize.”

In another clip, Girod is shown reading Psalm 121:4 to the group, reminding them that “He who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.”

But the group did not only speak of these things amongst themselves. A strong declaration printed on a beautiful parchment was presented Rabbi Shmuel Rabinovitch, who oversees the Western Wall, on behalf of the entire Amish community. In the declaration, the Amish ask Israel’s forgiveness “for our collective sin of pride and selfishness by ignoring the plight of the Jewish people and the nation of Israel.”

The document concludes by committing the Amish from this point forward to speak out strongly in support of the Jews and the Jewish state.

During their stay in Jerusalem, the group made great efforts to interact with average Israelis, who needed little prodding to satisfy their curiosity regarding these odd-looking foreigners who had come with a message of such warmth and love.

PEACE between two mortal enemies

‘ISLAM NOT’ VIDEO OF THE WEEK

I am a Jew. Wish me a 'Merry Christmas'

The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday  Morning  Commentary.

My confession:  

I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish.  And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees, Christmas trees…  I don’t feel threatened..  I don’t feel discriminated against.. That’s what they are, Christmas trees.

It doesn’t bother me a bit when people say, ‘Merry Christmas’ to me.  I don’t think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto.  In fact, I kind of like it.  It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn’t bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu .  If people want a creche, it’s just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.

I don’t like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don’t think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians.  I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period.  I have no idea where the concept came from, that America is an explicitly atheist country.  I can’t find it in the Constitution and I don’t like it being shoved down my throat.

Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship celebrities and we aren’t allowed to worship God as we understand Him?  I guess that’s a sign that I’m getting old, too.  But there are a lot of us who are wondering where these celebrities came from and where the America we knew went to.

In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different:  This is not intended to be a joke; it’s not funny, it’s intended to get you thinking.

Billy Graham’s daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her ‘How could God let something like this happen?’ (regarding Hurricane Katrina)..  Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response..  She said, ‘I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we’ve been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives.  And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out.  How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?’

In light of recent events… terrorists attack, school shootings, etc..  I think it started when Madeleine Murray O’Hare (she was murdered, her body found a few years ago) complained she didn’t want prayer in our schools, and we said OK.  Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school.  The Bible says thou shalt not kill; thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself.  And we said OK.

Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn’t spank our children when they misbehave, because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock’s son committed suicide).  We said an expert should know what he’s talking about..  And we said okay..

Now we’re asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don’t know right from wrong, and why it doesn’t bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.

Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out.  I think it has a great deal to do with ‘WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.’

Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world’s going to hell.  Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.  Funny how you can send ‘jokes’ through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.  Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.

Are you laughing yet?

Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you’re not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it.

Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us.

Pass it on if you think it has merit.

If not, then just discard it… no one will know you did.  But, if you discard this thought process, don’t sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in.

My Best Regards,  Honestly and respectfully,

Ben Stein

H/T Susan K

15,000 – 20,000 people will read this message here today. That beats my email list anytime.  –BNI

NON-ISLAM STORY OF THE WEEK

Nobody knew where where the mouse came from – he just appeared inside the leopard enclosure after the keeper had dropped in the meat for the leopard.

‘The mouse didn’t  take any notice of the leopard, just went  straight over to the meat and started  feeding himself. ‘But the leopard was  pretty surprised – she bent down and sniffed  the mouse and flinched a bit like she was  scared.

‘In the meantime the mouse just  carried on eating like nothing had  happened…..but even a gentle  shove does not deter the little creature  from getting his fill. ‘It was  amazing, even the keeper who had thrown the meat  into the enclosure was shocked – he said  he’d never seen anything like it before.’

Project owner Jackie James added: ‘It  was so funny to see - Sheena batted the  mouse a couple of times to try to get it away  from her food. ’But the determined  little thing took no notice and just carried  on.’

The mouse  continued to eat the leopard’s lunch and  show the leopard who was the boss.  Just proves no one can push you around  without your  permission.

The extraordinary  scene was captured by photography student  Casey Gutteridge at the Santago Rare Leopard  Project in Hertfordshire.

Sheena the leoparf was brought in to the Santago  Rare Leopard Project from a UK zoo when she  was just four months old.  She is one of  14 big cats in the private collection started by  Jackie ‘s late husband Peter in 1989.

The African Leopard can be found in the  continent’s forests, grasslands, savannas,  and rainforests.

H/T Barbara

Even an elephant seal is better than a Muslim man

H/T Susan K

NON-ISLAM VIDEO OF THE WEEK

Enjoy!

So, what does SECRETARIAT have to do with Islam?

The legendary Secretariat (Big Red) is a thoroughbred. And like every other thoroughbred, he has Arabian blood in its ancestry.

The history of the Thoroughbred began in about 1700 in England, with the importation of the three great Arabian stallions who would form the foundation for the breed. These horses would become the cornerstone of the English Thoroughbred, and the ancestors of the American Thoroughbred.

Secretariat winning the Belmont (clinching the Triple Crown 1978) by 31 lengths, a track record that has never even come close to being broken.

One picture is worth a thousand liberal lies

Promoters of this weekend’s leftwing ‘One Nation Working Together’ rally in D.C. boasted that their event would attract many times more people than the estimated 500,000 that attended Glenn Beck’s ‘Restoring Honor’ rally on 8/28.

The Blaze Well they should get more considering  that the unions and other progressive groups sponsored thousands of free buses to take attendees to D.C. As you can see, the handprint of  the union thugs was all over the professionally-produced signs people were carrying on 10/2.

Let’s see what the aerial views of both rallies show:

ONE NATION WORKING TOGETHER RALLY 10/2 (This was the aerial photo used at Huffington Post) Most of the crowd was right in front of the Lincoln Memorial at the top)

RESTORING HONOR RALLY 8/28  (‘Nuf said)

'May you be inscribed and sealed in the book of life'

ROSH HASHANAH in the year 5771. HAPPY NEW YEAR to my dear Jewish friends and Christian Zionists.

Next year in Jerusalem.

Gaza Terror Attack on Israeli Kibbutz Heralds Jewish New Year

Gaza terrorists launched a mortar attack on children and their parents in southern Israel Wednesday, just hours before the start of Rosh HaShanah, the Jewish New Year. One mortar exploded close to several kindergarten buildings in a Negev kibbutz, just half an hour before the children were set to arrive. No one was wounded in the attack, which occurred in the Sha’ar HaNegev Regional Council district, but at least one of the buildings was damaged.

HEY GIRLFRIENDS! This one's for you

Because we deserve a break from the horrors of Islam.

When you have to visit a public toilet, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it’s your turn, you check for feet under the cubicle doors.

Every cubicle is occupied.

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the cubicle. You get in to find the door won’t latch. It doesn’t matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!

The dispenser for the modern ‘seat covers’ (invented by someone’s Mum, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your bag on the door hook, if there was one, so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mum would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!) down with your pants and assume ‘ The Stance.

In this position, your aging, toneless, thigh muscles begin to shake. You’d love to sit down, but having not taken time to wipe the seat or to lay toilet paper on it, you hold ‘The Stance.’

To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser.

In your mind, you can hear your mother’s voice saying, ‘Dear, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!’ Your thighs shake more.

You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday – the one that’s still in your bag (the bag around your neck, that now you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do, so you crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It’s still smaller than your thumbnail.

Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn’t work.

The door hits your bag, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest and you and your bag topple backward against the tank of the toilet.

‘Occupied!’ you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, while losing your footing altogether and sliding down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it’s too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper – not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.

You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because you’re certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, ‘You just don’t KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl and spraying a fine mist of water that covers your bum and runs down your legs and into your shoes.

The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force and you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.

At this point, you give up. You’re soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You’re exhausted. You try to wipe with a sweet wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.

You can’t figure out how to operate the taps with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting

You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when youNEEDED it?)

You yank the paper from your shoe, plonk it in the woman’s hand and tell her warmly, ‘Here, you just might need this.

As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men’s toilet. Annoyed, he asks, ‘What took you so long and why is your bag hanging around your neck?

This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with any public toilets. It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers that other commonly asked question about why women go to the toilets in pairs. It’s so the other girl can hold the door, hang onto your bag and hand you Kleenex under the door.

H/T JANICE