PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE

Dear Soulmate

All through my day...I catch myself smiling, with thoughts of you..At night you enter my dreams...and I can feel your touch...your love... Conversations with others...always  end with me talking of you...There is so much I see that reminds me of you...I feel you all around me...Each love song I hear...sounds as if it was written just for us...I can't wait to get home each day... hoping for a call...to hear your voice...Perhaps a letter or a note I will find...telling me of your love...When I see lovers holding hands...no longer do I envy them...for I have you...I thought the rest of my life would be empty of passion and the love of a woman...The trust...the hope of loving or sharing myself with any woman again seemed lost...But, you have captured my heart...and all the feelings I locked away has surfaced...Look what you have done...I Love You...You're the sun that lights my day.You're the stars that light my night.You take away my pain and strife and from this gift I finally see How much you mean to me. So from this day,I pledge my life,to always love you until the light.

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE...TIC ...TOC

Dear Soulmate,

Tic...toc...tic...toc...do you hear the movement of the clock? Every beat, every second it moves closer to every hour, would be like the beatings of my heart...each beat, each second my heart beats to sustain me, it grows, every time the clock moves and my heart beats..my love for you grows.The first time I saw you. I felt something inside. It was a dream, a dream come true,A feeling I could not hide.Everything about you, your hair, your eyes Was just something different.I wonder why my heart sighs,Your beauty has lit this passion and desire. Now you, and only you, can put out this fire. Others try, with promises,sweet words,and even sweeter smiles. but... they're not you. Why settle for promises when forever is right here with you. There is no touch gentler,no smile brighter, no kiss softer than the ones you give me. Everything I need  I have in you. You are more than a dream, the closest I'll come to an angel, and everything I want. Our love is ... Perfect.

PERSONAL: STORY OF MY LIFE

The story of my life is a book about love which contains no chapters,no writing. And as this story is told,it is the voice of a mute.That is, until you came into my life, filling every moment with a joyous,heart-warming, song. A song of which makes my heart, soul,and spirit swell with pleasure, elation, and an almost surreal perfection. Now as time has passed, and our story has unfolded; Each chapter coming to light, day by day, one experience after another, only getting better, with each experience unique in its' own special way. As the stories reveal themselves; my love for you deepens, as does the want,desire, and yearning for your touch and  love.  Each chapter has meant the world to me.I would not trade them for all the riches of man;but hold them close to my heart.Nor would I wish for future chapters to go unwritten.I thank you for bringing light to my life.And I want our story to go on forever,never ending, never failing.I love you, always and forever.

PERSONAL/ DEAR SOULMATE

Dear Future Soulmate,

I often dreamed about a faceless woman who comes in through the dark holding a candle that burns softly.A glowing light that surrounds the room and engulfs the darkness. The single light pours into my heart and rushes through me washing out everything that was ever dirty and cleansing my soul. I never really thought she existed only a dream. A figure of my ever changing and growing imagination, but one day when I met you and fell into your embracing arms and looking into your eyes ,I saw that candle burning this bright light boring into the very heart of me. It was then I knew I loved you.You were my faceless woman who made everything wrong become right. You take away all my sorrows with a single hello.The air that seemed to be always constricted now flows through me without effort. From your touch, my dream of a woman so loving,so gentle, so true has finally arrived and with it, is the love we share between no other hearts..just yours and mine.

PERSONAL/ LOVE/ DATING: BEING LOVED BY A WOMAN

I know what it feels like to be loved by a woman; a woman whose heart is open wide to the spirit you are; a woman who loves you, or in the moment feels as though she is deeply in love with you. To hold her in your arms, to feel her breath upon your chest, as she holds you in embrace, and caresses your heart into deep utter relaxation.To be teased into bliss by the simplicity of her eyes melting into yours. Her rich smell as her pheromones reach out to yours and tantalize your adrenaline into heaven. A spark of simplicity, a whimper in your heart of relief, of satisfaction, of knowing you are man, as you are received in her love. To be a man, being loved by this woman helps you to know you ARE alive, and you are worthy, are capable and acceptable in being a man;  that you are allowed to be YOU,

PERSONAL/LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE..CAN I COME TO YOU

Dear Soulmate

A stranger was love, unknown to my heart, for thy heart had never met, except in dreams, nor felt it's embrace. Though I must admit, it lives, so it seems, for it is felt deep beneath my breast. Nothing less of love could have taken place,for it holds thy heart captive. There is no greater feeling than love, the feelings, that love doth move;Before this date love was a stranger to me, and yet, it lived, nay lives, deep within thee. It was written in the stars...on the pages of my heart... that someday, I would find the Love, I feel for You tonight...on the ocean of our dreams...Like a prayer, You came to me...and the longing that had been found and it's ending in your eyes.I am missing you tonight...I really want to see you...I really want to touch you...If only I could hold you in my arms again. I really want to reach you forever to be with you.If I had one wish. It would be that you would be here with me.Holding you in my arms and kissing you and wanting never to let you go. Tonight, when darkness takes the day and the sky is no longer blue,  as you lie in your bed of dreams, can I come to you?  Can I be your everything and more, do what I have not done yet, Love you like I want and..be myself with no regrets? Tell me... without me your world would end and through life you will never find your way. Tell me things, in the blanket of darkness, that you would not tell me in the light of day. I wonder what would happen if, for tonight, my hidden thoughts were revealed. I want you to read my mind. Can you feel what I feel?  So, my love... I will ask you again... can I do what I want to?  Be your breath and the beat in your heart...?  Can I come to you?

PERSONAL/LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE..WAS IT ONLY....

Dear Soulmate,

Was it only days ago.It seems like forever.I don't think that I will know for how could I ever? The place I first met you, heart.A place, my sweet beauty,that I go when we're apart. Is this love? I know that someday my lips will once again touch you.I pray that time quickly slips to bring my love to you.This soul of mine that lies deep within,yearns for your love, yearns for companionship,Too many times has this heart been shattered to pieces by words and movements of another's lies,Too many times have these ears heard false impressions.Too many times has my love been shoved aside,just tossed away like a piece of thin red line.This mortal body needs someone to caress it,and not to beat it down. This soul needs something that is real,and not something that is full of lies,This heart needs someone to love it,and not to say phrases and lines that are lies,This thing called love so many shove aside,Taken for granted, is the one thing I desire...I have touched your soul and you reached back and touched mine.Did you know it? Did you feel it? It drives me mad deep inside. I crave it like nothing else...Food and water I do not need. The air itself, I would not breath. All things seem frivolous. Nothing seems important except feeling that touch of your soul again.My heart--like a spider?-- Spins out its web: Thin tendrils from you to me. You, as my base, hold me up, Though it is pure feeling And so strong it could cradle mountains. A lace-work of beauty, Glistening in your radiance and filled with the warmth of life.

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE...TO SEE YOUR FACE

Dear Soulmate,

To see your face is to watch the moon's charming guise.Clear as white, calm as night, and heavenly appealing. A rousing light of this soul in its darkest hour and the lone delight of this sorrowful heart. To listen to your voice is to hear an angel sing. Every lyric speaks of heartfelt love. Its tune soothes this tired and deadbeat mind and the rhythm ushers in a new dawn of life. To smell your scent is to sense a sweet perfume as fresh and sweet-scented as the morning mist. A new, refreshing, and inspiring fragrance to this dull and stinking world of mine. To behold your eyes is to be magically entranced by a force as magnetic as the heavens above striking and mesmerizing and I just get lost inside your sight. To see your grace is to meet the Goddess of Love. Lovely, irresistible, and out of the ordinary to glance at your beauty is privilege enough.What more if I get to be by your side? To share thy sorrows and laughter and to discern my deepest secrets Is a great pleasure, without a doubt.For no one's more interesting than thou art To make me love you is as weird as life but is as pleasant as rose but for you to love me, too, is a gift from God himself. 

ARTICLE: WHAT LIES BENEATH BY AMANDA HESS

On Beauty | For Women, a New Look Down Under

After years of razors, wax and lasers reducing pubic hair to the bare minimum — or nothing at all — there’s a return to a more natural state.

Marilyn Monroe’s maid claimed she once walked in on the actress naked and splayed-legged, bottle and toothbrush in hand, meticulously bleaching the hair between her legs a perfectly matching platinum. When Monroe danced onto a breezy New York City subway grate in that billowing ivory dress in “The Seven Year Itch,” she layered two pairs of underwear to ensure that her bountiful crop was obscured from gawkers’ sightlines. And when the studio photographer snapped on-set publicity shots of the scene, they were meticulously airbrushed to smooth out the unmistakable texture visible beneath her pleated skirt.

For women of Monroe’s generation, pubic hair was a game of peekaboo — on full display in the privacy of the bungalow, but carefully hidden from popular view. In recent years, the bombshell bush has essentially disappeared. Wax-wielding estheticians and permanent lasers have whittled it down or erased it entirely. Pornography has served up a new degree of bareness. When the paparazzi shoot pantyless pop stars exiting limousines, their cameras zoom in on a barren landscape.

It wasn’t always this way. For centuries of artistic tradition, the absence of pubic hair was merely an illusion. Renaissance artists depicted the female pelvis in smoothed stone or oil-painted shadow. Although a few artists made bids for erotic realism — notably Gustave Courbet in 1866 with the furry black patch in his painting “L’Origine du Monde”— the taboo persisted. The story goes that the 19th-century art critic John Ruskin was so shocked by the discrepancy between the renderings he’d studied and his wife’s naked body that he annulled the marriage. “Though her face was beautiful,” he wrote, “there were certain circumstances in her person” that left him unable to proceed. When the photographer Alfred Stieglitz exhibited 45 portraits, several of them nudes, of his muse Georgia O’Keeffe in 1921, they caused a sensation.

The explosion of the bikini on 1960s beaches changed everything, bringing with it the “bikini line,” which required a precise shave. The beauty industry graciously homed in on this new terrain, first with razors and depilatory creams, then waxes, electrolysis and lasers. Peruse popular nudes over the past decades and you can practically carbon-date the photo by the area’s dwindling dimensions. In the 1960s, the fashion designer Mary Quant got hers trimmed into a heart. Helmut Newton’s 1981 “Big Nudes” series of photographs featured towering heels and equally imposing pubic hair; by the 1990s, Playboy centerfolds had transitioned from a full growth to a teensy landing strip; by the 21st century, the “Brazilian” was established as the new standard.

Did it go too far? Today, the Helmut Newton nude makes for a more aspirational ideal than an unfortunate celebrity crotch shot. The New York waxing emporium J. Sisters displays a 1990s head shot of Gwyneth Paltrow signed, “You changed my life!!” But these days, Paltrow laughingly told Ellen DeGeneres, “I work a ’70s vibe.” Mert & Marcus photographed Daria Werbowy and Naomi Campbell with full, frank pubic hair in a 2010 Love magazine spread, and they look assertive, real, even rebellious.

Even young porn stars are “bringing the ’80s back,” says Nina Hartley, a doyenne of the scene. Stoya, one of the highest-profile porn actresses of the moment, has also posed for the fashion photographer Steven Klein with grown-out pelvis and armpits. “I’ve had all sorts of pubic hair,” she says. “I’ve been completely bald, I’ve had my entire natural bush grown out, and I usually have an arrangement somewhere in between.” It’s worth noting that this look isn’t completely untamed, of course. Many women still attend to the sides and underneath. But there’s something refreshingly retro, delightfully expressive and confidently grown-up in getting back to nature. And Courbet’s “L’Origine du Monde”? It now resides at the Musée d’Orsay in Paris, where — judging by the sale of postcards — it is one of the most popular paintings of all.

PERSONAL/LOVE LETTER: MY LOVE

My love-

I have sipped the sweetness of your being.You have caressed my soul, and I have touched yours.We have frolicked together on the beaches of my imagination.I can never feel ordinary again.The day we met, was the day I found my dream.I devote every single part of me to you.I give you all my love, all my life.How I want to hold you in my arms while you are sleeping...Hear your every soundless breath...See the moon shine on your lovely face...Smell the sweetness of your hair...and touch your tender lips...I'll cherish every moment when I am with you..How deeply do I love you?From the deepest depths of my soul. Can I ever leave you? I could never let you go! Can I resist your warm embrace? Not in a million years...To breathe the air that you breathe,to walk where you have walked, to stop and rest where you rest,to be there by your side.To hold you by the hand,to whiff the aroma you dispel, to touch your softness and your warmth, is all in the world that I do dwell.To fill the void that my heart feels,to bridge the gap between us,to stretch across the miles,to see your lovely smiles To stroke your hair, to feel your lips,to be together, not passing ships, to caress your skin, to smell your smell,is all in the world that I do dwell. To ease this ache my heart incurs,to kiss across your smiling face,to leap the chasm between our souls,to draw you nearer to my whole.

VIDEO: GORDON LIGHTFOOT: IF YOU COULD READ MY MIND

One of the most beautiful songs ever. The supposed meaning of the song is under the lyrics for those interested.
If you could read my mind, love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old-time movie
'Bout a ghost from a wishin' well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
You know that ghost is me
And I will never be set free
As long as I'm a ghost that you can't see

If I could read your mind, love
What a tale your thoughts could tell
Just like a paperback novel
The kind the drugstores sell
When you reach the part where the heartaches come
The hero would be me
But heroes often fail
And you won't read that book again
Because the ending's just too hard to take

I'd walk away like a movie star
Who gets burned in a three-way script
Enter number two
A movie queen to play the scene
Of bringing all the good things out in me
But for now love, let's be real
I never thought I could act this way
And I've got to say that I just don't get it
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feeling's gone and I just can't get it back

If you could read my mind, love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old-time movie
'Bout a ghost from a wishin' well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
But stories always end
And if you read between the lines
You'll know that I'm just tryin' to understand
The feelings that you lack
I never thought I could feel this way
And I've got to say that I just don't get it
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feeling's gone and I just can't get it back

Some comments I read somewhere. Maybe the true meaning:

Many people interpret this as a song of regret. It is not. It is a song of sorrow, not regret. Leaving his wife is something he understands that he must (unfortunately) do. He is sad about it and has sympathy for his wife. But leave he must before something worse and regrettable happens.

While the Gordon may have eventually acquired "feelings" for other women (which may be what he is referring to in "I never thought I could act/feel that/this way".....I am not sure), that is not what caused this relationship to fail.

The most important and powerful words in the song are in the last verse:

And if you read between the lines
You'll know that I'm just trying to understand
The feelings that YOU lack

These lines are so powerful and personal that Lightfoot's (now grown up) children from this broken marriage have requested that he use the line "the feelings that WE lack" (which changes the true meaning of the song, IMO) when he now performs this in concert. Gordon has honored their request.

ARTICLE/ DATING: (NY POST) Short men don’t stack up with NYC women By Gary Buiso

It’s a tall order dating women in the Big Apple.

The likelihood that a man under 5-foot-9 is contacted by a Manhattan or Bronx woman online is a scant 1.2 percent, with Brooklyn coming in with a paltry 2.4 percent response rate, according to a study conducted by the dating site AYI.com, which analyzed 50,000 interactions over two months.

Staten Island short stacks had just a 4.1 chance of being chatted up online, and Queens mini-men rounded out the boroughs with 5.4 percent.

“People in bigger cities have more options and tend to be pickier,” explained Josh Fischer, who led the study.

Brooklynite Nick Rizzo knows the sting of big-otry all too well.

“It’s just a fact of life that most women taller than me aren’t willing to date me,” confessed the 5-foot-7 28-year-old, who said he has found that women are often “uncomfortable” when their date doesn’t measure up.

“Maybe they’re worried about how it will look to other people,” he added.

But there’s hope across the Hudson.

Shorties in Jersey City have a 7.6 percent likelihood of being contacted by the fairer sex — that’s a staggering 533 percent more likely than short men in Manhattan/Bronx.

“Jersey City, as opposed to Manhattan, has a bit more of a community vibe. People actually get to know each other here, and are a bit more laid-back,” said Bethany, a 5-foot, 28-year-old Jersey City woman who doesn’t mind dating a short man.

Still, there are some pitfalls when dating the diminutive, she warned. “Short men don’t always have Napoleon complexes, but definitely steer clear of the ones that do.”

Some short men don’t help their cause.

“I met an [online] date at a bar in Manhattan. He was already seated when I walked in,” recalled a 5-foot-6, 42-year-old Chelsea woman. “We had a nice time chatting over a glass of wine. When I got up to leave, I saw that the man who had said he was 5-6 was actually 5-0.

“I must have had a fairly surprised look on my face. To my horror, he said, ‘I can climb you like a tree.’ I made a hasty exit.”

Experts said size matters — because of evolution.

“Cross-culturally, women show a preference for taller mates,” said Dr. Jill Shapiro, a biological anthropologist at Columbia University. “Most people think it’s related to sexual selection. Taller men are perceived to be healthier, be better providers. By being tall, you are signaling that you have good genes.”

So what’s the matter with Jersey City women? Evolutionarily speaking, a lot, said Shapiro.

“It’s going against the normal pattern for most humans,” she said.

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: YOU ARE THE ONE

It’s hard to introduce myself,
start a conversation about simple things,
learn the ways we can join hearts,
touch minds, swap smiles, be warm with each other.
All I want, is to roam those miles of your eyes,
be a good soul finding grace in your gaze,
reel the sparks dancing between glances,
draw in the gravity of who we might be.
But how, how will you even notice me?
Mouthing these, these tiny, silly words
too soon, too much, too late, no doubt -
and blood is rushing my intentions,
the world is spinning, twisting, whirling
and everything is blurring
into one.

You are that one.

VIDEO:: THAT ONE NIGHT WHERE TRUE LOVE SEEMED POSSIBLE.....CONSEQUENCES, DAVID

We erased what really happened from your memory. - Erased?- Replaced. By a better life... under these... beautiful, Monet-like skies. My mother's favorite. A better life because you had Sofia. You sculpted your Lucid Dream out of the iconography of your youth. An album cover that once moved you. An album cover? There are some things... that you're not old enough to understand just yet. A movie you saw once that showed you what a father could be like... or what love could be like. This was a kind woman... an individual... more than your equal. You barely knew her in real life,but in your Lucid Dream... she was your savior. What happened in my real life?Something happened. What did you erase? Do you really want to know? Tell me everything. The morning after the nightclub,you woke up on that street... hung over and alone. You got up, walked away. You never saw Sofia again. I didn't kill Sofia. You battled your board for control of the company... You battled your board for control of the company... and in the end it was Thomas Tipp,your father's friend... the man whose job you saved... who wrenched the company back into your control. Tommy. But then... somebody died. You longed for Sofia. You shut yourself away for months. You were alone. You couldn't standthe pain anymore, the headaches. You could barely function. I found you on the Internet. I signed a contract with you,and then-- I remember. Somebody died. It was me. And on a day in late December... you gave your self to us. You're now in a suspended state. Your friend Brian Shelby threw a three-day memorial in your old home. He was a true friend. You were missed, David. It was Sofia who never fully recovered. It was she who some how knew you best... and like you, she never forgot that one night... where true love seemed possible. Consequences, David. It's the little things. The little things. There's nothing bigger,is there?

ISLAM: THE LIES AND TRUTH ABOUT ISLAM

1-Muslims don't believe in Jesus

In the Qur'an, stories about the life and teachings of Jesus Christ (called 'Isa in Arabic) are abundant. The Qur'an recalls his miraculous birth, his teachings, and the miracles he performed by God's permission. There is even a chapter of the Qur'an named after his mother, Mary (Miriam in Arabic). However, Muslims believe that Jesus was a fully human prophet and not in any way divine himself.


2-Islam oppresses women

Most of the ill-treatment that women receive in the Muslim world is based on local culture and traditions, without any basis in the faith of Islam. In fact, practices such as forced marriage, spousal abuse, and restricted movement directly contradict Islamic law governing family behavior and personal freedom.

3-Muslims are violent, terrorist extremists

Terrorism cannot be justified under any valid interpretation of the Islamic faith. The entire Qur'an, taken as a complete text, gives a message of hope, faith, and peace to a faith community of one billion people. The overwhelming message is that peace is to be found through faith in God, and justice among fellow human beings. Muslim leaders and scholars do speak out against terrorism in all its forms, and offer explanations of misinterpreted or twisted teachings.

Contrary to what is alleged by bigots like Bill Maher, Muslims are not more violent than people of other religions. Murder rates in most of the Muslim world are very low compared to the United States.

As for political violence, people of Christian heritage in the twentieth century polished off tens of millions of people in the two world wars and colonial repression. This massive carnage did not occur because European Christians are worse than or different from other human beings, but because they were the first to industrialize war and pursue a national model. Sometimes it is argued that they did not act in the name of religion but of nationalism. But, really, how naive. Religion and nationalism are closely intertwined. The British monarch is the head of the Church of England, and that still meant something in the first half of the twentieth century, at least. The Swedish church is a national church. Spain? Was it really unconnected to Catholicism? Did the Church and Francisco Franco’s feelings toward it play no role in the Civil War? And what’s sauce for the goose: much Muslim violence is driven by forms of modern nationalism, too.

I don’t figure that Muslims killed more than a 2 million people or so in political violence in the entire twentieth century, and that mainly in the Iran-Iraq War 1980-1988 and the Soviet and post-Soviet wars in Afghanistan, for which Europeans bear some blame.

Compare that to the Christian European tally of, oh, lets say 100 million (16 million in WW I, 60 million in WW II– though some of those were attributable to Buddhists in Asia– and millions more in colonial wars.)



Belgium– yes, the Belgium of strawberry beer and quaint Gravensteen castle– conquered the Congo and is estimated to have killed off half of its inhabitants over time, some 8 million people at least.

Or, between 1916-1930 Tsarist Russian and then Soviet forces — facing the revolt of Central Asians trying to throw off Christian (and then Marxist), European rule — Russian forces killed an estimated 1.5 million people. Two boys brought up in or born in one of those territories (Kyrgyzstan) just killed 4 people and wounded others critically. That is horrible, but no one, whether in Russia or in Europe or in North America has the slightest idea that Central Asians were mass-murdered during WW I and before and after, and looted of much of their wealth. Russia when it brutally conquered and ruled the Caucasus and Central Asia was an Eastern Orthodox, Christian empire (and seems to be reemerging as one!).

Then, between half a million and a million Algerians died in that country’s war of independence from France, 1954-1962, at a time when the population was only 11 million!

I could go on and on. Everywhere you dig in European colonialism in Afro-Asia, there are bodies. Lots of bodies.

Now that I think of it, maybe 100 million people killed by people of European Christian heritage in the twentieth century is an underestimate.

As for religious terrorism, that too is universal. Admittedly, some groups deploy terrorism as a tactic more at some times than others. Zionists in British Mandate Palestine were active terrorists in the 1940s, from a British point of view, and in the period 1965-1980, the FBI considered the Jewish Defense League among the most active US terrorist groups. (Members at one point plotted to assassinate Rep. Dareell Issa (R-CA) because of his Lebanese heritage.) Now that Jewish nationalsts are largely getting their way, terrorism has declined among them. But it would likely reemerge if they stopped getting their way. In fact, one of the arguments Israeli politicians give for allowing Israeli squatters to keep the Palestinian land in the West Bank that they have usurped is that attempting to move them back out would produce violence. I.e., the settlers not only actually terrorize the Palestinians, but they form a terrorism threat for Israel proper (as the late prime minister Yitzhak Rabin discovered).

Even more recently, it is difficult for me to see much of a difference between Tamerlan Tsarnaev and Baruch Goldstein, perpetrator of the Hebron massacre.

Or there was the cold-blooded bombing of the Ajmer shrine in India by Bhavesh Patel and a gang of Hindu nationalists. Chillingly, they were disturbed when a second bomb they had set did not go off, so that they did not wreak as much havoc as they would have liked. Ajmer is an ecumenical Sufi shrine also visited by Hindus, and these bigots wanted to stop such open-minded sharing of spiritual spaces because they hate Muslims.

Buddhists have committed a lot of terrorism and other violence as well. Many in the Zen orders in Japan supported militarism in the first half of the twentieth century, for which their leaders later apologized. And, you had Inoue Shiro’s assassination campaign in 1930s Japan. Nowadays militant Buddhist monks in Burma/ Myanmar are urging on an ethnic cleansing campaign against the Rohingya.

As for Christianity, the Lord’s Resistance Army in Uganda initiated hostilities that displaced two million people. Although it is an African cult, it is Christian in origin and the result of Western Christian missionaries preaching in Africa. If Saudi Wahhabi preachers can be in part blamed for the Taliban, why do Christian missionaries skate when we consider the blowback from their pupils?

Despite the very large number of European Muslims, in 2007-2009 less than 1 percent of terrorist acts in that continent were committed by people from that community.

Terrorism is a tactic of extremists within each religion, and within secular religions of Marxism or nationalism. No religion, including Islam, preaches indiscriminate violence against innocents.

It takes a peculiar sort of blindness to see Christians of European heritage as “nice” and Muslims and inherently violent, given the twentieth century death toll I mentioned above. Human beings are human beings and the species is too young and too interconnected to have differentiated much from group to group. People resort to violence out of ambition or grievance, and the more powerful they are, the more violence they seem to commit. The good news is that the number of wars is declining over time, and World War II, the biggest charnel house in history, hasn’t been repeated.


4-Islam is intolerant of other faiths

Throughout the Qur'an, Muslims are reminded that they are not the only ones who worship God. Jews and Christians are called "People of the Book," meaning people who have received previous revelations from the One Almighty God that we all worship. The Qur'an also commands Muslims to protect from harm not only mosques, but also monasteries, synagogues, and churches -- because "God is worshipped therein."

5-Islam promotes "jihad" to spread Islam by the sword and kill all unbelievers

The word Jihad stems from an Arabic word which means "to strive." Other related words include "effort," "labor," and "fatigue." Essentially Jihad is an effort to practice religion in the face of oppression and persecution. The effort may come in fighting the evil in your own heart, or in standing up to a dictator. Military effort is included as an option, but as a last resort and not "to spread Islam by the sword."