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see my recent post at unbonmot.com

It is about “snowflake” the first and worst Arab terrorist group and how Jesus will always defeat jihad and how to defeat terror with hilarity.

And joy.

It is about what to do if you have signed on with a terrorist group in your youth or at a low ebb of your strength and need or want so badly to get out of it. I want to impress upon the terrorists them selves who are like the serpent in Paradise Lost looking into the Garden of Eden, so beautiful to behold: “fold upon fold a verdant maze, carbuncle his eyes…” but knowing he will never pertain to their beauty and innocence and needing to destroy them. They need to quit and apply for safe berth in America. Man up. Woman up. Party up to the good of this wild and crazy and potentially good beautiful civilization. Obviously, America is based on some terrible flaws like stealing the land from the natives and importing slaves from Africa. But we came for refuge from places where we were held ill ourselves, some of us were led by the gorgeous images portrayed by Hollywood, others by word of mouth about streets paved with gold. We meant no ill, we were not informed. My parents immigrated from England in 1959 based on a rosy view created by my father’s childhood viewing of romantic black and white films and a friend’s comment that America was the one last civilized place left on Earth. He was a childhood legatee of World Ward War II. After that, nothing else seemed to matter.

America was untouched by the war on its own borders not in the way Europe was, the entire continent got the snot bombed out of them. My father’s next door next door neighbors were bombed and killed, for instance. War planes overhead at night.

i grew up estranged from my own country which was America but I had to learn to reach for it never to find it. I finally discerned my dual national status and used it to emigrate to this beautiful country in a curious mixed up way it made me a real American.

I do not go to snowflake in any way shape or form. I had the misfortune to be aware of a foreign point of view in enmity of America that dragged me through 9-11-2001 in the most horrific way. I have been struggling ever since. But standing through this until this point of release. No I am not Al Quaida and never was.

Acquainting myself with a beautiful new fleece fall coat today and a new mascara. My eyelashes are growing back in! That is my hilarity today and my witness!