I Went to War and All I Got was Invaded and Called "Racist."

“You have to fight them there so you won’t have to fight them over here!” Such was the battle cry to which myself, my family, and a good portion of Generation X responded after 9/11.

I believed this and did my duty. When my duty was done, I spent the next 20 years supporting my Soldier husband and raising his children while he did his. But with time, I realized the battle cry was a lie, because even though my family held up our end of the bargain, they had NO intention of holding up theirs.

Instead of getting what I was promised, I got “invaded and called racist.”

What do I mean? Well, the racist part should be self-explanatory. You can't turn on a stupid glowing box without having the R word thrown your way.

By invasion, I present the following: today there are over 5 million Muslims in the United States. When 9/11 happened there were less than 1 million. It’s so bad in Minnesota that the Mall of America is more accurately called the Mosque of America; a Christian kid got chucked off the top railing at the place by one of these invaders. You can’t preach the Gospel in Dearborn without risking arrest, and the call of prayer can be heard over many parts of New York City. I’m even told one of their candidates for mayor is Muslim (Hello New Yorkistan, not that I wanted to visit anyway).


So, we have a different America than we had in 2001. Now, enough of these people are here to oppose and seriously injure us from within. If you think I'm anti-war, wait until you get a load of how these people react to the US engaging in all-out war with their co-religionists in Iran on behalf of Israel. Think continuous school, shopping mall bombings, kidnappings, raping, and jihad on such a scale not previously witnessed.

How do I know? I’ve studied the Koran, Hadith, and Sira, and they’re nothing like the stupid glowing boxes told you. They’re not peaceful. They’re highly political manuals for war against non-believers. These manuals state that we’re not even human beings. We’re subhuman Kafirs and Infidels who they are prescribed to fight, rape, oppress, and enslave until the whole world is Muslim.

Would all of the Muslims here commit jihad? Of course not! But enough would. Think of it like this: those willing to commit Jihad are the snakes. The peaceful Muslims are the grass they hide in. And the American women and children left behind would be weeding through grass to get to the snakes.

That’s right! If we get into a full-scale war with Iran, we’d have blue haired Tik Tock Thots and SIMP magnets without the foggiest understanding of war fighting literal jihadists. The word “disaster” comes to mind, but even that isn’t enough to describe this kind of scenario. Truly I don’t think there are proper words to describe what would happen, and that’s saying something because I’m a writer.

I don’t’ hate Israel, and I don’t hate Iran. Truth be told, I don’t hate Muslims. When Muslims convert to Christianity, they become some of our bravest and fiercest warriors for the faith. So, to me they are a pool of potential, but only if their numbers remain in the thinnest of minorities. If they continue to be imported at invasion rates, that conversion process will become more difficult, and their doctrine will take precedence over the US Constitution. Goodbye equality under the law; hello, Sharia Law.

If the last wars taught me anything, it is that it doesn’t matter where we go or who we fight overseas. As far as I can tell we will continue to get absolutely NO SAY in who our neighbors are. And because the immigration won’t stop, safe housing will continue to be UNAFFORDABLE. Our people will be SLAUGHTERED in their own neighborhoods, and this country will change into something UNRECOGNIZEABLE.

In summary, no matter who we fight or where we go, Americans will continue to be “invaded and called racist!”

Call me crazy (or racist, everyone else has!) but that’s not worth dying for.