Paris city of love .. or hate? (my friend has his own views and they make sense to me)

imagesPOUBINBS Paris.. well yep it is their equivalent of 9/11  just like the UK had their day when they blew up the busses and subways  a few years back.. and not receiving much news in the west, is a bombing in Lebanon just last week as well.  And also throw in the the Russian airliner in Egypt.

All this is by a bunch of folks who are at war with the rest of the world ..  a bunch of nut bars who believe that if they take on the Christian countries and win then they will be living in heaven.   or.. if they take on the Christian countries and die losing .. well they are in heaven for being martyrs to the cause.. either way .. win or lose they believe they will end up in heaven.  pretty hard for the other side to win when either outcome results in the other side getting what it wants. 
And its not just a Muslim/ Christian battles, its also intra Muslim.. Shia.. Sunni.. these guys will fight until the whole world is Shia Muslim of the most orthodox kind.. and like some of those crazy fundamental Christian preachers that bomb abortion clinics or practice polygamy .. ideas cant be made to just go away.

  But .. and .. and I don’t know the answer to this question.. who is actually paying for all this trouble.. it isn’t a bunch of young guys sitting in the desert in western Iraq and eastern Syria.. it takes serious coin to feed and transport and buy bullets and run hospitals and all the other costs associated with running a jihad.  and so.. I am thinking .. until the world decides that they need to get serious about making life difficult for those who choose to support ISIS then this stuff will continue to happen.. and until the real shakers and movers of this world get inconvenienced by all this terrorist stuff .. well its going to continue

That excerpt is what my friend wrote to me in respect to my questions of why… why, why are we killing each other? I copied and pasted it .. his words, and somehow he always captures and breaks it down to my level of understanding. His views only, but it makes so much sense to me I needed to share it. Thank you, my friend!  I appreciate it that you can condense these situations into something I can understand with-out a lot of mumbo jumbo and preachyness (is that even a word?) on who’s right and who’s wrong.
Ok onto my words and my blog on this.

I have intentionally kept Paris in a locked up place in my heart. I will only visit Paris with someone that loves me as much as I love back. I have heard it is a city for lovers and I may be long in age but I am a lover at heart. I hope my time will come, some day.images (24)

Seeing the carnage there last night was incomprehensible.. why Paris? What is happening to our world and why? There are so many questions and it is frustrating and I don’t want to hate but it is hard not to. What is wrong with the world and what are we doing wrong?

How are we producing children that grow up to hate so? A post on one of my peers Facebook page had a comment about hating and having so much anger that he didn’t recognize himself anymore. I’m afraid I can relate.. but how do we get to another place. When we fill our own hearts with hate we are no better than them.

Maybe we need to pay attention to what another one shared.  He said his mother always told him to see the helpers, seek out the helpers. I’m not sure how to do that but helping would definitely be better than hating I’m thinking.

The following poem was also put up on that Facebook page. Invictus means unconquerable. Although the last two lines are famous , how have I not read this poem before? It brought me comfort and I have need for that..


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.


 to live with hate
 in your soul
how does it feel.. ?
I feel sick,
dirty and unclean
I want them to die
like they made others die
a slow painful death
suffer.. really suffer
they deserve it
but why
is this anger