But remember, the real problem is "Islamophobia." "Christian leader beheaded as Islamists terrorize Mali," by Charles Gardner for the ASSIST News Service, April 7 (thanks to The Religion of Peace):
TIMBUKTU, MALI (ANS) -- A Christian leader has been beheaded and others are being threatened with similar treatment as Islamic militants run amok in Mali, West Africa.
Christians have fled the town of Timbuktu in the north of the country where harsh Sharia Law has already been imposed amid reports that churches in Gao, 200 miles to the east, have been completely destroyed. The news comes in the wake of a military coup in the country, one of the effects of which is that sanctions applied from outside has cut off electricity supplies, further delaying reports of the latest upheavals along with desperate pleas for help.
Among those affected is British Bible college graduate Timothee (Tim) Yattara, who recently returned home to his home country in a bid to help spread the gospel in this remote – and now dangerous – part of Africa located on the edge of the Sahara.
Tim has fled with his family to Bamako, the country’s main city some 400 miles away in the south-west, but without the money to rent a house. “We have escaped in the wake of horrible death threats as the Islamists have a list of all the Christians in Timbuktu whom they intend to execute by beheading. As proof of their intentions, one leader has already been killed in this way and some churches in Gao have been demolished. Most Christians have already fled for safety, but Sharia Law has been imposed all over the north....
Artist: Grandmaster Flash Song Title: The Message Writer(s): DAVIS, CARL
Broken glass everywhere People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care I can't take the smell, I can't take the noise Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice Rats in the front room, roaches in the back Junkie's in the alley with a baseball bat I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far Cause a man with the tow-truck repossessed my car
Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under
Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the window Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow Crazy lady, livin' in a bag Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag Said she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango Sitting on princes seems to have lost her senses Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps So she can tell the stories to the girls back home She went to the city and got social security She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under
My brother's doing bad stole my mother's T.V. Says she watches too much, is just not healthy All my children in the daytime, Dallas at night Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight Bill collectors they ring my phone And scare my wife when I'm not home Got a bum education, double-digit inflation Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station Neon King Kong standin' on my back Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac Midrange, migrained, cancered membrane Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane!
Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under
My son said daddy I don't want to go to school Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey They push that girl in front of a train Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again Stabbed that man, right in his heart Gave him a transplant for a brand new start I can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy after the dark Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the run I feel like an outlaw, broke my last last jaw Hear them say you want some more, livin' on a seesaw
Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under
A child is born, with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind God is smiling but he is frowning too Cause only god knows what you go through You grow in the ghetto, living second rate And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate The places you play and where you stay Looks like one great big alley way You'll admire all the number book takers; thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens And you want to grow up to be just like them Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers Pickpocketers, peddlers and even pan-handlers You say I'm cool, I'm no fool But then you wind up dropping out of high school Now you're unemployed, all null 'n' void Walking around like you're pretty boy Floyd Turned stickup kid, look what you done did Got send up for a eight year bid Now your man hood is took and you're a Maytag Spend the next two years as an undercover fag Being used and abused, and served like hell Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell It was plain to see that your life was lost You was cold and your body swung back and forth But now your eyes sing the sad sad song Of how you lived so fast and died so young
Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under
Influenced by out-of-touch environmentalists, the Los Angeles City Council committee moved forward last week with plans to phase out and ultimately ban paper and plastic bags in Los Angeles.
Environmentalists would like similar legislation to pass across the nation, completely oblivious to the fact that such legislation would not only inconvenience many consumers and shoppers but kill jobs. In Los Angeles alone, 2,000 people are employed by companies that make bags, and if bags are banned, these workers would be out of jobs and the health insurance benefits that accompany them.
This week, those in the bag manufacturing industry took to the airwaves to highlight the detrimental effect such legislation would have not only on the economy but the very environment the radical environmentalists purportedly want to preserve.
Stan Bikulege, CEO of bag producer Hilex, appeared this week on Hannity to offer an update on the pending LA ban and similar bans that are being proposed throughout the country:
BIKULEGE: We have 1250 jobs here in the United States-10 plants. And we spend all of our time focused on working against the government who is trying to ban us out of existence.
HANNITY: So you have to spend all this money to protect those jobs that you have, just to stay in business?
BIKULEGE: Oh, absolutely. We've spent so much money. We could have built more recycling plants, which we actually take garbage, turn it back into plastics and put it back into products. We could be rebuilding those and creating jobs. Instead, we're spending our time fighting against legislation that's going to take American jobs out of this country."
Environmentalists believe that legislation that bans paper and plastic bags will force people to use reusable bags; however, as The Washington Post discovered after the nation’s capital instituted a fee for paper and plastic bags, reusable bags are often breeding grounds for bacteria that can be harmful to people’s health.
So while environmentalists think they are doing everyone a favor by banning bags, they are essentially unleashing a host of unintended consequences not limited to more unemployment, less recycling facilities, and potential contamination of the food put in bacteria-laden reusable grocery bags.
from: http://www.jihadwatch.org/2012/04/mali-sharia-imposed-in-timbuktu-muslims-demolish-churches-behead-christian-leader-compile-list-of-ot.html
