Los musulmanes de toda Europa están conmocionados tras la histórica y valiente decisión de Suecia: dejará de usar el término «islamofobia», acuñado por los Hermanos Musulmanes, por considerarlo un concepto manipulado políticamente para silenciar las críticas al islam.
La ministra de Asuntos Exteriores sueca, Maria Malmer Stenergard, anunció que su gobierno presionará a la Unión Europea y a las Naciones Unidas para que dejen de usar este término fraudulento.
El concepto de «islamofobia» fue diseñado deliberadamente para equiparar la crítica legítima a la doctrina islámica con el racismo. Se utilizó como arma para silenciar el debate sobre textos islámicos fundamentales que contienen mandamientos para hacer la guerra, violar y someter a los no musulmanes.
Suecia acaba de reconocer lo que millones de europeos ya saben: criticar una religión que abiertamente llama al asesinato y la esclavitud sexual de los no creyentes no es una fobia, sino sentido común y autoconservación.
Esto supone un duro golpe para el lobby islamista en toda Europa.
¿Estás de acuerdo con la decisión de Suecia?
My dad is not my “dad”.
My mom left an abusive marriage with my father when I was 8 months old.
We were homeless for a little while until she found the man who would raise me.
She had credit card debt and not much to offer. Just a baby girl and a toddler boy with cerebral palsy.
The man who would come to be the only true father I ever knew sold his vintage motorcycles and his only vehicle to pay off her credit cards and take care of us.
He was a young teacher, and she would be a stay-at-home mom.
From the time they married, I never rode the bus, never ate a school lunch, and never came home to an empty house.
He biked to work every day, sacrificing to support our family.
He was there for every soccer game. He bought every prom dress. He invested endlessly in my hobbies.
Over time, his consistent belief in me built my confidence. He took me to photography and digital art conferences where I learned valuable skills that helped me launch my first business.
I always knew that, no matter what, I was never alone, never unloved, and never without the full support of my dad.
Decades later, I asked him why he fell in love with my mom. What drew him to her? A homeless woman with two small kids isn’t really a catch.
He told me, “I didn’t just fall in love with your mom. I fell in love with you too.”
Happy Father’s Day to the men who chose to step up for those who other men let down.
You are the real heroes.
When I was Muslim, I never asked who built the golden calf. I just knew it was a sin in the desert.
Then I read both accounts and one detail stopped me cold.
In the Bible, the man who builds the golden calf is AARON. Moses’ own brother. The first high priest. Exodus 32:4.
He gathers the gold, melts it, shapes the idol. And when Moses confronts him, he gives the weakest excuse in scripture: “I threw the gold in the fire and out came this calf.” As if it made itself.
Bro. The Bible just put the worst sin in the camp in the hands of the holiest man in the camp.
You would NEVER write that if you were protecting your prophets.
Now read the Quran. Surah 20. Aaron is cleared. Innocent. He tried to stop it. The blame goes to a mystery man called “al-Samiri.” The Samaritan. Surah 20:85.
You know what shook me? The Bible incriminates its own high priest.
The Quran writes him an alibi and invents a villain.
One reads like an honest record. The other like damage control.
And there’s a second problem with that villain. “The Samaritan.” But Samaritans didn’t exist in Moses’ time.
The city of Samaria wasn’t founded until about 500 years later, under King Omri. 1 Kings 16:24.
It’s like putting a Texan at the Last Supper.
Now, some Muslim scholars push back — they say “Samiri” means something else. I’ll be fair, that argument exists. But their own classical commentators read it as “the Samaritan” for centuries.
The defense only works by re-translating away from how the tradition always understood it.
I used to say the Bible was corrupted. But the Bible is honest enough to say the high priest built the idol.
Only a book honest about how bad we are could point me to a Savior real enough to fix it.
The Bible never flattered Aaron. It didn’t flatter me either. It just told me the truth, and handed me Jesus.
Indiana music teacher John Kluge was forced out of his job in 2018 for refusing to use preferred pronouns because of his Christian faith. He offered to call all students by their last names as a compromise. The school said no and pushed him out. In March 2026 the school district handed him $650,000 and agreed to train its staff on religious liberty.
Eight years of fighting and he finally won 👏
A small public service announcement from the Department of Things That You Should Know…
It has not “peeked” your interest.
Nor has it “peaked” your interest.
…It has piqued your interest.
You are not “phased” by something.
You are fazed by it.
If you’ve had a long day, you are weary.
If you suspect someone is an idiot, you are wary.
It is “due course”, not “do course”.
“Per se”, not “per say”.
And while we’re here, it’s “could have”, not “could of”, but that particular battle may already be lost.
Thank you for your attention during this brief outbreak of grammatical housekeeping.
This has been a @LairdofthManor announcement.🎩💙
I will never become a trillionaire.
I will never become a billionaire.
I will likely never become a millionaire.
But I have Jesus, and that makes me wealthy beyond measure.
USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen.
I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify.
In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather.
"Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully.
"Honey, that's what it looks like."
The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it."
I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it.
I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South.
It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent.
"Well?" the waitress asked.
"I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed."
"Everybody does, hon."
Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it.
Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating.
I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden.
It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.
@gofishh77 Does he think we eat that entire container of ice cream or pickles in one sitting? Has he never heard of sharing?
Why are these foreign concepts to Europeans? 😂
🚨 WOW! Dr. ALVEDA KING just said it PERFECTLY on Capitol Hill
"I still have a dream. I dream that one day we will move beyond black power and white power and embrace GOD'S power and human dignity!"
"I reject the notion that Americans who hold traditional Christian beliefs should be treated as THREATS or TERRORISTS simply because we disagree with a prevailing political thought!" 🙏🏻
"I dream that Americans will one day see each other, not as enemies, but as neighbors. I dream that we will hear each other, see each other, and recognize that every human life has value from the womb to the tomb and beyond."
"We are as scripture teaches, one blood, one human race. And if we remember that truth, we can build a future worthy of the sacrifices made by those who came before us."
"We must speak out for truth and against the forces that would manufacture hate, fear, division, and violence simply to line their pockets and further their political ambitions."
"God bless America, God bless you!"
🇺🇸🇺🇸👏🏻
Rejoice in the Lord always. Again I will say, rejoice! - Philippians 4:4
I rejoice every day but because my life is perfect(it isn’t) or because I have it all together(I don’t).
I rejoice because I have God’s peace and I know I am His child.