@WHLeavitt Please help me understand what you mean. Please provide examples of where pease exists in Islamic dominated countries and how non Moslems coexist there.
@harukaawake I must admit my sample size is small, but every Japanese man I have met and worked with are not useless. I often takes some time to get to know them. It is worth it.
USA. A backyard. The sun was going down, and a man named Dale stood before a black iron drum, feeding it wood, the way you feed a fire that must not die before morning.
"Brisket," he said. "Gonna be a long one. You're welcome to keep me company."
Keep him company. He said it the way a man mentions the weather. But I heard the truth beneath the words, the way you hear a temple bell beneath the wind. He was not inviting me to a meal. He was asking me to stand a vigil. To hold the sacred fire through the dark with him, two men against the whole of the night, so that something worthy could be born by dawn. My heart rose like a banner going up a pole.
I bowed, deep enough that he would feel the weight of what I was accepting. He nodded back and adjusted a vent.
He gestured at a folding chair. "Sit if you want, man. Gonna be a while."
I did not sit. A sentinel does not sit while the fire still lives. He looked at me a moment, then nodded slowly, the way you nod at a thing you have decided not to worry about. I took that nod as the first honor of the night.
Where I come from, when a thing of great worth is being made, you do not leave it. You stand the whole night beside it. You do not fill the silence with talk, because the silence itself is the labor.
So I stood. I said nothing. He said nothing. We watched the smoke leave the drum and climb into the purple sky, and for the first time in this loud and generous country, I felt completely understood.
After an hour, without looking at me, he pressed a cold can into my hand. I received it in both palms and bowed my head a fraction, the way one receives a canteen passed down the line between sentries who both know the night is far from over. I did not drink quickly. One does not drink quickly on watch.
A neighbor wandered over with a beer, saw me standing at attention beside the drum, and asked Dale, low, if I was doing alright.
"He's good," Dale said. "He's keeping me company."
He had vouched for me. Before his own people. I would have walked into the fire for him right then.
After two hours, he spoke. Once.
"Smell that bark setting up?"
I closed my eyes and breathed in, and I will tell you honestly, my chest went tight. Because it did. It smelled like patience. It smelled like a thing no king and no army could hurry, however mighty. "I do," I said, and I said it like an oath.
We did not speak again for a long while. A dog came and lay across both our feet, choosing neither of us, guarding the both of us. The stars came out over the fence and the cheap string lights and the plastic chairs, and I thought, with my whole heart, that there are grand temples in this world holding less holiness than this tired man's backyard.
Near midnight his wife leaned out the door. "Dale, you two have been standing there four hours. You know you can sit down, right?"
"We're good, hon," Dale said.
We're good. Four words. He had spoken for the both of us, claimed me as his brother of the watch, and waved away all comfort in a single breath, and he did it without once taking his eyes off the fire. I have heard generals give long speeches that carried less.
A fire kept alone is only a chore. A fire kept together is an oath.
When the meat was finished, near dawn, he cut the very first slice and laid it in my hands. The guest. The man who had done nothing but stand beside him and honor the work.
I have eaten at tables that cost a season's wages, served by men trained from boyhood. None of it ever fed me the way that one slice did, handed over by a weary man at sunrise who had decided, hours before and without a single word, that I was worth keeping the watch with.
I do not know Dale's family name. I would stand the whole night for him again tomorrow, and count myself honored.
@Crazyunfill94 I have an idea for separate burial grounds, how about sending the remained back to what ever country they came from. That’s separate is it not?
@IV_Musketeer My yard is first yellow from the dandelions, now white with clover. With all the available pollen we don’t have many hive based bees. We have quite a few solitary bees that seem to like the variety of flowering plants.
@JoelDevoyWatson@NEWSMAX During basic training we were required to get a flu shot even though no one was sick. I spent the next two days in the hospital because of an allergic reaction to the vaccine. That was my first and last flu shot.
🚨 JUST IN: Speaker Mike Johnson refuses to back down as the debate over Sharia law and assimilation explodes in Washington.
Johnson says the real issue isn’t religion. It’s any attempt to replace American law with something else.
America runs on the Constitution. One law. One system.
Anyone who comes here should respect that and assimilate into the country that gave them the opportunity to be here in the first place.
America’s laws come first. 🇺🇸
The great lie is that society is divided between rich and poor.
The great truth, as David Friedberg puts it, is makers vs takers.
Makers build, create, and deliver real value: houses, software, art, businesses, and everything that moves civilization forward.
Takers watch, criticize, analyze, and politic. They push the lie that the rich hoard unfairly so the poor must seize it… all while positioning themselves to rule the chaos.
As @friedberg tells his kids: “At the end of the day, if you made something and someone else valued it, you were a maker. That was an amazing achievement. That is a great day.”
Takers thrive on division. Makers drive progress.
Time to choose your side.