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Zealotry

There are 2 kinds of religious zealots in the world. Those who are in it for their own selfish actions (mostly seeking attention) and those who mean it. That said, this weekend could get very ugly for Americans globally if the fools of The Dove World Outreach Center start burning Korans.

Muslim zealots are serious. They take their beliefs serious enough to die for them. I've yet to meet an American religious nut serious enough to do it. They might miss something on TV!

Pastor Terry Jones exemplifies the worst of America; small minded, mean, disrespectful and ultimately every bit as dangerous as his Muslim counterparts. To even think about burning a Koran, Bible, etc...is just downright wrong. While one may not believe in the teachings, there are others that do and to destroy a symbol of one's faith is not only disrespectful, it's downright evil.

FACT: The Bible and the Koran were both written by men. They have many similar stories. There is yet to be any documented physical historical facts on either Jesus of Nazareth or Mohamed. That's where FAITH comes in. Either you believe or you don't. Sure, there have been, over the years, many attempts at proving one or the other...but they never stand up to rigorous scientific examination. That said, I'm still a Christian. Like I said before...it's about faith.

Throughout the years, there has been a theory that all religions are based on the same principles...but the stories vary according to the locale of origin. Its social science and perception. The basics hold true to all. Be good! Don't hurt people! Don't lie! Don't steal! Don't cheat! Anyone who thinks the Christian Bible isn't mean and evil in parts has never read it. Same with the Koran. Again, both books have been translated and edited throughout history. Short of reading the original texts, we'll never know what they really say...or mean.

If you're a person of faith, do this: Pray that the evil sumbitches at the Dove World Outreach Center DON'T act the fool and burn anything. Pray that the Muslims of the world will understand that Terry Jones does NOT speak for the majority of America, only a very small, twisted group. If you're not a person of faith, cross your fingers and hope for the best.

Be good to each other people. We're one species. And at the rate we're going, our days may be numbered! Mad love to you all!

M

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