because, I *do* care

I opened up my Facebook news stream moments ago, and was immediately hit in the eyes with a photo of the collapse of the twin towers, accompanied by some text that was allegedly written by a housewife in New Brunswick to her paper’s editor. I have not verified this, but it remains that I was deeply offended and saddened by the content.

Because, you see, I do care. I care on an individual level, as a contributor to society and to this crazy thing we call the human race and what I like to think of as one.

Do I think she is wrong? I think she is allowed her opinion (and I respect that), we are guaranteed that right in this country, but I do think she is wrong to not care.

Before I head off in a heat of blathering, I’ll paste below the text to which I am referring. I’ll leave out the image.

“Are we fighting a war on terror or aren’t we? Was it or was it not, started by Islamic people who brought it to our shores on September 11, 2001 and have continually threatened to do so since?

Were people from all over the world, not brutally murdered that day, in downtown Manhattan , across the Potomac from the capitol of the USA and in a field in Pennsylvania ?

Did nearly three thousand men, women and children die a horrible, burning or crushing death that day, or didn’t they?

Do you think I care about four U. S. Marines urinating on some dead Taliban insurgents?

And I’m supposed to care that a few Taliban were claiming to be tortured by a justice system of a nation they are fighting against in a brutal Insurgency.

I’ll care about the Koran when the fanatics in the Middle East, start caring about the Holy Bible, the mere belief of which, is a crime punishable by beheading in Afghanistan .

I’ll care when these thugs tell the world they are sorry for hacking off Nick Berg’s head, while Berg screamed through his gurgling slashed throat.

I’ll care when the cowardly so-called insurgents in Afghanistan , come out and fight like men, instead of disrespecting their own religion by hiding in Mosques and behind women and children.

I’ll care when the mindless zealots who blow themselves up in search of Nirvana, care about the innocent children within range of their suicide Bombs.

I’ll care when the Canadian media stops pretending that their freedom of Speech on stories, is more important than the lives of the soldiers on the ground or their families waiting at home, to hear about them when something happens.

In the meantime, when I hear a story about a CANADIAN soldier roughing up an Insurgent terrorist to obtain information, know this:

I don’t care.

When I see a wounded terrorist get shot in the head when he is told not to move because he might be booby-trapped, you can take it to the bank:

I don’t care. Shoot him again.

When I hear that a prisoner, who was issued a Koran and a prayer mat, and fed ‘special’ food, that is paid for by my tax dollars, is complaining that his holy book is being ‘mishandled,’ you can absolutely believe, in your heart of hearts:

I don’t care.

And oh, by the way, I’ve noticed that sometimes it’s spelled ‘Koran’ and other times ‘Quran.’ Well, Jimmy Crack Corn you guessed it.

I don’t care!!

If you agree with this viewpoint, pass this on to all your E-mail Friends. Sooner or later, it’ll get to
the people responsible for this ridiculous behavior!

If you don’t agree, then by all means hit the delete button. Should you choose the latter, then please don’t
complain when more atrocities committed by radical Muslims happen here in our great Country! And may I add:

Some people spend an entire lifetime wondering, if during their life on earth, they made a difference in the world. But, the Soldiers don’t have that problem.

I have another quote that I would like to share AND…I hope you forward All this.

One last thought for the day:

Only five defining forces have ever offered to die for you:

1. Jesus Christ

2. The British Soldier.

3. The Canadian Soldier.

4. The US Soldier, and

5. The Australian Soldier

One died for your soul, the other four, for you and your children’s Freedom.



First, I’d like to point out that I am an army brat. I have lived on bases, have had other army brats as friends. Many people in my extended family are in the military and I respect their career choice, and thank them for serving their country and giving of themselves to serve in war zones, protecting cultures and people they do not know, and know that some day they may be called upon to protect my country and my way of life.

I get this.

I appreciate this.

I support this.

I am thankful for this.

But I don’t believe all Islamic people “brought this war to our shores”.

And I care – I care deeply – when I read that Marines have urinated on dead insurgents. Because disrespecting the dead is not my way of life.

And I care when I hear that soldiers are torturing other human beings, because torture is not my way of life.

And I care when I know a holy text is being treated with disrespect because I would not want the words and books of my religion treated with disrespect.

Now, I can’t even imagine being in a war zone, having to survive while protecting your unit and the civilians around you. I can’t imagine living in a country that did not guarantee basic human rights, including freedom of religion and freedom of speech. But I still care about those that don’t. I care about the civilians caught in the cross fire, and the families devastated by suicide bombers and the casualties of war – on all shores. I care that our defenders may cross a line and become disrespectful, become torturers, become insensitive to religious and cultural differences.

I even care about the insurgents and terrorists and wonder, but for the grace of God and those who do care, could that be us?

Could that be Canada?


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