Gad Saad had no idea he could discover a true reality in a Texas airport.

More Suicidal Empathy

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That’s top level. Good work

I love Gaad, but a “Texas airport” is not necessarily an indication that that particular city or state is big Muslim zone.

Houston and Dallas are huge airport hubs attached to huge metros.

But his overall point is well taken.

The bigger the muslim community, the more veils, the more shariah law, the more undermining of basic American mores like honesty, meritocracy, social cohesion and cooperation, adherence to laws big and small, protection of women and children, and overall the erosion of a high trust society.

There is a war going on with two front

First came the Indians and they came here and continue to multiply

Second team the Muslim and the mosque and they continue to multiply

It may already be too late but they are continuing to growl and will soon take over

Telegraph Road

Enjoy! The muslims are simply putting down their load where they think it is the best and the petrodollars earned are being spent here in America.

Americans will soon have to make a choice between more money or saving the country!!



A long time ago, came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
He made a home in the wilderness
He built a cabin and a winter store
And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore
And the other travelers came walking down the track
And they never went further, no, they never went back

Then came the churches, then came the schools
Then came the lawyers, and then came the rules
Then came the trains and the trucks with their loads
And the dirty old track was the telegraph road

Then came the mines, then came the ore
Then there was the hard times, then there was a war
Telegraph sang a song about the world outside
Telegraph road got so deep and so wide
Like a rolling river

And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze
People driving home from the factories
There's six lanes of traffic
Three lanes moving slow

I used to like to go to work
But they shut it down
I've got a right to go to work
But there's no work here to be found
Yes, and they say we're gonna have
To pay what's owed
We're gonna have to reap
From some seed that's been sowed

And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
They can always fly away from this rain and this cold
You can hear them singing out their telegraph code
All the way down the telegraph road

You know, I'd sooner forget
But I remember those nights
When life was just a bet on a race
Between the lights
You had your head on my shoulder
You had your hand in my hair
Now you act a little colder
Like you don't seem to care

But just believe in me, baby, and I'll take you away
From out of this darkness and into the day
From these rivers of headlights, these rivers of rain
From the anger that lives on the streets with these names
Cause I've run every red light on memory lane
I've seen desperation explode into flames
And I don't want to see it again
From all of these signs saying, "Sorry, but we're closed"
All the way down the telegraph road.