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(referring to the FLA Pastor and his 'Burn The Qur'an Day')
Burn the Qur'an = serious threats of death and violence? Yeah, makes perfect sense. As they dance in the streets on 9-11, burn our flag, Bibles and people. They are making us pussy's. Scared and walking on eggshells. While I agree this guy is an idiot for doing this, isn't that an American right? Just because you CAN do something doesn't mean you SHOULD but, sorry, I'm an Atheist. It's just a book.
They (people who are offended and outraged by it) chose their own reactions. A book on fire is not MAKING anyone respond in any way, that is an individual choice. How they respond, is all their own actions. I worry about repercussions on Americans because of this...which goes to show one thing, who and what these 'radical' or 'devoted' Muslims really are and what is really their motivation.
Its a shame we have to live with that fear of violence instead of them responding by, say, helping more with the flooding in Pakistan to show us they really are a peaceful and respectful religion.
It's only complicated because of RELIGION.

When people like this pastor decide to be idiots, WHY does anyone (the US or Muslims) have to give him any notice at all? He's within his rights to do it (min...us the burn permit) he's a dumbass, instigating, intolerant freak for doing it, but who's he physically hurting? Ignore him. But no, it had to be blown up for a week into an international incident.
The Mosque (that is already technically there, anyway, the building is already used as one) near GZ is just as insensitive and idiotic considering how New Yorkers still (rightfully so) feel about it. Now the guy who's building it says NOW they CAN'T move the location or it will look like Muslims are backing down and being intimidated, etc.
RELIGION! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing.
I was born with common sense and decency and human compassion, I don't need to be enslaved and brainwashed to know how to be a good person.

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