Carnatic Music Raagaas - Bhanu Dhanyasi

bhAnudhanyAsi

45 shubhapantuvarALi janya
A: S R1 G2 M2 N3 D1 N3
Av: D1 P M2 G2 R1 S N3 S
Songs:
Nijada nija ninante-K/Chapu

1. http://www.mediafire.com/?gzbznedgmnl Nijadaa nija - M.S. Subbalakshmi

Carnatic Music Raagaas - Bangala

bangALa

29 dhIra shankarAbharaNam janya
A: S R2 G3 M1 P M1 R2 P S
Av: S N3 P M1 R2 G3 R2 S
Songs:
cidambaram ena ninaivAy - SNB
dEvam kavacinam - HB
girirAja sutA - T
munupE teliyaka - T
sAkshi lEdanucu

1. http://www.mediafire.com/?dzfonzljzlh Giri raaja sudha - T.N. Seshagopalan 
2. http://www.mediafire.com/?3jxmtlkwbz5 Giri Raaja sudha - Sikkil Gurucharan 
3. http://www.mediafire.com/?sk44uj2gal31g14 Saakkshi ledhanuchu - Dr. M. Balamuralikrishna

 Arun said...

Another Thyagaraja Composition in raaga Bangala is Sakshiledanuchu Sadhimpake
in Adi Taala and Dr Bala Murali has sung this kruti

September 16, 2011 11:19 PM

 hvaidya said...

Can somebody provide a link for this song?

September 19, 2011 9:15 PM

 Arun said...

Respected Sir,
I have uploaded this Thyagaraja Kruti at
http://www.mediafire.com/?06ps70zs83kofcu

I have recently joined you blog. Your Service to carnatic music lovers is awesome and inspiring.

Please visit my blog http://sangeetasagaram.blogspot.com
to finda a vast collection of rare classical music books , works of galaxy of composers in english , telugu, tamil , kannada ,marati , hindi and devanagari.I request you to offer your feedback and suggestion.
Thank You
Regards
Arun

September 19, 2011 10:33 PM

 Arun said...

Respected Sir,
I have uploaded this Thyagaraja Kruti at
http://www.mediafire.com/?06ps70zs83kofcu

Your service to the carnatic music lovers is inspiring and motivating.
I have recently joined your blog.

Please visit my blog 'Carnatic Music repository' at url
http://sangeetasagaram.blogspot.com/ to find a vast collection of carnatic music books in english , telugu, tamil , kannada, hindi , marati and devanagari scripts. I request you to offer your feed back.

Thank You
Regards
Arun

September 19, 2011 10:38 PM

Carnatic Music Raagaas - Balamanjari

phalamanjari (balamanjari)

22 kharaharapriyA janya
Aa: S G2 M1 D2 S
Av: S N2 D2 P M1 G2 M1 R2 S
Songs:
sanAtana - dEshAdi - T
shrI narasimha - T

1. http://www.mediafire.com/?zwmfzzywy5z Janaardhanaa - Raadha Jayalakshmi

Carnatic music Raagaas - Bhairavi and Sindhubairavi

1. http://www.mediafire.com/?nyoifgjt0nw RTP - T.N. Seshagopalan

Chicago police's respect for Hinduism

An interesting mail sent by Mr. Sivaraman. Please click the link below to watch the video.
http://www.archive.org/details/gov.doj.ncj.212664.v1.7

My Father's son

Yesterday was Father's day. My son from USA sent me a bouquet and also rang up to wish me "happy father's day". Some people criticize, that these "days" are invented by commercial people to improve their business. But when My son rang up and greeted me with a bouquet, apart from the happiness I got, I also felt sad. Because, these "days" were not celebrated 30 or 40 years back and I did not have a chance to thank my father, rather, never had a chance to  express to him in as many words or in action with bouquets. However silly these modern inventions may appeared to be for us, they certainly do give me a feeling, "Why we were not intelligent enough to do such things during our days?"

Here ia an interesting and touching article written by Mr.Prem Panicker. If you have not already read it please do and tell your sons and as many youngsters as possible to read this article, since it is too late for persons of my age to rectify my mistakes. It may look bit long but it is worth spending that much time.

The story goes back to when I was very young. Thirty days after I was born, my parents took me to the ancestral home in Calicut, and there I stayed in the care of my grandparents till age eight. That was when my parents figured I was old enough to not be a ‘nuisance’, a burden to two professionals whose minds were set on developing their respective careers. And so I was taken away from the care of my grandparents, and began living with my parents in Madras.

Neither mom nor dad had much time for me — both worked crazy hours and when they did get home, they were more intent on catching up with each other. Their interaction was largely restricted to pro forma inquiries about my schoolwork, a pat on the head and an exhortation to ‘run along and play’ — a parental edict I was only too happy to comply with. We are talking seventies here: a time when life was a lot less complicated. We didn’t have psychologists prosing on about how childhood neglect would produce warped adults; nor did we have magazines featuring articles on the right way to bring up a child.

So I went to school. Played cricket with the neighboring kids. Did my homework. Ate. Slept. Woke up next day to do it all over again.

And yes, I read.

Reading was escape; it was excitement, it was an opportunity to lose myself in the world of make-believe. And above all, reading was fun. What I read was comics, phantom, Mandrake, Superman, Batman.....you name the comic and I read it over and over till it was in tatters. And then I read the tatters.

My father fed my appetite. Twice, thrice each week I would find the latest comic on my bedside table when I woke up. And every six months, he would take the entire pile with him to work, and bring them back a day later, beautifully bound.

The only change in this routine happened come exam time. The day I brought the exam schedule home, all my comics, old and new, would be collected and locked away in my father’s cupboard. I was expected to study, sans distraction.

It was some years before I would become familiar with the meaning and implications of  ’cold turkey’  withdrawal — but what I went through when my comics were taken away was every bit as traumatic as anything I was to experience in later life. I would have my textbook open in front of me, but what I saw on those pages was Tarzan swinging along the arboreal heights, off to battle on behalf of Jane. Or Phantom, the Ghost Who Walks, the man who cannot die, riding off on Hero to battle piracy on land and sea.

And then the final exam would be written. And that night, I would go to bed, smiling in anticipation of the morrow.

Sure enough, next morning my bedside table would be piled high with comics — all the old ones, volume piled on top of bound volume, and above them the latest ones.

It’s a feeling I still haven’t forgotten — waking up on the morning after the final exam, my eyes going automatically to the comics, the thrill of grabbing them by the armload and piling them on the bed, scanning the covers, trying to make up my mind what to read first.

And then one day, when I was 12, the routine changed. I woke up as usual to after-exam euphoria — and found to my horror that my bedside table was totally empty of the beloved comics. I remember scrambling out of bed and racing into the living room, hoping to catch my father or mother before they left to work, thinking maybe it was some horrible oversight — maybe they had forgotten that the holidays had begun.

There was no one there. My parents, as usual, had left my breakfast on the table and gone off to work.

I wandered the house, disconsolate. Stood in the balcony watching the passing parade of life. Walked around the silent, empty house. Wandered into my parents’ room, hoping maybe the comics were lying there. Even scrambled under my father’s pillow, hoping he had left the key to his cupboard there.
Finally, when it got too hot to stand out in the verandah, when I got too bored with tossing a ball at the wall and, on the rebound, practising the forward defensive stroke, I slumped down on the living room sofa in a daze of disappointment.

The morning papers were there, neatly folded. And beside it, a book.
Even today, I can shut my eyes and recall its appearance. The rust-red border that was typical of the Penguin imprint. The title: Doctor Sally. The author’s name: P G Wodehouse.

I remember picking it up, flipping through the pages and wincing at the pages of dull black print on greyish-white paper, unleavened by even a single illustration. Irritation made me chuck it aside. Boredom made me pick it up again. At some point, I began reading it.

The sensible thing to do would have been to wait till dad got home that evening, and remind him that my exams were officially over and could he please give me my comics, thank you very much. But I had this stubborn, willful streak in me, which prevented me from asking for something that I figured was my due anyway. So, when I heard the sound of the key in the lock that day, I hastily put aside the book and, after the ritual evening tea with my parents, went off to play.

Next morning, I picked up Doctor Sally and continued to read. A few days later, I was through. It really is a most hilarious tale, one that to my mind ranks among the best that “English literature’s performing flea” had ever produced.

Next morning, when I went into the living room, I found that Doctor Sally had disappeared. In its place, there was Laughing Gas, by the same author.
I picked it up, and began to read…

That was pretty much the story of that summer vacation. One book after another would appear on that table — in thinking about it now, I guess my father must have been keeping an eye on the bookmarks (a book lover himself, my father had taught me never to dog-ear a book) and thus knew when I was through with each book. And that was how he taught me to read. Without an order given, a word exchanged.

It was all very subtle. A Wodehouse or three later, I discovered a Perry Mason on the table. A while later, an Agatha Christie. An Enid Blyton. One day, it was a text edition of Shakespeare’s Merchant of Venice. Tales from the Mahabharat. The condensed version of The Three Musketeers.

Comics began to bore me.

When, in February 1996, I first began writing cricket reports, it was out of necessity. Quite simply, because Rediff.com was just starting out, and there was no one else to do the job.

I still remember the day an email landed in my box. The writer, himself a well-known byline, took issue with some observations I had made in my report of the previous day’s play. And, at the end of his criticism, he added this line: “In matters cricketing, the head disagrees with you, but the heart empathizes. You write with passion, and that is a rare and, to me, a valued commodity.”
I read that mail, and found my eyes misting over. Because yet again, my thoughts went back to the past. To a long ago birthday.

Books had already become my preferred gifts — and it almost invariably was a Wodehouse or three. Till that day, when I opened the gift-wrapped package and found, to my disgust, something titled My Name is Asher Lev, by Chaim Potok.

Chaim who? just about summed up my reaction then. I mean, give me a break — here I was anticipating another tangled tale of Bertie Wooster and his near brushes with matrimony, and I get what the back cover tells me is the story of a Jewish boy with an overwhelming need to draw and paint. Like, I needed this? [Sample Chapter]

In the event, that was what I got — so that was what I read: the story of a boy who, despite the proscription of his religion, wants to do nothing but draw and paint. So, sitting in shul, he pays no attention to the rabbi, preferring instead to fill the margins of his book with drawing after drawing of the teacher. Until he is caught. And expelled.

Reluctant to go home, he wanders the streets, and falls in with an elderly Jew who turns out to be a painter. The Jew takes Asher to his studio, gives him easel and canvas and brush and palette, and invites him to paint.
Asher paints. The face of the rabbi, over and over again. Each version leaves him more dissatisfied than the previous version. And the last futile attempt to capture his subject on canvas leaves the boy in tears. At which the elderly Jew asks him, “Asher, when you think of the rabbi, what do you feel?”
“I feel hate!” Asher replies.

To which the artist responds: “If you feel hate, paint hate!”

It is a very difficult thing to do, that. To lower your defenses, to express yourself not just from the head, but also the heart. Because each time you do that, you reveal a bit more about yourself. And the more you reveal, the more vulnerable you make yourself, the more you expose yourself to hurt, to ridicule.

And yet, to my mind, that is the only way to write. True, your feelings may not be acceptable to the majority — as witness the tons of hate mail that used to pour in after some of my more critical comments about the Indian team. Sometimes, readers write in and say, hey, I can understand your anger, your anguish, but I cannot understand how you forget objectivity. Fair enough. The only possible response I had, and still have, is: I paint it the way I see it.

And it all goes back to that book my father was wise enough to make me read at an age when I was young enough to be impressed, to be influenced by it.
Several times, in course of my twenty-odd years as a journalist, I have had people write in and tell me that they thought a particular article I had just written was well expressed, or passionately written, whatever.
And, each time, my mind would flash back to my father. To how he taught me to read and, in the process, inculcated in me a love for words and for writing. And in my heart, I would feel an immense gratitude for that moment in time when he locked up all my beloved comics and left Doctor Sally on the living room table.

Funnily enough, though my father did his very best to discourage me from taking to journalism, he was prouder than the proverbial peacock of the articles I wrote. We were, by that time, hardly on speaking terms — yet he (and I learnt this only after his death) had got a friend in Bombay, where I lived and worked, to buy the newspapers I successively worked for, scan them for my bylines and courier him the clippings, all of which he preserved, arranged by date and subject, within plastic binders which he proudly displayed to neighbours and friends alike.

I did not know this. I did not know that he took pride in my writing.
Just like he did not know that each time someone paid me a compliment, I realised afresh that I owed it all to him.

Neither of us knew that the other felt, because neither of us knew that it is not enough to care — you also have to show that you care.*

And that is the final lesson my father taught me. A lesson I learnt on March 17, 1997, when I lay prostrate before his corpse, my eyes blinded with tears. Lying there, I was conscious of just one thought: I loved him. I owed whatever I was to him. And I never had the grace, the courage, the heart, to tell him so.

I never, in all those years, took the two seconds it would have taken to say, “Thanks, dad!”
And now it was — is — all too late….

[This piece was first written in April 1997, the week after my father died, for Rediff.com where I used to work at the time. The link is no longer available -- but the thoughts of gratitude, of loss, of missed opportunities, remain as vivid as they were then. And hence this reiteration, in slightly edited form, to mark yet another Father's Day when a fatherless son looks back at all that he received, and all that he lost].

*the highlight was mine.

Carnatic music raagaas - Ardhradesi

ardhradEsi

15 mAyamALava gowLa janya 

A: S R1 G3 M1 P D1 N3 S 

Av: S D1 P M1 G3 R1 S 

Songs:
Nive dikkani-Adi-Tiruvettiyur Tyagayya

Alternate scales: S R1 G3 M1 P D1 S N3 S
- S D1 P M1 G3 R1

1. http://www.mediafire.com/?riuydiwki2e Sri Ganeshatparam - R. Suryaprakash

Carnatic music Raagaas - Andhaali

andhali (AndhAli)

28 harikAmbhOji janya

A: S R2 M1 P N2 S 

Av: S N2 P M1 R2 G3 M1 R2 S Songs: 

 
AbhimAnamu lEdimi 
Brihannayaki varadayaki-ADi-Dikshitar 
 
Alternate scale: S R2 G3 M1 P N2 S - S N2 P M1 G3 R2 S

1. http://www.mediafire.com/?aejdfzjil0y Abhimanamu ledemi - Balamurali

Few reasons why I am vegetarian

The Environment:

1. Water conservation: It takes 3 to 15 times as much water to produce animal protein as it does to plant protein.
2. Efficient use of grains: It takes up to 16 pounds of soya beans and grains to produce 1lb of beef.
3. Soil conservation: When grains and legumes are used more efficiently, our precious topsoil is automatically made more efficient in its use.
4. Conservation of Fossil fuel: It takes 78 calories of fossil fuel to produce 1 calorie of beef protein: 35 calories for 1 calorie of pork; 22 calories for 1 calorie of pultry: but just 1 calorie of fossil fuel for 1 calorie of soya beans.
5. Saving our forests: By not supporting the meat industry, I directly reduce the demand to pillage the irreplaceable treasures of nature. Since the forest land 'filters" our air supply and contains botanical sources for new medicines, this destruction is irreversible.
6. Aesthetics: Decaying animal parts, whether in a freezer case or served in restaurants, can never be an aesthetically pleasing to the senses as the same foods made from wholesome vegetable sources.

Personal Health:

7. No deficiencies: There is no nutrient necessary for optimal human functioning.
8. High fat plus cholesterols: Animal foods are higher in fat than most plant foods. Plants
do not contain cholesterol.
9. "Carb" deficient: Meat is deficient in carbohydrates.
10. Vitamin deficient: Except for the B complex, meat is largely deficient in vitamins.
11. Agricultural chemicals: Being higher on the food chain, animal food contains far higher concentrations of of agricultural chemical than plant foods.
12. Exposures to livestock drugs: There are over 2000 different drugs, including steroids, antibiotics, growth harmones and other veterinary drugs that are given to livestock
animals.
13. Pathogenic microorganisms: There are a host of bacteria and viruses, some quite dangerous, that are common to animals.
14. Worms and other parasites: There are host of worms and parasites, some quite dangerous, that are common to animals.
15. Shelf life differential: Plant foods last longer than animal foods
16. Organoleptic indications of Pathogens: Plant foods give tell-tale signs of going bad.
17. Heart disease: Meat eating increases the risk of heart disease, country's number one killer.
18. Cancer prevention: Of all the natural cancer prevention substances found: Vitamin C, B17, hydroquinone, beta carotene, NDGA - none has been found to be animal deerived.
19. Disease inducing: The correlation between meat consumption and a wide range of degenerative diseases is well founded and includes......
20. Osteoporosis
21. Kidney stones and Gallstones
22. Diabetes
23. Multiple Sclerosis
24. Arthritis
25. Gum diseases
26. Acne: Aggravated by animal food
27. Obesity: Studies confirm that vegetarians tend to be thinner than meat eaters.
28. Intestinal Toxemia: Animal products putrefy the colon.
29. Transit time: Wholesome food travels quickly through the "G 1" tract, leaving this time to spoil and incite disease within the body
30. Fiber deficient: Fiber absorbs unwanted, excess fats, cleans the intestine; provides bulk and aids in peristalsia. Plant food is high in fiber content.
31.Body wastes: Food from animals contain their waste, including adrenaline, uric and lactic acid etc.
32. Excess protein: The average american eats 400% of the RDA for protein. This causes excess nitrogen in the blood that creates a host of long term health problems.
33. Longevity: To increase ones risk of getting degenerative diseases means decreasing ones chance to live a naturally long healthy life.
34. Well being: will feel better after "giving up" meat and becoming vegetarian

Personal Finance
35. Health care costs: Being healthier on a vegetarian diet means spending less on health care.
36. Foods costs. Vegetarian foods tend to cost less than meat based items

Ethics
37. Love of animals: I love animals as I love myself. I have no desire to kill them or cause them harm.
38. Stance against factory farming: I cannot make a statement against factory farming if I myself eat animals.
39. Respect for sentient life: I show gratitude to our creators.
40 Economic vote: I show support to the meat industry and the way they operate when I purchase and use their products.
41. Small sacrifice: The sacrifice I make is nothing compared to the animals, their life.
42. Natural diet: Our hands, teath, feet, intestinal tract....even our body chemistry is that of an herbivore.



Can readers help me to make it half century?

20.06.10 7.00 P.M
I collected these details from various sources, mainly from certain Jain organsations. Mr Bhaskaran Sivaraman has sent me a link of one Pamela Rice with 101 reasons. If you are interested, please click this link http://www.vivavegie.org/vvi/pdf/101reas2009.pdf 
and read it

Prakash said...

Great Information! Me too in ur group :)

June 19, 2010 10:40 PM

BHASKARAN said...

I was given to understand Hitlor was a vegetarian - who literally ruled the world. 101 Reasons Why I'm a Vegetarian by Pamela Rice - The site has wonderful reasons Certainly I am vegetarian and I campaign for this.

June 20, 2010 5:05 PM

Varadarajan.R said...

consuming meat also increases carbon emission http://cme.medscape.com/viewarticle/562956

June 24, 2010 6:23 PM

Anonymous said...

Ethics, ethics, ethics. How we treat the most defenseless beings says a lot about us. O.M.

September 23, 2010 2:34 AM

thinkofthedevil said...

Eat to Live but not live to eat. Basically we have no right to kill other creatures just for your pleasure of taste or something. They too have a beautiful life. They too want to live. Can u cut your finger? Only one out of your ten? Then how can u cut their throat? Eat to live, but not other's lifes. Be vegetarian.

February 27, 2011 9:57 PM

ambrosia said...

Great post about the reasons for being vegetarian! To respond to one comment here, Hitler was not vegetarian. This was a facade to mislead the public opinion about him. In fact he was responsible for curtailing vegetarian publications in Germany during his years in power. Please read this article by historian Rynn Berry here: http://www.kranti.org/connect/forum/8-challenge-our-philosophy/8-the-myth-of-a-vegitarian-hitler.html

April 7, 2011 2:16 AM

Harisankar said...
Non vegetarians have been around from the time of the vedas. The society was divided even then and also some tensions too on veggies and non veggies. In the rig veda there is a prayer to Indra/a god which says 'death to the devourers'. scary na?

May 14, 2011 3:23 PM

But, it is interesting to read

This is the man that the UK would not let in last year (2009) but have just this week (March 2010) allowed to enter the UK and address the UK Parliament.

Interesting, and frightening message

 

                                          Geert Wilders is a Dutch Member of Parliament.

America as the last man standing

'In a generation or two, the  US  will ask itself: who lost  Europe ?'

Here is the speech of Geert Wilders , Chairman, Party for Freedom, the  Netherlands , at the Four Seasons,  New York , introducing an Alliance of Patriots and announcing the Facing Jihad Conference in  Jerusalem .
Dear friends,

Thank you very much for inviting me.

I come to  America  with a mission.  All is not well in the old world.  There is a tremendous danger looming, and it is very difficult to be optimistic.  We might be in the final stages of the Islamization of Europe.  This not only is a clear and present danger to the future of Europe itself, it is a threat to  America  and the sheer survival of the West.  The United States as the last bastion of Western civilization, facing an Islamic Europe.

First I will describe the situation on the ground in  Europe .  Then, I will say a few things about Islam.  To close I will tell you about a meeting in  Jerusalem .

The  Europe  you know is changing.

You have probably seen the landmarks.  But in all of these cities, sometimes a few blocks away from your tourist destination, there is another world.  It is the world of the parallel society created by Muslim mass-migration.

All throughout  Europe  a new reality is rising: entire Muslim neighborhoods where very few indigenous people reside or are even seen. 

 And if they are, they might regret it.  This goes for the police as well.  It's the world of head scarves, where women walk around in figureless tents, with baby strollers and a group of children.  Their husbands, or slaveholders if you prefer, walk three steps ahead.  With mosques on many street corners.  The shops have signs you and I cannot read.  You will be hard-pressed to find any economic activity.  These are Muslim ghettos controlled by religious fanatics.  These are Muslim neighborhoods, and they are mushrooming in every city across Europe .  These are the building-blocks for territorial control of increasingly larger portions of  Europe , street by street, neighborhood by neighborhood, city by city.
There are now thousands of mosques throughout  Europe .  With larger congregations than there are in churches.  And in every European city there are plans to build super-mosques that will dwarf every church in the region.  Clearly, the signal is: we rule.

Many European cities are already one-quarter Muslim: just take  Amsterdam , Marseille and  Malmo  in  Sweden .  In many cities the majority of the under-18 population is Muslim.   Paris  is now surrounded by a ring of Muslim neighborhoods.   Mohammed is the most popular name among boys in many cities.
In some elementary schools in  Amsterdam  the farm can no longer be mentioned, because that would also mean mentioning the pig, and that would be an insult to Muslims.

Many state schools in  Belgium  and  Denmark  only serve halal food to all pupils.  In once-tolerant  Amsterdam  gays are beaten up almost exclusively by Muslims.  Non-Muslim women routinely hear 'whore, whore'.  Satellite dishes are not pointed to local TV stations, but to stations in the country of origin.

In  France  school teachers are advised to avoid authors deemed offensive to Muslims, including Voltaire and Diderot ; the same is increasingly true of  Darwin .  The history of the Holocaust can no longer be taught because of Muslim sensitivity.

In  England  sharia courts are now officially part of the British legal system. Many neighborhoods in  France  are no-go areas for women without head scarves.  Last week a man almost died after being beaten up by Muslims in  Brussels , because he was drinking during the Ramadan.

Jews are fleeing  France  in record numbers, on the run for the worst wave of anti-Semitism since World War II.  French is now commonly spoken on the streets of Tel Aviv and  Netanya ,  Israel .  I could go on forever with stories like this.  Stories about Islamization.

A total of fifty-four million Muslims now live in  Europe .   San Diego   University  recently calculated that a staggering 25 percent of the population in  Europe  will be Muslim just 12 years from now.  Bernhard Lewis has predicted a Muslim majority by the end of this century.

Now these are just numbers.  And the numbers would not be threatening if the Muslim-immigrants had a strong desire to assimilate.  But there are few signs of that.  The  Pew   Research   Center  reported that half of French Muslims see their loyalty to Islam as greater than their loyalty to  France .  One-third of French Muslims do not object to suicide attacks.  The British Centre for Social Cohesion reported that one-third of British Muslim students are in favor of a worldwide caliphate.  Muslims demand what they call 'respect'.  And this is how we give them respect.  We have Muslim official state holidays.

The Christian-Democratic attorney general is willing to accept sharia in the  Netherlands  if there is a Muslim majority.  We have cabinet members with passports from  Morocco  and  Turkey .

Muslim demands are supported by unlawful behavior, ranging from petty crimes and random violence, for example against ambulance workers and bus drivers, to small-scale riots.   Paris  has seen its uprising in the low-income suburbs, the banlieus.  I call the perpetrators 'settlers'.  Because that is what they are.  They do not come to integrate into our societies; they come to integrate our society into their Dar-al-Islam.  Therefore, they are settlers.

Much of this street violence I mentioned is directed exclusively against non-Muslims, forcing many native people to leave their neighborhoods, their cities, their countries.  Moreover, Muslims are now a swing vote not to be ignored.

The second thing you need to know is the importance of Mohammed the prophet.  His behavior is an example to all Muslims and cannot be criticized.  Now, if Mohammed had been a man of peace, let us say like Ghandi and Mother Theresa wrapped in one, there would be no problem.  But Mohammed was a warlord, a mass murderer, a pedophile, and had several marriages - at the same time.  Islamic tradition tells us how he fought in battles, how he had his enemies murdered and even had prisoners of war executed.   Mohammed himself slaughtered the Jewish tribe of Banu Qurayza .  If it is good for Islam, it is good.  If it is bad for Islam, it is bad.

Let no one fool you about Islam being a religion.  Sure, it has a god, and a here-after, and 72 virgins.  But in its essence Islam is a political ideology.  It is a system that lays down detailed rules for society and the life of every person.  Islam wants to dictate every aspect of life.  Islam means 'submission'.  Islam is not compatible with freedom and democracy, because what it strives for is sharia.  If you want to compare Islam to anything, compare it to communism or national-socialism, these are all totalitarian ideologies.

Now you know why Winston Churchill called Islam 'the most retrograde force in the world', and why he compared Mein Kampf to the Quran.  The public has wholeheartedly accepted the Palestinian narrative, and sees  Israel  as the aggressor.  I have lived in this country and visited it dozens of times.  I support  Israel .  First, because it is the Jewish homeland after two thousand years of exile up to and including Auschwitz, second because it is a democracy, and third because Israel is our first line of defense.

This tiny country is situated on the fault line of jihad, frustrating Islam's territorial advance.   Israel  is facing the front lines of jihad, like Kashmir, Kosovo, the  Philippines , Southern Thailand, Darfur in  Sudan ,  Lebanon , and Aceh in  Indonesia .   Israel  is simply in the way.  The same way West-Berlin was during the Cold War.

The war against  Israel  is not a war against  Israel .  It is a war against the West.  It is jihad.   Israel  is simply receiving the blows that are meant for all of us.  If there would have been no  Israel , Islamic imperialism would have found other venues to release its energy and its desire for conquest.  Thanks to Israeli parents who send their children to the army and lay awake at night, parents in Europe and  America  can sleep well and dream, unaware of the dangers looming.

Many in Europe argue in favor of abandoning  Israel  in order to address the grievances of our Muslim minorities.  But if Israel were, God forbid, to go down, it would not bring any solace to the West It would not mean our Muslim minorities would all of a sudden change their behavior, and accept our values.  On the contrary, the end of  Israel  would give enormous encouragement to the forces of Islam.  They would, and rightly so, see the demise of  Israel  as proof that the West is weak, and doomed.  The end of  Israel  would not mean the end of our problems with Islam, but only the beginning.  It would mean the start of the final battle for world domination.  If they can get  Israel , they can get everything.  So-called journalists volunteer to label any and all critics of Islamization as a 'right-wing extremists' or 'racists'.  In my country, the  Netherlands , 60 percent of the population now sees the mass immigration of Muslims as the number one policy mistake since World War II.  And another 60 percent sees Islam as the biggest threat. 

Yet there is a danger greater danger than terrorist attacks, the scenario of  America  as the last man standing.  The lights may go out in  Europe  faster than you can imagine.  An Islamic Europe means a Europe without freedom and democracy, an economic wasteland, an intellectual nightmare, and a loss of military might for  America  - as its allies will turn into enemies, enemies with atomic bombs.  With an Islamic Europe, it would be up to  America alone to preserve the heritage of  Rome ,  Athens  and  Jerusalem .
Dear friends, liberty is the most precious of gifts.  My generation never had to fight for this freedom, it was offered to us on a silver platter, by people who fought for it with their lives.  All throughout  Europe , American cemeteries remind us of the young boys who never made it home, and whose memory we cherish.  My generation does not own this freedom; we are merely its custodians.  We can only hand over this hard won liberty to  Europe 's children in the same state in which it was offered to us.  We cannot strike a deal with mullahs and imams.

Future generations would never forgive us.  We cannot squander our liberties.  We simply do not have the right to do so.
   
We have to take the necessary action now to stop this Islamic stupidity from destroying the free world that we know.