Approximate numbers of people butchered and maimed by Islamic assholes by year.
(by Nov 13 2018)
2018: 10,071/ 10,213

2017: 16,386 / 14,360
2016: 21,413 / 26,730
2015: 27,588 / 26,136
2014: 32,862 / 27,522
2013: 16,774 / 29,577
2012: 11,546 / 20,254
2011: 9,086 / 16,921
2010: 9,233 / 17,461
2009: 9,176/ 18,612
2008: 10,798 / 18,088
2007: 20,478 / 27,317
2006: 15,245 / 19,496
2005: 7,625 / 12,855
2004: 7,166 / 14,574

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Thank You for your Service, Artrel.

Down in Cuba, at Club Gitmo there’s a Marine sargeant. He’s a long way from home, probably hasn’t seen his wife and children for almost a year. Everyday he rises before the sun to perform his various duties for the day – serving the wants and whims of the barbarian members of club Al Qaeda. He may be a veteran of the Iraq war , or Afghanistan, where he saw first-hand the deeds of the butcherers he now serves ice cream. He may have memories of friends who were blown to bits by the same howling sub-humans that spit at him through the bars of their luxury accomodations, and throw their crap at him.
The Marine sargeant is ok with all that discomfort, inconvenience and persecution. He’s ok because he knows he could be much worse off.

There’s an Army specialist in Afghanistan, right now he’s sitting in a bunker made of dirt and camel crap, filling out some forms and writing a report on how and why he used his weapon today. Since he dared to actually pull the trigger of his rifle he has several hours of extra work to do – to justify having kept himself alive. After spending the summer months in 130 degree heat, he’s now chilled to the bone and finding it surprisingly difficult to write with cold-stiffended fingers.
A couple of miles away, some friends of his are hunkered down behind some rocks, trying to avoid getting shot. Hopefully, someone will soon grant them permission to defend themselves.
But he’s ok with his situation, because he knows he could be somewhere worse – doing things far more difficult.

On a commercial flight to Tennessee, a Navy Chaplain is going over some paper work in preparation for what he’s going to do when he lands. He’s going to someone’s home and inform a young woman that her husband of a year and a half and father of her 3 month old … is dead … killed by an IED that was designed and built according to advice from an ex-resident of Club Gitmo. The Chaplain has performed this duty multiple times, and it just keeps getting harder. He will do it at least twice more before he gets to see his family for the holidays.
But the chaps is ok with all that – he’s keenly aware that his job is not as hard as some others.

Another Marine just finished his 11th lap jogging around the front main building of Walter Reed hospital. He’s getting used to his prosthetic legs and can almost walk normally now – or what would appear normal to someone that wasn’t aware that he left his flesh legs in Fallujah. He’ll be returning to civilian life very shortly – going back home to his mom. Home, not house. His mom lost the house because she spent too much time sitting by his bedside in Washington, D.C. instead of working at that job she used to have.
But Marine and mom are both ok with the way it’s all turned out, because they’ve heard stories about people who really have it hard.

In New York, Antrel Rolle just got boo’ed by Giants fans. After all the hard work, sweat and pain he’s endured to risk himself out there on the field each and every day, it hardly seems worth the millions in salary to have to endure such ingratitude.

The troops feel your pain, Antrel. They’re grateful for your sacrifice and are glad that you fight that football so they don’t have to.

If only he had been fortunate enough to have been able to join the military ….