This attempted bombing is not part of a war. No way. One guy's life fell apart so he fell for an Islamicist "Narrative."
In contrast:
Ten years ago in July 2000, on the block of 43rd Street coming into the north end of Times Square from the east, the life of one Pakistani-American was spared from mad violence. He was a Muslim whose first name is Mohammad.
That man and his wife and children go on. They add to America.
In 2000 at Times Square, hatred lost one. Big time.
The rest of what happened BTF :::
The simple event was an aggravated assault. A roid-rage driven body builder, name of Lenard Smith, attacked this man, Mohammad, as he sat behind the wheel of the limo he was driving.
This Mr. Smith had lost it. He went head and shoulders into the limo and started beating Mohammad with all his might. The injuries were severe enough to require reconstructive surgery.
As I arrived on the scene, Mr. Smith was attempting to open the driver side car door. That would have allowed him full access for the attack.
Instead, a simple pair of visions came into my mind as from what some Christians call St. Michael. The first: a flash view of this limo driver being pulled from the limo and thrown head first into the curb. The second: me intervening, breaking the attack, getting the driver secured, then running for my life west on 43rd Street with the attacker chasing me. A second for each vision.
The second vision is exactly what happened.
I found myself running into the fray. I yelled "Halt" at the loudest I could, directly into the right ear of Mr. Smith. He staggered back, away from the limo.
Then I told the driver, our Mohammad, the Pakistani, to roll up his window and lock the door. He complied immediately. I turned, told Mr. Smith, "You're under arrest" which bought a couple of seconds, looked to see that the driver was O.K., then turned and ran west as fast as I could.
At my age, saving this Mohammad was a high risk operation. Mr. Smith gets a hold on me, I'm dead. Just plain dead. He did land a glancing blow on me as I took off. Fortunately I knew that I was going to be running; he did not. Also, I heard him screaming "I'm going to kill you" at me going down 43rd. Powerful motivation. Middle-fifties or no, you can run half a block like a teenager. When he couldn't catch me, Mr. Smith retreated to attempt an escape. (He ended up doing a month in Rikers. Twice what George Anderson got for his 2008 DUI killing of Florence Cioffi, but then Mr. Smith wasn't a Wall Street CEO.)
So... God bless the Pakistanis. God-Allah-Jehovah used this "failed" non-religious Christian/Jew/admirer-of-the-Buddha (your humble scribe) to bless that one Mohammad on that one day in July, 2000. May there be more such days where madness is limited in its effects.
Gandhi said that "God has no religion." Of course.
Seems to me that "God" is all the good in the universe. Well and enough for one Pakistani-American, one Mohammad, for the one day. And for his kids for their whole lives.
God bless.
BTW: We can pray for the soul of Faisal Shahzad, the would-be bomber. He serves Satan, Who is all the Evil of this universe. Shahzad would have murdered innocents. He was lost, praying prayers of hatred.
Hopefully, for one part of one day, I was the opposite to Mr. Shahzad. For a minute I was the tool for good.