A Texas pig farmer found out that Muslims trying to build a mosque had purchased the land next to his farm.
What’s more — the new Muslim landowner actually asked him to leave.
That’s because Craig Baker owns a pig farm, and the Muslim community hates pigs — it’s in the Koran. So in an effort to “cleanse” the land, the Muslim landowner asked Baker to move out.
Baker instead decided to fight back.
Baker started holding pig races every Friday at the same time Muslims are supposed to be saying their afternoon prayer.
Now local Muslims (and their liberal stooges) are calling him a “racist.” (Since when is Islam a “race”?)
What do you think? Did he go too far? Should he have “embraced diversity” instead?
I suspect this farmer is in for a whole lot of grief from various governmental entities at the local, state and federal levels. These people have an agenda and they're not likely to just roll over and allow a "pig farmer" to make a mockery of it.
To hell with their bullets, they need fear those coming from you.
Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be bright*, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
* substituted "bright" for "gay", no offense meant to Mr. Thomas as, I'm certain, he couldn't have foreseen how our language would be bastardized.
