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I Believe, Literally, In The God Of The Old Testament, Whom I Understand As The Lord Of The Jews And The Protestants. I'm A Christian Zionist, As Well As A Christian Feminist And A Christian Socialist.

The Terrorist Attacks Were A Tragedy For The People Who Died Or Were Injured, And For Their Families And Friends. For The Rest Of Us, They Were A Wake-up Call As To What Type Of Lunatics We Are Dealing With. And Sleepwalking Our Way Back Into Ill-sorted, Dewy-eyed People Personal Politics Is The Last Thing We Need To Set Us Up For The Fight Ahead. Come On You Liberals, Don't Give Me The Morbid Pleasure Of Saying, 'i Told You So' Again.