I’d have to care what you think to care what you say. Nothing you have to say matters at all. You still haven’t faced the fact that in the coming struggle it’s convert or die. Or kill first.
Buy a compass, you’ll need to know which way is east.
So just when do you believe I’ll be forced to make this choice? Next month? Next year? Ten years from now? Tell me exactly how this Muslim takeover of the world happens in your imagination in such a way that you find yourself—how old are you?—standing along a ditch putting bullets in the brains of children you deem “real Muslims”?