Say Anything Blog

Ken Boyette

Scary stuff:

More than two decades ago I witnessed a chilling vow. One that appears to have been kept. Therein lies a story.

It was a beautiful spring morning in 1985. The cloudless sky above the mountains brought clear air in off the Mediterranean Sea. The morning sun had burned off the early fog that usually covered the blacktop streets in the strategic mountain village of Marjayoun, South Lebanon perched 1200 feet above the Litani River gorge. From my office I looked directly across the gorge to the ruins of Beaufort Castle atop the mountain that was exclusively Shiite Muslim territory. I had no idea of what was about to happen.

This morning my cameraman and I were heading into that territory and further south to the large Shiite town of Bent Jbeil. I was nearing the end of the first year of my contract as producer for Middle East Television. From our offices in Beirut, Jerusalem, Cyprus, Marjayoun, Lebanon and Metulla, Israel, we produced television news programs broadcasting in both English and Arabic across five countries of the Middle East. I was part of the English department and worked as a correspondent in both Lebanon and Israel.

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My cameraman, Mark, and I drove down the mountain ridgeline from Marjayoun through the towns of Qlaya, DyrMimas and Kifar Kila and continued along the Israeli frontier past Aytun where we curved east and then south into Bent Jbeil that was surrounded on all sides by high hills. We were going after “evergreen” video footage that we could use in all manner of stories. The town itself was very colorful with traffic, mosques, shops and a big open-air market called the souk. Traditionally, the market was a place of truce where sides in conflict could meet for commerce.

My bet proved good. We got plenty of attention, some smiles and also some of the most vicious glares I’ve ever seen. We were recognized yet the tradition of truce held strong. We got great video but as we were preparing to leave two young men that tailed us for some time finally approached. One spoke English well and said he had something to say. I offered to put him on camera but he refused. Suddenly, he launched into a diatribe and made a blood chilling promise.

“We are holy warriors chosen of God. We are coming to America to kill Americans. You cannot stop us. You’ll see.”

“Are you Hezbollah?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied. “Some day we will make you pay for all the evil you have done. We’ll come to America. You’ll see!” With that he and his companion congratulated each other and walked quickly away.

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Did the two Hezbollah recruits in Bent Jbeil keep their promise? You bet. Last I checked they mayor of Bent Jbeil, Lebanon is from Dearborn, Michigan. And the Hezbollah stronghold has sent thousands of its residents to the US. I’m no genius, but with where I’ve been and what I’ve seen, I can connect the dots. They’re here, waiting.

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In our wide-open western mentality this Death to America chant is merely free speech, a dissenting opinion. Instead, we must understand that as persuaders of the apostate we are now locked in an unrelenting conflict for our very civilization. By the terms of this struggle there will be only one victor.

Read the whole thing.

While we let the lefties divide us, the terrorists are waiting to conquer us. It’s time to get back to the founding principles of America; they are our only hope.