The first day of March is the first day of Autumn in the Southern Hemisphere. We have had no cause to complain about our summer this year - it has been warm, sunny and for the most part, fine. When I have been missing from my computer, I have mostly been out in the garden, encouraging things to grow. So now I have lots of flowers with which to decorate my Journal.

There is something deeply satisfying about digging with one’s hands in the soil, crumbling the earth between the fingers, sifting it to pick out the tiny weeds that would soon grow humongous if left there to do so, and making it ready to nourish the new seedlings about to be planted. It is more natural than sitting at a keyboard, risking Overuse Syndrome, a stiff back and sore shoulders, and reading all the woes of the world. It has been my much-needed respite from the frustration of questioning how it can possibly be that still, yes, even still, so many people have not yet comprehended the agenda of a certain aggressive and imperialistic ideology that slaughters and slanders but insists on appeasement on threat of more persecution and carnage to come. How can people not see it? Are they blind? Are they deaf? Are they scared? Are they cowards?

There are so many voices out there now, telling how it is, pointing to the signs and asking our leaders to stop and to notice, to think and remember. History forgotten is bound to repeat. Appeasement does not bring about peace. Oh where is Churchill just when we need him? Is there a Churchill anywhere out there? Or are all our leaders just modern-day Chamberlain clones instead?

A Roman Catholic Archbishop had something realistic to say. Yes, we could be a little more sensitive and try to avoid treading on the toes of others - but they must stop destroying us! The idea of reciprocity must not be ignored. If the intention is to destroy us, then considering such sensitivities as trodden-on toes has very low priority in the light of a far greater issue, surely that of our very survival. Is a blasphemous bruise as bad as a bomb and brutal beheadings? I guess a touch of perspective tells that it depends on whose toes versus whose headless torso.

But if the reader who came calling from a certain cartoon site is the same one who claimed I know nothing of this subject, and that this ideology is good, then please look to the left-hand sidebar and visit my page on Islam. Hiding one’s head in the sand will not make anything go away. It is simply premature burial, leading to death whatever the order of things. Or look to the words of wisdom below and weigh up the witness of world events. Yes reader, I am sad too - just like you. I am sad that so many have been deceived by this devilish doctrine that pushes domination and death.

I think that one of the most horrifying images that has caught in my mind is that of the mother who dressed the third of her sons to follow his two other brothers on a murder-suicide mission, and jubilant in his death she told how she has five more she is grooming for the same end. I am a mother. I have a son. What a horrendous distortion of maternal instinct to so joyfully commit your own child to such an end.