Speak for yourself. The only good Saracen is a dead Saracen. Or a converted one. No one is ever going to tell me I can’t hate people who want me dead. No one on this Earth. Ever.
I have many good friends who are Jewish. However, until 9/11, I could never really empathize entirely with the feeling of total revulsion they must have seeing people in Nazi uniforms. I certainly never has such feelings towards Russians, for example, even though their government wanted to destroy our system of life and replace it with communism. Then came 9/11 and the joyous celebration of this hideous, utterly wanton atrocity, by just about all the world's influential Mudslimes and all the dissembling and excuse making by every influential Mudslime group in this country. Now, when I see any of them in public wearing their traditional garb I fell the same, entirely rational, psycho-physical revulsion toward them my Jewish friends must feel towards individuals in Nazi uniforms. Strange thing, when you know somebody probably wants to murder you in the most horrible ways imaginable just because you're a loyal American, it tends to affect you a bit.