TrueBornPakistani...LOL!
I do, up to a point.
When I lived in the MidEast with them, there were many who worked for the same oil company for whom I worked. I was "semi-friends" with several, but you can't ever be friends with anyone unless you trust them. I never trusted the muzzies.
They made no pretensions about their first allegiance being to Islam, and they never tried to soften the accusation that I was an infidel.
This was back in 1976, and I have no idea what it's like now; I sure wouldn't want to find out.
When I went sightseeing down to the Arab section after work to have a beer (muzzies don't drink? Think again!), I saw some of the same people, and they'd buy me a beer for coming down.
It was no different than a lot of American bars.
They were nice to me because they knew that on the drill site, I'd make sure they were treated well. I'd provide a water buffalo behind a sand dune during Ramadan for them to surreptitiously get water during the 130* temperatures, and they were making more money than they'd ever dreamed of making.
Through it all, I had the distinct feeling that I was an outsider and less of a person than they were because I was an infidel. This is a feeling I got nowhere else in the world I have worked.
So, when I say that I hate the sin and love the sinner, that is true to a point.
God forgive me, but when a person's belief system commands them to kill me because I don't believe as they do, I start hating the sinner, also.
I have to put myself in the position of being back there with four terrorists chopping my head off, and a multitude of people standing around watching and cheering. Then I hate the whole billion plus Muslims in the world because they have proved that is exactly what they would do.
I have some understanding of the enablement of the Muslims in a predominately Muslim society. They would be killed, also, if they did anything to stop it.
My major anger and hatred is directed toward the Muslims living here in America, taking advantage of a better life style than they could ever achieve in their home country, a lifestyle for which our ancestors gave their blood and lives to preserve, who are protected by our laws from the viciousness of Islam, yet stand silent as these atrocities are committed by their insane brothers.
In this case, I cannot truthfully say that I hate the sin, but love the sinner. They have become inseparable in my mind.
IF there were a general uprising in the American Muslim community denouncing these acts of terror, I would be the first to say, "Thank you, God, for showing them the way", and I'd be the first to welcome them to the 21st Century.
For my consolation, I don't require them to all convert to Christianity. I don't care if they're Buddhists, Hindus or whatever. I've had real friends all over the world who held different beliefs than mine, but I cannot abide Islam.
I'm sorry for the long rant.
I know my posts get a little extreme. I feel very strongly about this issue.
Islam is a vile creeping disease whose intent is to wipe out our society and replace it with their own.
I will go down fighting for what my brother and all my brothers-in-arms fought to preserve.
May God bless America and keep her strong for our children and grandchildren.