There is a large Palistinian community in Nashville.
I called on a business that had Pali flags and a very large picture of the Al Aksa mosque on the wall of the CEO.
Down the street I called on a company that had a receptionist covered from head to toe, fully veiled with only henna tatooed fingers showing. She was a Tenneesee good old girl because her thick voice betrayed full American Street girl behind the veil.
They are in the used car business and ship cars to Saudi Arabia.
“Tennessee good old girl”
One of my unbounded pleasures when driving through Tennessee is listening to bluegrass gospel music on AM radio (I’m Catholic!). The words of faith and hope in salvation and seeing our loved ones again (I’m widowed) move one to tears. How one of our own could throw all that away for the muzzie deathcult is beyond me.
But forget her. The Palestinians in our midst are the real threat.
Oh, and when I drive, I pack.