I couldn’t watch all of that. It made me ill.
But the guy is a pussy.
Guess what Antoine...they still hate you and want YOU dead too
Here is the translation of the full facebook post from Antoine Leiris, who lost his wife in the Paris attacks :
Antoine Leiris November 16 at 7:18 am ·
You will not have my hatred
Friday night, you took an exceptional life — the love of my life, the mother of my son — but you will not have my hatred I don’t know who you are and I don’t want to know, you are dead souls. If this God, for whom you kill blindly, made us in his image, every bullet in the body of my wife would have been one more wound in His heart.
So, no, I will not grant you the gift of my hatred. You’re asking for it, but responding to hatred with anger is falling victim to the same ignorance that has made you what you are. You want me to be scared, to view my countrymen with mistrust, to sacrifice my liberty for my security. You lost.
I saw her this morning. Finally, after nights and days of waiting. She was just as beautiful as when she left on Friday night, just as beautiful as when I fell hopelessly in love over 12 years ago. Of course I am devastated by this pain, I give you this little victory, but the pain will be short-lived. I know that she will be with us every day and that we will find ourselves again in this paradise of free love to which you have no access.
We are just two, my son and me, but we are stronger than all the armies in the world. I don’t have any more time to devote to you, I have to join Melvil who is waking up from his nap. He is barely 17-months-old. He will eat his meals as usual, and then we are going to play as usual, and for his whole life this little boy will threaten you by being happy and free. Because no, you will not have his hatred either.
We are two, my son and I, but we are stronger than all the armies in the world. I have also no more time for you, I must join Melvil who wakes up from a nap. It was 17 months ago, he eats his lunch like every day, then we will play like every day and his whole life that little boy will make you the affront of being happy and free. Because no, you will not have hatred either.
https://www.facebook.com/antoine.leiris/posts/10154457849999947
http://abcnews.go.com/International/paris-man-writes-powerful-letter-defiance-terrorists-killed/story?id=35256304
Video of Antoine reading his open letter to the Paris terrorists:
I sense a Muslim sympathizer using The Taqiyyan method to take the winds out of the sails of anger that have been flying since the Paris incident. You know how these guys work by now. That guy was Jared Leto on the American Music Awards last night so it was probably well rehearsed.
Racist French leftists obviously think they are better than “people of color.”
Good little slave boy. Nothing Christian about his silly, childish sentimentality. He should at least be capable of hating the sin that brought his wife and so many others an early, violent and horrendous death in which their bodies were dismembered. If hate is inappropriate for evil love is not appropriate for good.
Nor his fighting spirit either evidently. ‘Cause that’s somebody else’s job.
They don’t have my hatred. They have my contempt. Just like the six-legged cockroaches ...
Maybe we could do the same to ISIS that was done to Jericho. OH that's right we can't believe in God, cause that offends some people.
Awwwwwww. Isn’t that special.
FAG
I don’t think they have the slightest interest in his hatred, love or any of his feelings. They’re interested in his subjugation and/or his death. And his assets.
He says they won’t have his hatred as if they want it. they don’t want people’s hatred, because that would turn into resolve to solve the problem. They want you to be a politically correct squisling betraying your own. And that, it seems, is what much of Europe is.
The guy was probably in the process of figuring out how to get rid of his wife when this happened.
Dude has a crucifixion complex. Saves ISIS the trouble.
I’ll make up for whatever hatred he forgoes.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ZxScaEq2Ec&list=PL4x9dikGuldcmL8kA3iQq9Dh210GyPQKr
I recall an article in the NYT Sunday Magazine about a lefty journalist bow hunting for the first time with a friend who was an experienced hunter. Against all probability, the journalist brought down a deer and hurried to the fallen animal. He experienced a strange reaction, one he did not expect. He wrote, "it was gratitude . . . but to whom?"
Stupified as to the meaning of this emotion and lacking a belief in a Creator, he thanked the deer. This is what I see in Paris.