BLOGGERS UNITE FOR PEACE!

“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil
is for good men to do nothing.”

Edmund Burke

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We are normal, everyday hard-working people with a common hobby, blogging. We hail from far and wide. We reside in different lands, on different continents. We speak different languages, eat different foods, and are of varying ages, professions, and religious and cultural backgrounds.

We do have one thing in common…

We believe that terrorist attacks, wherever they may be perpetrated; whether in France, Tunisia, Canada, Iraq, or in Denmark, Turkey, UK, Algeria, Yemen, USA, Lebanon, or in the skies over Egypt, or in India, Saudi Arabia, Australia, Afghanistan, Nigeria, Kuwait, Libya, Bangladesh, Syria, or…

Inspired by Erika Kind right after last week’s events in Paris, France.

I need to believe.  I need to trust.  I need to know I’m not the only one living in a beautiful world.

Please share the picture.

Let’s hold hands virtually for now, but also out there, extend our hands to our neighbors, to our friends, to our family, to strangers in need, to strangers not in need, to the old, to the poor, to the refugees, to those who are scared, to those who are on the verge of not believing anymore, to those seeking our hands, to those sharing our values, to love.

Enjoy the Day and Be Awesome!

[Es]  Inspirado por Erika Kind justo después de los eventos en París, Francia, la semana pasada.

Necesito creer.  Necesito tener confianza.  Necesito saber que no soy la única viviendo en un mundo hermoso.

Por favor, comparten…

I am not crazy. Just mad. Yes mad!

Mad as mad can be, that I allowed this to be me.

You cheated on me, playing hanky panky, with all the fancy ladies.

I took it with stoicism, and a whole bunch of Catholicism.

You walloped me up, and pummeled me down.

I tried to run, but never got far.

I turned to you, yes you, you, all of you.

Y’all said to return, have faith and pray some more.

I fretted, I pleaded, but deaf ears could not hearken.

I prayed, I cried, I fasted and I called on all the Gods.

But it seemed neither Heaven nor Hell cared to hear my call.

Now I am here, trapped in this bubble.

My soul is anguished, raging with fury.

Do the dead talk? Who knows?

Soon enough you will know!

My name is Nnedimma and I have a lot to…