Breakfast with Geert Wilders

Sunday morning. My feet hurt. I stayed home all day yesterday resting them.

I put on my suit and to support my arches, I slip into my black tennies with the orthodics.

I drive north on the 405 in my dented and rusty vehicle.

"They’re going to think I’m a terrorist," I think. "I don’t belong in Bel Air. They probably have laws against undesirables. I can’t move in these zip codes. I’ll stick out with my black tennies."

I pull into the Skirball Museum behind some cyclists. I want to park up top but the gates are closed. I turn around and reluctantly head down into the parking structure. I feel claustrophobic as the cement closes around me.

I find a spot against the wall and then walk out the way I drove in.

This is totally stupid. Everyone else is taking the scenic walk into the museum. I’m out in somewhere in the sun. It’s in my eyes. Must not stop believing. Tell myself I am an important person.

I clutch my man purse and try to let my neck be free.

The Horowitz Freedom Center email said: "Mr. Geert Wilders, a parliamentary leader in the Netherlands, is Europe’s most eloquent defender of freedom of speech and conscience. Banned from speaking in England and under 24 hour protection, Mr. Wilders cannot be silenced. Through his eye-opening film, FITNA, and his public appearances, Mr. Wilders has continued to stand up against radical Islam and for the defense of Western Civilization." Geert’s like me. We’re both either going to end up in jail or as prime minister.

Janet Levy from Women Against Sharia gives a fiery introduction ( classified it as hate speech and won’t stream it).

She talks about two Australian pastors who had to endure years of expensive litigation and risk of jail for critical remarks they said about Islam, violating the state of Victoria’s law against disparaging a religion.

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