What topics do you suggest we discuss in our next group discussion?

My family doesn’t know what I truly do. If they knew, they would have asked me why I fight. Why risk our safety, inviting danger into our lives when we could simply stay quiet and let the storm pass? They would plead with me out of love, urging me to choose a peaceful life instead of courting death at the hands of extremists. I understand their fears; I feel them sometimes, especially during quiet moments when the weight of it all becomes heavy. Yet I defy them because the cause of protecting the free world is greater than any individual or family. Someone has to fight. If everyone who recognizes the truth—every atheist, every secularist, every lover of freedom, every Jew, every Christian who stands firm, every apostate who rejects oppression—if we all say, “not me, it’s too dangerous,” then who will fight back? Who will stop the encroaching darkness? The jihadists don't wait. They don't bargain with silence. They advance wherever there's weakness, wherever people choose comfort over courage. Appeasement only nourishes them; retreat only strengthens them. I know these extremists. I've seen how they operate—their networks, their mosques turned into recruitment centers, their online propaganda, their mobs ready to act violently over a rumor or a cartoon. I understand their tactics because I've lived under their shadow. This knowledge isn’t just a burden; it’s a weapon. I can confront them in ways others may not be able to. I can expose them, challenge their lies, and strike at their ideology without hesitation. I may not wield a gun, but words, truth, and defiance are also powerful weapons, and they matter in this global conflict. Yes, I am needed on the front lines. Not because I seek martyrdom, but because surrender is not an option. If good, aware, and capable people refuse to resist, the extremists win by default. I will not allow them to revel over our collective demise. I will not give them the future without a fight. Israel has shown that a small nation, surrounded by hostility, can not only survive but thrive by refusing to yield. The free world can achieve the same—if enough of us decide that living on our knees is worse than dying on our feet.

https://x.com/Huanqiu_com/status/1990349440922579354/mediaViewer?currentTweet=1990349440922579354&currentTweetUser=Huanqiu_com. The video I clipped is of a smart bus stop in Suzhou with heated seats and a wireless phone charger. How many homeless ppl's eye contact am i going to have to break, how many pigeon shit crusted subway stations I walk past, how many more school shootings will I have to hear about and scroll past. I recite to myself America is a free country with same sex marriage. That has been the copium I've held onto for the past 4 years. It's starting to sound like a thought stopping cliché, that I am to close my eyes to the unhoused, the pigeon shit and the posts of school shootings and tell myself that my country is great and I breathe free. That the price of freedom includes: Mia Tretta a survivor of the 2019 Saugus High School shooting in Santa Clarita, and Zoe Weissman survived the 2018 Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School shooting in Parkland, Florida. Now both who lived through the Brown University shooting. Im tired and cold, I recite to myself that this is all worth it and its starting to feel like an empty ritual without real convictions. That the price of freedom is to dehumanize the ppl who deleted themselves on subway stations that yay the trains moving again and you can get to work on time. To step pass pigeon shit or the same broken step thats been there since 2022. The price of freedom now includes the comeback of Measles. My marriage is still recognized. And I close my eyes to the issues around me and enjoy my Gay Canadian Hockey smut. The party didn't have to tell me to close my eyes and ears. I am doing so myself of my own free will.