When my father was arrested, we didn't know where they had him. My mother found him at the house of torture. It was called Villa Triste.

I know ours is a world made by men for men, their dictatorship is so ancient it even extends to language.

Europe is no longer Europe, it is 'Eurabia,' a colony of Islam, where the Islamic invasion does not proceed only in a physical sense, but also in a mental and cultural sense.

Instead of learned young people we have donkeys with University degrees. Instead of future leaders we have mollusks with expensive blue jeans and phony revolutionaries with ski masks. And do you know what? Maybe this is another reason why our Moslem invaders have such an easy game.

I am known for a life spent in the struggle for freedom, and freedom includes the freedom of religion.

America's vulnerability comes precisely from its strength, its wealth, its power and its modernity. It's the usual story of the dog chasing its own tail.

But here's what I've learned in this war, in this country, in this city: to love the miracle of having been born.