CAIR Sponsors Event Down the Road from Synagogue Attack Site

I thought the older you get, the less things surprise you; the whole idea that the more things change, the more they stay the same or whatever. Nothing could have prepared me for seeing my hometown hosting an event called the Islamic Games. To demonstrate my surprise—shock, that’s still not right—outrage, that’s better—indulge me in a description of what Colleyville, Tex., used to be.

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I was born and raised in Colleyville. We had one blinking red light and more cows than people. Our only real industry was Dallas Fort Worth International Airport. If we needed to buy food, we either went to Mrs. Gilbert’s farm stand or to the Tom Thumb in the next town over. There was a Food Lion, but