Here’s a short story to illustrate a dangerous trend being foisted on America.

Hesitatingly he walked into the Java Shoppe.

His downcast eyes refused to make contact with the patrons. Trying not to draw attention to himself he stopped inside the door and moved into the shadows. Minutes passed before the strange young man moved out of the shadows and slowly walked in to take a seat at the counter.

Normally I would not have paid much attention to him. He did not appear to be any more or less than other customers in the Shoppe. Yet I felt compelled to observe him. His clothes are not all th...