Originally posted on September 11, 2011
Ten years gone….. a nation’s failure
After almost 24 straight hours of watching listening and reading everything available on the attack, I fell into a numbed, head buzzed sleep, then startled awake about 2:30 a.m.
The unmistakable low growl of an F-15 from nearby Buckley Air Guard Base grew to a widow-rattling, explosive roar overhead; my sternum vibrated, my heart filled with emotions. I knew the young combat pilot was at war and his under-1,000-foot pass was a signal to our small Colorado community that we were safe and that he was filled with a “terrible resolve” to exact massive retribution on our behalf.
It was the reassuring sound of America’s might. I prayed for those who died and those who who would die in the coming war that was long overdue and abundantly necessary. I slept soundly the rest of the short night…
… and I have been angry everyday of my life since.
Now, a decade later the terrible resolve I absolutely knew would be devastatingly decisive and swift has yielded little in exchange for more than 4,000 of our country’s finest. Far from embracing our warrior-nation esprit and élan, we are leaderless, weak, flaccid in martial response and far too quick to seek closure, heal, to build memorials to the “tragedy”and above all… celebrate diversity.
Ten years after witnessing 3,000 men, women and children atomized to bone fragments and grizzly smears of DNA nothing sums up what we’ve become any better than our military’s proposal of a new medal for “courageous restraint”…to celebrate those who exhibit extraordinary courage and self-control by not using their weapons.
America has failed; failed to destroy our enemies, failed to make radical Islam a smoking crater around the world, failed to support our only real ally in this war–Israel–and failed our own history.
Instead of defiantly and swiftly rebuilding the World Trade Center towers, closing our borders and unleashing hell wherever and upon whomever necessary, we treat evil personified as a criminal matter, complete with arrests and Miranda warnings.
You, including those who have lost and continue to lose loved ones in this war, pay the enemies’ legal fees, room and board, cable TV, health care, and damned pray rugs and piece of trash Koran.
Our enemies have been laughing and ridiculing us ever since, and the terrorism continues.
An over-the-hill, unwanted and unnecessary Marine, I content myself with video blood lust, running though as many combat clips as I can find that feature our enemies being torn to pieces in ways not unlike my 9/11 countrymen died. I find it unsatisfying and empty, but at least I can still trust that my young comrades taking the fight to the enemy.
They are the only people in my government worthy of trust.
The fifth columnists and traitors in the country populate our colleges, universities, schools K-12, all races, creeds, colors and religions, the media, the democrat party; even our military and government up to an including the White House has been infiltrated.
Maddeningly, Real Americans are being attacked rhetorically, politically and physically by those who stand not with their countrymen, but with our enemies.
There will soon be a mosque at Ground Zero, but our so-called memorial there is an embarrassment.
By now the body count of our enemies should be 100 times whatever it is; instead, we cut the military budget and give money to this society’s leeches and malcontents, and our domestic and foreign enemies.
Future historians will look at this “war”, this decade and only see a nation committing suicide.
And wonder why, in God’s name… why?.
Originally posted September 11, 2008
The Falling Man
Some among us solemnly observe that this image is too hard to look at, too upsetting to remember.
… but not for those of us who remember him, The Falling Man, as clearly as yesterday’s sunrise… for those who are filled with a pulsing rage and a fervent prayer for retribution.
Yet others of our kinsmen choose to weep, to heal despite lack of personal wounds, and light candles rather than torches.
They favor building memorials, while bestowing blame on the Falling Man for his own murder seven years ago this hour… on a bright, sunlit morning in the greatest, most benevolent nation ever in the world.
These are cowards, fifth-columnists, traitors, turncoats who have earned well the nation’s hatred and disdain.
They are politicians, preachers, high government officials, mothers and fathers, the poor and the rich, the powerful and the unknown, the judges and the judged; journalists, veterans and teachers, young as well as old … they who take far more than they give, those who can be counted on, but only to skulk away in the darkest hour, leaving the innocent and defenseless to the wolves.
Some of these are politicians who seek leadership and to command mighty armies, yet seek actively, and plan for surrender.
They and their ilk remain unmoved by a small, motivated band of American freedom fighters first to fight back in the deep blue skies above the peaceful Pennsylvania farm land, first to inflict death upon on our Godless enemies at the sacrifice of their very lives… an act of singular heroism and love of country.
These craven legions never think of the patriots who ran to the fiery embrace of a certain and horrifying death to protect and save, nor do they regard and love the determined young men and who daily face their own horrifying deaths in distant lands for the opportunity to exact revenge in the name of The Three Thousand.
In the 2,555 days since, the national news media has refused to honor this image of the Falling Man in order to purposefully stir an enraged call to arms because there are those among who quail at the first rumble of distant thunder, who refuse to ride to the sound of the guns; those who would rather live a lifetime on their knees than one grand-glorious day on their feet.
We remain unworthy of the sacrifices paid in blood by those who came before us.