21 years

 This is what it should look like.  

Never forget. 

Never forgive.

Distillation

It's the 20th anniversary of the nastiest sneak attack we've ever had on US soil.  

Rage has distilled into bitterness.  Because, thanks to the chattering political nitwits, the post turtles, and the FICUS, nothing has really changed.  

Not because we didn't wake up.  But because most of the country rolled over and went back to sleep.  Were sung back to sleep by the twats selected by our political betters to run the country pushing the idea that of course it couldn't happen again...see all of the security theater we put together?  It keeps us all safe.  Never mind that it's been proven to not work...or that the agents and agencies put in place have been proven, over and over again, to be morons and thieves...  

And now.  

Now.  

The FICUS who uses the imperial first person plural pronouns to indicate itself has not just demonstrated its own uselessness, but has given the enemy the understanding that the nation is as weak as it is.  As stupid and as inept.  

Because we elected* it right? 

The FICUS has not just set us up for more attacks, but also imported our attackers without vetting that they were actually in danger if left in place (and, in fact, it's been pointed out that several Afghanis brought over were likely terrorists, even as we drone-bombed our own allies by "accident").  

So, no.  I'm not angry anymore.  I'm bitter, and filled with cold rage, but not angry.  

I'm way past angry.  

I've said everything else.  I still feel the same as I always have.   I won't forget.  I can't. 

I have been seething.

I have been seething since last November. 

As fast as our current POTUS is working to undo the last fuck-up's policies, there are a few he can't undo as easily. 

Eighty thousand Muslims settled in one place.  To the point where they elected two adders into the House of Representatives. 

Today, it kind of boiled over for me.  Because some people did something.

And the whore who said this now has citizenship.  So does the slut who wrapped herself in the Palestinian flag (whatever Palestine is supposed to be--it isn't, and never was, a country).  That can't easily be undone.

Honestly, at this point, I'm thankful--to the bottom of my soul--I'm no longer teaching.  I no longer have to pretend I'm not watching the middle easterners more carefully while giving them A's to get them the hell out of my classroom without wasting the effort to grade plagiarized papers.  It was really hard, especially at this point in every fall semester, to keep smiling and pretend that I'd forgotten.

I haven't.

 How can anybody forget?  How can any real American forget what that ideology did?  How can any real American forget that Tlaib's people (and likely she, herself) danced in the street in celebration of the towers going from whole and beautiful to burnt, blood-stained debris?  How can any American forget that most of the Muslim world joined her in celebrating the loss of lives from eight-some-odd countries on those four flights? 

Real Americans haven't forgotten. 

Traitors, on the other hand...

...we seem to have an overabundance of those in Washington, DC, in the State Department, and in university faculty and administrations. 

I won't forget.  I can't forget.  I have a grudge.

We didn't learn anything.

Fourteen years ago, the most egregious attack on American soil sent us to war.  Thousands of American civilians were murdered, and our main military headquarters was attacked.

The most visible of the multiple attacks was this:

Take a good look.  Remember.  Remember the fires.  Remember the people who jumped from the upper floors because they couldn't escape, and didn't want to burn, only for their bodies to break on the concrete and pavement hundreds of feet below.

Now.

Tell me you don't still carry the rage from that day in your heart.

Tell me you're not horrified and angry that we are still letting this ideology flourish. 

Tell me you're not terrified by our open borders that permits this ideology to sneak through.

Tell me you're not disgusted that we still let these...creatures...enter our country legally, through diplomatic envoys and student visas.

Tell me you're not outraged by the slow drain of our liberty to create a "safer" nation.

Tell me you're not revolted by the spineless mouth-breathers in congress that did not permit our last halfway-decent president to prosecute the war they unanimously declared to the point where the ideology was defeated, the way we did after the second most egregious attack in December 1941.

If you can honestly say that you don't feel that way, and that nobody you know does, then we, as a nation have forgotten.

I am still angry.

I have five Muslim students this semester.  Two of them are girls.  Three...three, I'm just watching closely, and waiting for them to suddenly explode--they're around nineteen years old. 

It's irrational.  I've heard them discussing ISIS*--and shutting each other down and shuddering.  They're terrified of the militants.  All five of my students are terrified of them.

I'm not afraid.  I am angry.

I'm angry that King Putt called for a near-complete draw-down of our troops.  I'm angry that he displayed his weakness and gave them the impression that it's our country that's weak.  I'm angry that he's permitting these monsters to cross our southern border with impunity.  I'm angry that we haven't nuked the entire area, since the only thing these uncivilized barbarians understand is an overwhelming display of strength--which we haven't displayed. 

I'm angry that we've wasted so many lives trying to put a lid on a pot that's been boiling over for decades, rather than simply turning off the burner by tapping our own oil reserves and ceasing to fund the terrorist-run regimes in the Middle East.  I'm angry that, in the name of political correctness and anti-racism, old and middle-aged white people get probed and groped in air ports while Muslims waltz through unmolested. 

The terrorists won.  And I'm in a bloody, blind, frothing rage about that. 


*Ironic, isn't it, that a Muslim organization is named after a pagan Egyptian goddess.

Another anniversary of an already forgotten day.

I first wrote on the anniversary of September 11 here.  I wrote again, and again.  I still remember that day with a fine, cold rage that would leave me sleeping fine if I were called to put a bullet in the back of Hassan's head. 

I think, if our "leaders" remember the day and the incident at all, they use it as an excuse to take more and more of our freedoms.  And they count on us to not know our history, nor anything about our Founding Fathers.  Benjamin Franklin warned us about this, more than two hundred years before the republic began disintegrating: "If we restrict liberty to attain security we will lose them both."

They don't make speakers like this anymore.

The skilled rhetoricians of the past seem to be a thing of the past. 

Don't believe me?  Go listen.  Read the transcript.  Then tell me when in the past twenty years we've had someone speak like that. 

I wish Pearl Harbor had lived on in infamy.  But in a nation that's already forgotten September 11, 2001, I doubt that there are many who understand the significance of today's date. 

Bring. It.

So...perceived insults to Mohammed sparked the terror attacks that murdered four more of our civilians yesterday, on the eleventh anniversary of the one of the biggest, most public attacks on American soil.  We need to bomb every fucking building in every fucking village in Libya to rubble too small to house a mouse.  Then, we need to do it again in Cairo, where they're attempting a repeat performance, and any other place where the fucking sand lice are rioting.

At the very least, we need to withdraw every soldier we have over there, withdraw every single dollar of foreign aid, develop our own damn resources, airdrop the fuckers at Gitmo over the Middle East without the benefit of a parachute, and tell them if they protest too loudly, they're going to end up suck-starting an Abrams.  

If they're so easily riled up, let me have a try.  I can defend myself a whole lot better than some state department apologist pussy put in place by the current bowing, ass-kissing, cock-sucking Wookie jockey infesting the White House.

Let me see...Mohammed takes it up the ass from pigs and donkeys while fellating camels to keep quiet the orgasmic moans. 

Bring.  It.  You ragheaded fundamentalist pig fornicating snotwads.  I will hand it back, 124 grains of copper-coated lead at 2,350 feet per second, multiple times. 

The next time someone tries telling me Islam is a religion of peace, I will laugh in their face, then spit at their feet.  Then, I'll scrape the sole of my shoe over their shin.  If they take offense to that, I can tell them exactly what kind of gun oil I use, and tell them I'll be pleased if they want to make something of it.

Anniversary

It's been eleven years, now.  I've written about that day quite a bit. 

My conclusions remain the same: I do not remember the murder of three thousand American citizens with grief.  I remember it with rage. 

What do I call all of the "collateral damage" in the Middle East, in all of the conflicts that the United States hasn't had the testicular fortitude to pursue a victory in?  A decent start.

We won in Japan because we showed a willingness to cause substantial damage and loss of life before we started rebuilding.  We didn't arbitrarily declare a victory we hadn't earned, we bombed the fuck out of those who were ramming planes into our ships. 

We've pretty much lost any chance at victory in the Middle East.  All we have succeeded at is keeping them (mostly) occupied on their own soil, instead of ours.  Our "leaders" assumed that the governments and people we've been fighting have a quality that they don't: that of being civilized.  Housebroken. 

I will repeat: I do not care that the people over there are supposedly innocent.  Innocent people do not dance in the streets when a nation on the other side of the world from them are viciously attacked without warning.  I do not care that they're supposedly helpless, unarmed.  They outnumber those that are in charge and armed by more than enough to take out the governments.  I do not care that they're fed propaganda, and are ignorant and uneducated.  It is more than possible to realize that, and take steps to fucking change it. 

These people may be homo sapiens...if barely, by their behavior, but they've never left the ninth century. 

They need to be bombed back into the ninth century.  They need to be bombed into complete and unconditional surrender.  Then they need to be drug, kicking and screaming, into the twenty-first century, with their religion re-examined the way Christianity has been examined and re-examined throughout the reformation and enlightenment.  They need to be brought into the human race, not permitted to exist as mere advanced monkeys with nothing more than a tribal culture.

Then, maybe, I can remember September 11, 2001, with the grief it deserves, rather than the icy cold rage of the unresolved act of war that it remains.

Amendment VI

In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial, but an impartial jury of the state and district wherein the crime shall have been committed, which district shall have been previously ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the assistance of counsel for his defense.--Amendment VI, The Constitution of the United States.

This guarantees to United States citizens their God-given rights of liberty (you know, part of that lovely triad of "life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness") by preventing them from being arrested and held indefinitely.  It's rarely infringed upon for our citizens--most notably, in cases where people call child illfare's anonymous child abuse hotline ("to be confronted with the witnesses against him") instead of the local police who are supposed to be the first in the door to determine if an investigation is needed--but it also happens when a war on (some) drugs "sting" gets too arrest happy with people who are just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

While this amendment isn't abused often against those whose rights it's in place to protect, it is abused by being applied to those who are not United States citizens. 

No one who is not a United States citizen is entitled to any protection by the U.S. Constitution, nor by any of its amendments.  Sure, it's nice that most of the time, anyone on U.S. soil can speak their opinions freely, or attend the church they want to.  However, that's a visitor's privilege.  Act up on our soil, and they really should lose that privilege: detain them and put them on the first flight heading back to wherever they came from, at the very least.  It is their God-given right to speak and to believe as they wish, yes, but without being citizens of the United States, they shouldn't have that right protected by our government.  

Especially not in cases where the individual claiming Constitutional protection attacked this nation.  Not one terrorist deserves protection under the fourth, fifth, sixth, or eighth amendment--unless born or naturalized as a United States citizen.  And those are few and far between.*  Either lock them up somewhere with no amenities (unlike Guantanamo Bay), shoot them in the head and be done with it, or put them on a plane back to whatever pestilent shithole spawned them.**

*For now.  As far as we know.


**Were I in charge, I'd tell the pilot and crew to bail out, then take it out of the sky in a lovely fireball...with a missile coated in pig fat.

Gratitude.

This nation lacks it in the extreme. We have since before the Vietnam War.

Actually, let me clarify that: the far left--the ones that actually run this country--lacks gratitude toward those that protect their rights to denigrate and insult anyone and everyone that doesn't bow the knee to their superiority.

That, more than anything, is going to be what breaks this country. Not the action that happened ten years ago today, not the ongoing military response to that action, but the far left's contempt for the people that make the bedrock of this country: the soldiers, the emergency first responders, the average Joes and Janes that work 40 hours a week to support the government's spending habits.

They have forgotten the heroes in their rush to beatify the victims of that horrific attack.

We have not.

That division is more sure to be the end of our nation than the threat of radical Islam.

I’m not the POTUS.

I can afford to take the time to sleep on big decisions. Had I been in the hot seat, the instant I'd heard that bin Laden had been found, I'd have given the go order. I wouldn't have taken sixteen hours to sleep on the info.

Don't get me wrong: I'm glad the fucker's dead, and I'm glad it was a kill order. I'll give the nitwit in the White House that much. That said, I don't think it was justice, any more than ASM826 did. Justice would have been reprisal killings of 30,000 Muslim civilians in Afghanistan—3,000 every day for ten days.

I also don't think it's going to change anything. Radical camel fellators still hate us (some hate us worse, now), still want to harm us, and are still planning to harm us. Some of them think that we're lying about bin Laden's death. They're not going to believe officially released photos (those can be faked, you know)—it would be more likely to create belief if we had a body to show. Unfortunately, he's already been buried at sea (hopefully in a bacon shroud) to avoid the construction of shrines to the martyr on his gravesite. Don't get me wrong, I think the sea burial is probably the best idea, but it should have been postponed for at least a year.

We should all take a deep breath of relief that there's one less sick, psychopathic bastard planning to kill innocents in the world. What we shouldn't be doing is celebrating in the streets, or visiting Ground Zero in a sick sort of victory lap. That's what radical fundamentalist camel fellators do every time a major attack on American civilians is carried out successfully.

Happy anniversary.

Nine years. Today. Right now, in fact.

And we're still only marginally safer now than we were then.

I've heard people whining for years, now, that the reason they hate us is because we're belligerent. That we export a culture offensive to Islam, with the nudity, sex, and alcohol routinely portrayed in the media. That we should leave them to rule their world the way they see fit.

I don't recall United States citizens hijacking full passenger planes and ramming them into office buildings full of Muslims in Saudi Arabia, with American citizens celebrating in the streets of American cities as the buildings collapsed and the death tolls rose. Seems to me it happened the other way around.

I don't recall the United States forcing our culture on other nations in the name of religious tolerance. Seems to me that we're the ones bending over backwards to accommodate an enemy ideology, welcoming it into our midst like the idiots we are.

I don't recall any attempts by radical leftists--especially feminists--to force the same standards of behavior onto Muslims that they intimidate the rest of us in the West into, such as treating women, homosexuals, and those of other colors, beliefs, and nationalities as equal members of the human race. Seems to me those same radical leftists are too busy declaring the Muslim culture, which routinely stones rape victims to death because they're unchaste women, the moral equivalent of the culture where the rape victim is seen as a victim instead of punished as a criminal.

Nine years. We've spent nine years coddling a culture that aims suicide bombers at our troops, that buries bombs on roads that as often kill their own people as ours, that wants to force the entire world back into the seventh century, and under their own sandal heels.

People are angry. Politicians seem to have forgotten that the people who elected them have longer memories, don't see the "bigger picture" (if there is one), and only see that political correctness allows terrorists to stalk our armed forces from within their own ranks. Politicians beg us, "Please, oh please, don't provoke them."

What about us? What about the victory center that Islam wants to build on the very grounds that they destroyed nine years ago? What about the bibles, rosaries, Crucifixes, and other symbols of Christianity that are against the law to own in the middle east and are routinely burned in Saudi Arabia? What about the bibles we forced our own troops to burn so that we wouldn't offend those we were sent to subjugate so that they couldn't attack us again? Isn't that provoking us?

Is it any wonder that so many are behind the crazed pastors that want to burn the Koran today?

Nine years. I suspect this is only the first nine years in the next two hundred.

God knows we're not willing to do what's necessary to end it sooner, and prevent their "civilization" from destroying ours in the process.

Ten for one.

Seriously, the only way we're going to dissuade the barbarian fucktards advocating the murder of American civilians is to kill ten of theirs for every one of ours attempted.

And focus on the clerics.

Well, that was a waste of money.

Studies apparently show that most of the terrorists that the U.S. has apprehended on our soil since 9/11/01 have been young men.

What do you want to bet that all of those young men, presumably between the ages of 17 and 40, have something else in common? What do you want to bet that those who were "radicalized as part of a group" met that group in prison?

And what do you want to bet that nothing will be done with this information?

Honestly, Muslim preachers--mullas, or whatever you want to call them--should be banned from prison outreach. Especially when it's accompanied by lessons in Arabic so that no one can monitor the lessons.

Creating a desert sounds like a stunningly good idea.

Long ago, the Mongols attacked the Middle East. Temujin, in particular, did a lot of damage when the residents at the time shaved the beards off of his ambassadors. He laid waste to an entire region, kidnapping artisans to build a city for him. Even after 1,500 years, the region still hasn't recovered. Many are familiar with the saying "He created a desert, and called it peace."

Including Tom Kratman. His novel, A Desert Called Peace raises a lot of ghosts--and a lot of questions.

The villians of the piece are familiar: radical, violent fundamentalist Muslims, and (in the shadows) the transnational progressivist movement. The kick-off incident was hauntingly familiar to those Americans who haven't forgotten why Islam is our enemy: violent radical fundamentalist rag-heads combined what happened to New York City with the Hindenburg.

Only, this time, some of the victims had someone with the money and know-how to avenge them. The main character, Patricio Carrera, who'd been living in a Panama-analogue for all of his married life, and whose wife and children (including one not yet born) and rich uncle were killed in the attack, had inherited the bulk of his own family's money, and had been formerly high up in the chain of command in his native country. And knew how to build an army.

Carrera chose to use his family money to build, equip, and train a small mercenary force to be used as a tool to help him gain his revenge--and damn, does he succeed.

I had a really hard time reading this book. It brought back a lot of memories of September 11, 2001, up to and including the sounds I could hear over the radio of those who chose to jump from the burning towers hitting the pavement. Carrera's wife chose to take her small children and jump, rather than be burned to death.

Suffice it to say, this book is not one I will re-read. Too hard.

However, along with the ghosts of September 11, this book raises a lot of questions. A lot of...suspicions.

The novel was set in the far future, on Earth's only colony world. It included flashbacks to our near future, many of which involved the transnational progressive movement tearing down society as it had worked up to that point. Indeed, Earth's own fleet and base on the colony world were run by the descendants of our modern movement.

And that's where the questions, the suspicion comes in.

The Earth forces decided that the United States-analogue country on the colony world was becoming too powerful, and would likely be a threat to their power and way of life on Earth, at some point in the future. So, they considered, and decided how they were going to nutralize that threat: they funneled money (and suggestions and building plans and security plans and flight plans) to violent radical rag-head terrorists. And, had it not been for Carrera simply not permitting the Earth ass-sucking media (who behave and believe the same way our American media does) to broadcast anything that he didn't approve, and not caring what they called him or implied about his techniques, the reprisal attacks to neutralize the threat would have faced the same difficulties and results as our own attacks on Afghanistan and Iraq--i.e., demonization of nation, intentions, and troops, and crippling ROEs being emplaced.

With all of the parallels, though, I have to admit that I wonder...how did the nineteen God-damned hijackers on September 11, 2001, figure out how to hit us, where, and with what? How did they get the idea? How did they get the money?

And who was using the ignorant shits as puppets?

I remember.

When the first plane hit the towers in NYC, eight years ago, I knew nothing about it. I didn't even know anything about it until after the second plane had hit. I lived alone in my dorm room, had no television, and had already turned off the radio while I was getting ready for my first class.

The first I knew something really bad had happened was when I got to my first class. Everybody was uneasy, and there were rumors galore, including one that we'd been hit by a nuke. I figured that some kind of an accident had happened, and we'd find out what was going on when the instructor made it to class.

Except he was twenty minutes late. This individual had never been late in the three years I'd known him. Early, yes, but never, ever, late.

I remember thinking, when he told us that two jets had slammed into the towers, and that it looked to be purposeful, but that we were going to discuss A Midsummernight's Dream regardless, that he was one of the strongest men I'd ever known. He, after all, had family in NYC, and couldn't contact them. He did not know, at this point, whether they were alive or dead, and he was going on with class, anyway, despite the fact that no one would have blamed him for sending us all home.

That was the last class that our university held that day. I remember walking back to my dorm room, and how absolutely numb I felt.

And I remember that numbness giving way to a fine, cold, calculating rage.

I still feel that rage, despite eight years (so far) of safety. Unlike our media, I have not forgotten the way I felt that day, hearing what happened. I cannot forget the screams I heard on the radio as the victims in the tower realized that they were going to die, or the horror in the reporter's voice as he described the people beginning to leap out dozens of stories high windows to smash on the pavement below.

I still feel the rage, and it's stoked each time another one of our service men and women are killed, trying to bring freedom and basic human dignity to a people that do not want it, that hate us for having it.

I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that they will eventually attack us on our own soil again. They tried, more than once, while President Bush was in office. I have absolutely no doubt that they will succeed, because Barack Obama doesn't believe they really mean us harm.

At least, that's what he says.

Barack and Michelle Obama hate this country. They hate this country enough that I wouldn't put it past them to permit another attack--and then do nothing besides grovel in apology for being America to those who actually orchestrated the attack.

The people of the United States are complacent, for now. Our politicians have learned that the complacency that they depend on to do to us what they want done is an easily shed complacency. Should President Obama permit us to be attacked again, and have the temerity to do nothing, he will find out first hand how quickly the nation will rise up.

While he and his cronies and his shills have forgotten, we the people of the United States of America, have not forgotten. Nor have we forgiven.

I do not remember September 11, 2001, with grief. I remember it with rage.

No sympathy.

That's what they deserve for caving to terrorists.

And before anyone says anything to me about "But they're innocent, and had no voice in what the Pakistani government decided," let me just say one thing:

Bullshit.

Muslims, all Muslims, are equally culpable for the actions of the hardliners. Until they get radically intolerant of the radically intolerant, they deserve every death that they're dealt by their own people.

And no, I no longer care if some of those victims are children. That's just that many fewer future terrorists.

Does that make me a nasty, intolerant racist? No. It doesn't. Not all of Middle Eastern descent are Muslim, and not all Muslims are Middle Eastern. Do I hate all Muslims? No, I don't. I don't hate them. What I feel is far too cold and analytical to be termed hatred. Do I care if every Muslim were to die tomorrow? Only in that I would sleep better at night, knowing that we won't see another September 11 from those cockroaches.

Intolerant I may be, but it's intolerant of an ideology that is nasty, vicious, and blood soaked. I do not now, nor have I ever, given a damn about the color of someone's skin. I have only ever cared about the content of individuals' character.

It's not like I didn't see this one coming.

Pakistan has caved to the Taliban, the Islamofacist terrorist group that ruled Afghanistan at the time al Qaeda launched the September 11, 2001, World Trade Center/Pentagon/Flight 93 attacks.

Maybe we shouldn't be bombing these people, though. Maybe we should just inundate them with all of the neat technological gadgets that Americans are addicted to. After all, it works.

Most of the time. After all, if it worked all of the time, the Muslim media mogul wouldn't have beheaded his wife as she tried to divorce him.

That is, after all, permissible under Sharia law.

Does anyone else notice something wrong with that particular religion's followers? Like, maybe, they're not peaceful?