Lost Decade

JD's Bunker ^ | 09/12/2011 | J.D. Pendry

[JDPendry]

September 11, 2011 has passed. I have not checked the headlines this morning. It could be the world ended. It is a peaceful morning waiting the sunrise here in Wild and Wonderful.

I did not make my typical Sunday afternoon post. I felt no need to share my where I was when story. It is the significance of what happened to us on that day that keeps it clear in my mind. Not what I was doing. I remember where I was when President Kennedy was shot too, but it has no bearing on the historical event. Just as it will remember the events of September 11, 2001, history will always remember the Kennedy assassination. That I was working in an office or playing basketball on a dirt court in rural West Virginia will not even record a so what in the annals. There are other events in my life, and I am sure yours too, that were personally as tragic although not widely shared with world. The emotion dredged up from within us causes us to remember them.

My emotions ran the gamut on September 11, 2001. First I was angry. I worked to control anger in my life knowing from experience that uncontrolled anger drives you do and say stupid and often unforgivable things. Like flying airplanes into buildings and murdering thousands of innocent people. Later in the day, the anger turned to sadness with learning about the loss of friends. Then the sadness returned to anger. Innocent lives were lost - taken by soulless followers of a death cult. Thousands of lives were lost, but the dreams of many thousands more were stolen by this utterly despicable act. I take solace knowing that the paradise sought by the murderers remains as fiery as the burning airplanes and buildings that removed their miserable personages from this planet. Satan owned their wretched souls in this world and he owns them through eternity – and he has no virgins to offer them. Only the eternal torment they earned.

But, sadly or not, anger is the emotion that remains. It is the one the day dredges up for me. Justifiable anger appropriately directed? Lord only knows. There are other sources that perpetuate the anger a decade later.

In Church Sunday morning, and with my apologies to the pastor and acknowledging the personally tragic message he shared, my mind was mostly elsewhere. I was thinking back to the Churches that reportedly filled up right after and American flags displayed everywhere one looked. People are preoccupied somewhere else these days because there is much vacant space in the pews and the flag displays are just as sparse. It reminded of the poem:

Our God and soldiers we alike adore,
Ev’n at the brink of danger; not before;
After deliverance, both alike requited,
Our God’s forgotten, and our soldiers slighted. – Frances Quarles, 1632

In Church, my head was on a swivel looking toward every sound, every opening door, scanning the congregation for any strange faces and wondering if it would have been a good idea to bring a weapon to Church, just because. Then in this place of serenity and inner peace, the anger returned with a vengeance raising the question; is this the place where we allowed these soulless bastards to bring us? Allowing them to take peace from us? If this is where we are, they have won or at least they are winning. We are hostages in our own country looking for unattended packages that might be bombs rather than enjoying the view of God’s creation. We are hostages who are losing our freedom by dribs and drabs – in our own best interest of course. We sit in the House of Peace and dredge up anger, which is against all that He teaches us. If nothing else, it does remind us that there is a powerful spiritual battle taking place and that we better know the right direction to turn. The sparsely populated pews do not reassure me that we do.

Here we sit a decade later.

Our country filled with apologists for the “religion of peace.” In New York, the center of the attack, the mayor put up vigorous arguments in support of the Islamist’s building of a victory mosque at ground zero. His prime argument? Freedom of religion. From the other side of his face he banned the clergy from the memorial held in New York. Victory mosques are what the Islamists have built throughout history beginning with the Temple Mount. In the eyes of the Islamist’s, the Trade Center Towers was a temple of sorts. The greatest symbol on earth to the free market capitalism and democratic government they so despise. Now that they have destroyed that symbol it only follows that they want a victory mosque there from which to spread their hatred of our Judeo-Christian derived culture. It is beyond me how any person living in New York City can support the mayor.

We are still attached at the hip with the people who spawned this atrocity because of the insane energy policy firmly held to by our inept political ruling class. The problem they promised to fix since the Arab oil embargo more than 40 years ago.

Finally, I am tiring of restrictions placed on Americans at every turn that seem unable to pick up a single terrorist. I am tiring of American flags flown at half-mast. I am tiring of memorials. I am tiring of the victim mentality that is perpetuated by all of these things. I am tired of the people who danced with joy in their streets on September 11, 2001 being honored with no cameras allowed religious dinners in our Nation’s house.

Because I dare to think the way that I do it is me, a more typical American you will not find who is called a terrorist, suicide bombing, hostage taking, barbarian, SOB and invited to go straight to hell all by the ruling political class who has led us to the edge of destruction. I am angered by that and tiring of it too.

If we have any hope of turning victim into victory, we must rid ourselves of inept leaders and as did our Nation’s founders, seek “a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence.” Changing victim to victory, may God bless our country.