Yes, it hurts me, it hurts bad. I'm irrevocably soft-hearted - I want to hug babies and plant gardens. On this beautiful day made for planting nandinas and flowers something evil watered American soil with blood and jet fuel. Now I have to wipe my hands on my apron, hold my sobbing babies, then go and pray to my God to forgive me because I want these inhuman terrorists to die. They HAVE to die - they will not stop until they die, and they will take our babies with them while doing it. So I will accomodate them the way my soft-hearted, loving Father did when he fought the Imperial Japanese; I will kill with my bare hands if I have to, to save my babies. Then I will weep because this is not what I was made for - I was made to plant flowers on this beautiful day...
I for one look forward to seeing mosques explode and seeing the bodies of men, women and children burn in the streets of Kabul, Baghdad, Algiers or wherever else.
And I will enjoy every minute of it.