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Re-living those last moments brings back every emotion to me, from the grief and pride for the passengers to the absolute and utter hate for those that did us harm and would do so anytime if they could. Allah is great, my a$$ - makes me sick!
What pisses me off is that I went to findlaw.com and they have a poll.Should this bag of $h!t get the death penalty? The poll stands at yes 22% and no 59%.What is wrong with people.
Unfortunately, not nearly enough people remember how we were united together, realizing that these are MUCH DIFFERENT times we are living in...
Remeber when we all felt this way?
Beast, You Don’t Know My People
by Leonard Pitts Jr.
They pay me to tease shades of meaning from social and cultural issues, to provide words that help make sense of that which troubles the American soul. But in this moment of airless shock when hot tears sting disbelieving eyes, the only thing I can find to say, the only words that seem to fit, must be addressed to the unknown author of this suffering.
You monster. You beast. You unspeakable bastard.
What lesson did you hope to teach us by your coward’s attack on our World Trade Center, our Pentagon, us? What was it you hoped we would learn? Whatever it was, please know that you failed.
Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause.
Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve.
Did you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together.
Let me tell you about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family, a family rent by racial, cultural, political and class division, but a family nonetheless. We’re frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous energy on pop cultural minutiae – a singer’s revealing dress, a ball team, a cartoon mouse.
We’re wealthy, spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and material goods, and maybe because of that, we walk through life with a certain sense of blithe entitlement. We are fundamentally decent, though, peace-loving and compassionate. We struggle to know the right thing and to do it. And we are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of faith, believers in a just and loving God.
Some people – you? – think any or all of this makes us weak. You’re mistaken. Indeed, we are strong in ways that cannot be measured by arsenals.
Yes, we’re in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock. Your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts of terrorism in the history of the United States and indeed, the history of the world. You’ve bloodied us as we have never been bloodied before.
But there’s a gulf of difference between making us bloody and making us fall. This is the lesson Japan learned to its bitter sorrow. When roused we are righteous in our outrage, terrible in our force.
I tell you this without fear of contradiction. I know my people, as you, I think, do not. What I know reassures me. It also causes me to tremble with dread of the future.
In days to come, there will be recrimination and accusation, fingers pointing to determine whose failure allowed this to happen. There will be heightened security, misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms. We’ll go forward sobered, chastened, sad. But determined, too.
Unimaginably determined.
On this day, the family’s bickering is put on hold. As Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as Americans, we will rise in defense of all that we cherish.
Still, I keep wondering what it was you hoped to teach us. Maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred.
If that’s the case, consider the message received. And take this message in exchange:
You don’t know my people. You don’t know what you just started. But you’re about to learn.
If the Allah is Great chant is in the movie, this will be worth seeing. America needs to be reminded of the evil we are fighting.
Pray for W and Our Freedom Warriors