No longer will anyone sit passively by and wait to die while terrorists do their ugly deeds.
A new hero in our midst......EUNICE STONE
I think we have a new FReep sign idea!
I submit that the "higher-ups" of politico-Republi-canery would have joined with the pack of groupe-nationalizing socialist Democrats in the politics of personal destruction against each and every one of the militia.
No matter the feeble records from the militia, in the hands of the public --- in spite of the government efforts to squelch it.
The acts of the militia in the skies over Pennsylvania, would have been severely condemned as "taking the law into their own hands" as the worst of "the vast right-wing" ... and "see what these 'vigilantees' are like?!"
In addition, I submit that federal government's reaction would be exactly every step taken to date, both abroad and at home:
Surgical attacks upon some terrorists "over there," because the opportunity affords it, and strict inside the airport security here.
For you may see that from such steps taken, what actually is the response of the federal government and the Bush [still running 75% of the Clinton] Administration.
Only here in the United States would ordinary people take the initiative as they did on flight 93. Europeans, South Americans, Asians, in my mind they would all have waited and hoped for the best.
That American trait of individuals organizing and taking the initiative was Bin Laden's greatest oversight. May he not rest in peace.
Unfortunately, all too many "American" muslims would do just that!!! All while asserting that "islam is peace", "suicide is not part of islam", and other assorted lies and evasions. (There ARE honest muslims, however, who realize that islam is on a very dangerous and violent course, both for muslims and for the Rest Of Us!)
Hmmmm.....I guess I would have stopped them.......for the sake of that beautiful building.
(But exterminating that infestation would have been mighty tempting.)
It is said that catastrophes are a matter of pure chance, and there were those who would have said that the passengers of the Comet were not guilty or responsible for the thing that happened to them.The man in Bedroom A, Car No. 1, was a professor of sociology who taught that individual ability is of no consequence, that individual effort is futile, that an individual conscience is a useless luxury, that there is no individual mind or character or achievement, that everything is achieved collectively, and that it’s masses that count, not men.
The man in Roomette 7, Car No. 2, was a journalist who wrote that it is proper and moral to use compulsion “for a good cause,” who believed that he had the right to unleash physical force upon others—to wreck lives, throttle ambitions, strangle desires, violate convictions, to imprison, to despoil, to murder—for the sake of whatever he chose to consider his idea of “a good cause,” which did not even have to be an idea, since he had never defined what he regarded as good, but had merely stated that he went by “a feeling”—a feeling unrestrained by any knowledge, since he considered emotion superior to any knowledge and relied solely on his own “good intentions” and on the power of the gun.
The woman in Roomette 10, Car No. 3, was an elderly schoolteacher who had spent her life turning class after class of helpless children into miserable cowards, by teaching them that the will of the majority is the only standard of good and evil, that a majority may do anything it pleases, that they must not assert their own personalities, but must do as others were doing.
The man in Drawing Room B, Car No. 4, was a newspaper publisher who believed that men are evil by nature and unfit for freedom, that their basic interests, if left unchecked, are to lie, to rob and to murder one another—and, therefore, men must be ruled by means of lies, robbery and murder, which must be the exclusive privilege of the rulers, for the purpose of forcing men to work, teaching them to be moral and keeping them within the bounds of order and justice.
The man in Bedroom H, Car No. 5, was a businessman who had acquired his business, an ore mine, with the help of a government loan, under the Equalization of Opportunity Bill.
The man in Drawing Room A, Car No. 6, was a financier who had made a fortune by buying “frozen” railroad bonds and getting his friends in Washington to “defreeze” them.
The man in Seat 5, Car No. 7, was a worker who believed that he had “a right” to a job, whether his employer wanted him or not.
The woman in Roomette 6, Car No. 8, was a lecturer who believed that, as a consumer, she had “a right” to transportation, whether the railroad people wished to provide it or not.
The man in Roomette 2, Car No. 9, was a professor of economics who advocated the abolition of private property, explaining that intelligence plays no part in material production, that man’s mind is conditioned by material tools, that anybody can run a factory or a railroad and it’s only a matter of seizing the machinery.
The woman in Bedroom D, Car No. 10, was a mother who had put her two children to sleep in the berth above her, carefully tucking them in, protecting them from drafts and jolts; a mother whose husband held a government job enforcing directives, which she defended by saying, “I don’t care, it’s only the rich that they hurt. After all, I must think of my children.”
The man in Roomette 3, Car No. 11, was a sniveling little neurotic who wrote cheap little plays into which, as a social message, he inserted cowardly little obscenities to the effect that all businessmen were scoundrels.
The woman in Roomette 9, Car No. 12, was a housewife who believed she had the right to elect politicians, of whom she knew nothing, to control giant industries, of which she had no knowledge.
The man in Bedroom F, Car No. 13, was a lawyer who had said, “Me? I’ll find a way to get along under any political system.”
The man in Bedroom A, Car No. 14, was a professor of philosophy who taught that there is no mind—how do you know that the tunnel is dangerous?—no reality—how can you prove that the tunnel exists?—no logic—why do you claim that trains cannot move without motive power?—no principles—why should you be bound by the law of cause-and-effect?—no rights—why shouldn’t you attach men to their jobs by force?—no morality—what’s moral about running a railroad?—no absolutes—what difference does it make to you whether you live or die anyway? He taught that we can know nothing—why oppose the orders of your superiors?—that we can never be certain of anything—how do you know you’re right?—that we must act on the expediency of the moment—you don’t want to risk your job, do you?
The man in Drawing Room B, Car No. 15, was an heir who had inherited a fortune, and who kept repeating, “Why should Rearden be the only one permitted to manufacture Rearden Metal?”
The man in Bedroom A, Car No. 16, was a humanitarian who had said, “The men of ability? I do not care what or if they are made to suffer. They must be penalized to support the incompetent. Frankly, I do not care whether this is just or not. I take pride in not caring to grant any justice to the able, where mercy to the needy is concerned.”
These passengers were awake; there was not a man aboard the train who did not share one or more of their ideas. As the train went into the tunnel, the flame of Wyatt’s Torch was the last thing they saw on earth.
But the history of the American people, as distinct from her government, has always been to do what needed to be done.
I would like to believe, then, I would act as any other American.
One of your finest, champ.
RAMPAGE!!!!!!