Remembering 9/11/01

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As a bookend to Word’s post below here are a few video’s remembering that tragic day, those who died, and the heroes who did their best to save them:

REMEMBER

HEROES

STANDDOWN

ANGELS

And a few videos to remember our soldiers who went to war after that terrible day 6 years ago.

ONE MORE

STILL HERE

WE SUPPORT YOU


And last but not least, Penn & Tellers take on the idiots who continue with their schizophrenic belief that our Government planned and executed 9/11: (cussing involved)

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As some of you may be aware, The Won is seeking to desecrate 9/11 as a “Day of National Service” instead, with the excuse that “We need to move on”.

I recall, years ago when we were toppling the Taliban rule in Afghanistan, the Taliban leader Mullah Omar whining to some journalist that we should “Get over it!”.

To which my response must be not only “No!”, but “Hell No!!!”.

Like many, I was at work on that day, learning of it when co-workers told me to check out CNN on the internet, and watched it play out, watching with horror when the buildings collapsed with so many still inside.

The next day, Miami Herald columnist Leonard Pitts, normally a fairly angry liberal, wrote a column ( reproduced at WTC Trbute – We’ll Go Forward From this Moment ) in which he observed…

Let me tell you about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family, a family rent by racial, social, political and class division, but a family nonetheless. We’re frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous emotional energy on pop cultural minutiae — a singer’s revealing dress, a ball team’s misfortune, a cartoon mouse.

We’re wealthy, too, 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, perhaps — think that any or all of this makes us weak. You’re mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong in ways that cannot be measured by arsenals.

And concluded with…

So I ask again: What was it you hoped to teach us? It occurs to me that 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 we’re capable of.
You don’t know what you just started
.

But you’re about to learn.

THIS is how I’ll remember 9/11, for a VERY long time to come.

And today’s president has a National Service Day:

SERVICE >> SERVITUDE >> SERVENT >> SURRENDER >> SUBMIT

Not Me

budvarakbar…SERPENT.

Not Me either. I was deployed and killing terrorists in the Phillipines while he was smoking dope in an Ivy League School on an Affirmative action ride.

Service Day?

As I’ve said before, there are many, many things about that day that are just never going to be known. Although, some of it is going to come to light over time. I heard of one photog that was there that took pictures so horrifying that he locked them in a vault and has never sold, nor looked at them other than processing them, nor let anyone else look at them.

I’m amazed, that even after all this, despite the pleas of our commanders and parents, our media will show a dieing young marine’s face in Afghanistan, both his legs blown off, his hand still on his rifle, his buddies desperately attending him…because they want to accurately show people the “cost of going to war”. But, they won’t show beheadings, atrocities of all sorts and kinds that these people do to innocent people every day that accurately reflects the true “cost of appeasement”.

I spent last night drinking corn whiskey until I could sleep. My wife said that I tossed and turned all night. I woke up having bitten my tongue, blood in my mouth. Even after all this time, I still carry it with me.