Hope every “American” will be joyously celebrating that glorious morning (or was it evening?) so long, long ago when “some people did something,” according to one of our most distinguished and beloved US CongresswymryngXX, who is truly a shining examplar of the “American” traditions of bigamy, incest, immigration fraud, and casual, offhand treason. ZrshmX is certainly an inspiration to us all, and rightly so.
Yes, on this day of days let us all make time to “remember” those Noble Sacrifices of some sort or other—made to preserve our “freedom,” by somebody or other—with holiday cookouts, long-weekend beach trips, sportsball games on TeeWee, illegal fireworks, and big, big holiday savings on every item from Chinese-made sheets and towels to Chinese-made hand tools to Chinese-made clothing. Be sure to have plenty of delicious Chinese-made hotdogs on hand and grill-ready too, comrades, for all your hungry party guests!
All 9/11 Day celebrants are required to wear facemasks, diving-bell helmets, and full Level-4 biohazard gear throughout the weekend, as usual. Bars, restaurants, and Xtian churches will remain strictly closed, of course, with extremely stiff Freedom Fines™ and remediative incarceration to be imposed as punishment for any noncompliance. Mosques will be open as always for worship services honoring the True God and his Prophet, PBUH. “Mostly peaceful” “protests,” arson, and random murder will continue as before.
Oh, and next year’s 9/11 Day will be observed on September 19th.
- Entries
A fine rant. Something that has gotten my hackles raised beyond levels that are good for my blood pressure is how each year since 9/11/01 we seem to look at it as Something Someone Did Something.
I HATE the people who did it.
I HATE the people who were too PC to open Moussaoui’s computer.
I HATE the people who allowed all the Saudis to fly home in the days following.
I HATE the Muslims here and abroad that danced in the streets.
I HATE John Brennan.
I HATE 0bama.
I HATE W Bush that balked at carrying out what was called for.
I HATE the Leftists that have questioned US about everything from “Why They Hate US” to “They Are Right”
I HATE those who thinks Trump’s WINS are not worthy.
I HATE those who hate America.
I Hate everyone who would take a knee or otherwise spit on America. today.
I love Trump. I Love America. I Pray for America. I pray my Hate will be resolved without bloodshed.
I pray for those people I knew, and the ones I didn’t, who died that day.
With you 100%
I know the souls of the dearly departed have been prayed for and are in Heaven today, for I know my friends, family and countrymen have done so and God is good.
I post this on American Digest every 9/11 so I’ll post it here as well, but a day late (and I apologize for that…)
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In Somber Honor of the American Fallen on This Day in 2001:
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A Desert Called Glass
They were all gathered in one place. The Hajj was the perfect time to have a strategy and coordination meeting. The blessings of Allah and his prophet were on them all. They had just sat down to a meal of traditional rice and lamb and were going to save the business talk for later. They had time. Their sources told them that their enemies were on the run and had unilaterally given up and gone home. The hated Americans had no stomach for a fight and abandoned Iraq, Afghanistan, and the rest of the Islamic world. Even the filthy Jews seemed to have pulled back their spies and allies to their own territory. This was the perfect time to go on the offensive. The entire Western world would learn submission.
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On the border between India and Pakistan, a different conversation is taking place. A junior captain in the Indian Strategic Rocket forces has an uncontrollable smile on his face. “REALLY? You would not be shitting on me like this?” His commander confirms, “it is an order. From the top. We will be eliminating our nuclear stockpile as part of our new treaty with America and the Russians. A Global peace initiative.” The Indian captain smiles broadly. Good cheer spreads to the other officers in the room and he sat at his control console and began to enter the instructions.
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35,000 feet over the Islamic Republic of Iran, an obsolete Russian Airplane was lumbering along on a direct path to Tehran International Airport. The pilot was hand chosen. He had lost his only son when Islamic terrorists stormed his child’s school in Belsen years earlier. He didn’t really care about the orders he had. Something about global peace initiative to reduce nuclear stockpiles. But he was really happy to be delivering this particular cargo.
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Mecca – Coffee was being served and greasy hands were being cleaned on shirt fronts. Servants were carrying away the remains of the feast.
Then it all changed in a blink.
The people inside did not even have time for their minds to register confusion about what was happening to them.
And then they were gone.
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35,000 feet over Mecca. A US B-2 bomber turned gently onto a new heading. LTC Brown muttered into the coms, “one down, three to go”. He noticed large bright flares in the distant horizon at two other points. He calmly mutters, “Get Some” and looks back at his checklist.
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India — The captain hit the launch button, firing his entire battery of nuclear tipped missiles into Pakistan. He remembered the faces of his cousins who had been butchered in a market bombing a few years earlier. He muttered, “Burn in Hell” as he watched the rockets leave their launchers.
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Not all the bombs hit at the same time. Some Islamic nations had more time than others to contemplate what was befalling them. But it didn’t matter. The results were the same.
The 1000 largest Islamic population centers in the world had all just been obliterated. Other targets had been destroyed using conventional weapons when they bordered on “friendly” areas.
60 percent of the Islamic population of the world had been instantly incinerated. Half of the survivors would die in the following days due to exposure, disease, fallout, and starvation. No international organizations were organizing humanitarian relief efforts to come save them.
The effect was dramatic and permanent. Most of the world had expended most of their nuclear arsenals and their stockpiles of evil cluster bombs and determined to live in peace with each other henceforth.
The world lived happily ever after