An old post. Oh, hell, a bunch of old posts. The text is from last year.
9/11/01 – Three Years Later
Four years later
Five years later
Six years later
Seven years later
Eight years later
I went to work this morning. I had a pleasant day. We had a little technical hurdle to jump, but it’s something I’ve got quite a bit of experience in, so it was a little jump. I enjoyed talking to my co-workers. I did what my employer desires of me. At the end of the day, I got in my car and drove home.
Eight years ago almost three thousand Americans did exactly what you and I do every day. They left their homes to go to work. Some of them were likely NOT happy about it. Some of them were. And likely, some were indifferent. They left home, though, fully expecting to be back there at the end of the day.
It didn’t happen that way. Nineteen followers of a pedophile prophet decided that their version of religion called upon them to attack the innocent. They ended their lives by murdering three thousand of our countrymen who’d done no more than go to work in the wrong place.
There are those among us now who wish to talk to these enemies of America. They wrongly think that if we just sit down at the table with these murderous thugs then we can reach a consensus and they’ll see how peaceful we really are and stop attacking us.
Our enemies really want that we should all start lining up in the public square and bouncing our heads off the pavement five times a day. We should make our women wear burqas and become chattel to their husbands. We should shut down TV and movies except for programs approved by our new mullahs, and we should turn our churches into mosques.
They desire that we give up the whole tenet of law that brought Europe out of the Dark Ages and turn our legal system over to a set of rules as determined by mullahs with their heads firmly in the year 700 AD, who see that stoning is a fitting punishment for a girl holding hands in public. The same Americans who champion the “rights” of gays, lesbians and transgenders will happily talk about compromise with Muslims whose religion requires stoning for the same groups, oddly enough while allowing the marriage of pre-teen girls to old men.
I apologize not for these statements. The Muslim religionists, if allowed to carry their religion’s tenets to their logical conclusion, end up with a 7th-century society. Many of the ill-informed among us want to talk about the “Golden Age” of Islam, and they fail to understand that ALL that was propounded during these years was the result of learning that Islam captured from the societies it conquered. They took the golden eggs, then killed the intellectual geese that laid them. After the “Golden Age” petered out, Islam went into decline. Any advances enjoyed by Islamic society today is almost entirely the result of the work of other societies.
America’s homeland has not been attacked in eight years since 9/11/2001. The military side of me says that there are stories behind this success that we won’t know about for years. There are some, like the breaking of Khalid Sheikh Mohammed, that we know only in part, and most Americans lack the understanding to realize the depth that is behind the little stories we see.
Apparently, for eight years we’ve been right. Realize, though, that one facet of asymmetrical warfare is that we have to be right EVERY time, but they only have to be right once. Who knows when the one lapse will be a cobbled-together low-tech lash-up of an atomic bomb, too big and ugly to deliver by plane, but not a bad load for one of a few thousand trucks coming over the border from Mexico, headed for Houston or Los Angeles.
I am also confident that for years the national intelligence assets have been playing stupid for the press. Us old soldiers know that it’s a lot easier to get a good hit in when your enemy thinks you’re a bunch of goofy bas*ards, helped along by your friendly media and the helpful idiots in Congress. Still, all it takes is a lucky punch. One lucky punch.
And Obama in the White House? He’s either an apostate Muslim, which they hate, or a useless tool who thinks that he can talk and lawyer his way through. And either way, it doesn’t look good, and that puts us back into the opening of this little post: One day you go to work, thinking it’s another fine day, and you’ll be home in the evening…