RightNetwork: on 9/11
The new website RightNetwork has a tribute to 9/11, with articles by Michele Bachman, Eric Cantor, Victor Davis Hanson, and more, including yours truly, neo-neocon.
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The new website RightNetwork has a tribute to 9/11, with articles by Michele Bachman, Eric Cantor, Victor Davis Hanson, and more, including yours truly, neo-neocon.
I just had to leave the Huffington Post today. All the “blame America” rhetoric made me sick to my stomach.
Just a few examples from the self-loathing, spoiled and naive liberal mind:.
Thank you for the link and your article, neo. I needed a sane place to go to today.
Out of respect for the personal stories in the previous post, I’m commenting on it over here. It begins:
Despite the profusion of American flags even in ultraliberal Massachusetts suburbs after 9/11, I was uneasy because people were singing America the Beautiful instead of The Battle Hymn of the Republic with its grapes of wrath and terrible swift sword.
The nation that crushed–and rebuilt–Japan after Pearl Harbor did not begin by singing America the Beautiful.
The lives that were taken on 9/11 cannot be restored, but if there is a Providence, may It grant the restoration of the American spirit and of this nation’s promise for all humanity.
Vieux Charles thanks for saving me a trip to huffpo and reminding me how deeply I despise leftist liberals.
My most sickening remembrance of that September is not the day itself, in all its gory details – even though each one will always be etched in my memory – but the little circles formed by people with candles and the endless talk about “healing” and “grievance” and “yes, people are hurting, but we have to examine ourselves- are we without a fault?”
That made me sick to my stomach, more so than my son’s face covered in white dust…
gs & Tatyana: You took the words out of my mouth.
Re-read the second quote from Vieux Charles’ post above, the one where we’re compared to a bully blubbering because somebody slugged him. I 50% agree with the little swine who wrote it.
I don’t want mourning. I don’t want remembrance. I don’t want healing. I want vengeance.
Imagine America’s military prowess and the creativity at our disposal devoted to a day of such mindless terror. Liberals either have zero perspective on good and evil or just maybe the decency of the heartland of America is what really pisses them off. They’ve intellectually advanced past all that silly goodness and hokey wholesomeness don’t ya know.
Tatyana:
You are so very right.
I put it down to the feminization of American males these past 40-50 years, and that the Ruling Class seeks to make us sheeplike in our passivity, our endless grieving and “search for closure”. Aghh.
Re: the HuffPo comments, there are always those who do not get the word. Unfortunately one of those is the current president.
Here is a game, what would Obama’s response been to 9/11?
Regrettably we will probably find out.
I was working, and we’d heard about the first plane going in. We figured operational error.The second plane meant we had the war declared against us brought home. It took us maybe 3 or 4 hours to get everyone on the ground. It was very,very tense.
It’s still tense.
I’m so glad that so many Americans have not forgotten the Atrocity of 9/11.
At first I was surprised that liberals blamed America for the attacks. Now I’ve come to terms with the idea that so many Americans are decadent spoiled brats who don’t appreciate their amazing country and amazing heritage.
The internet has given me faith that outside the decadent liberal bubbles are millions of outraged Americans who WILL NOT let the Muslims destroy our wonderful nation.
Thank you, Neo, for giving us freedom-loving people a terrific forum to communicate with each other. And I love to read your posts. You are a very thoughtful and interesting writer.
I’m not surprised the Leftists are Quislings. They always have been.
What HAS surprised me is that they’ve become even more virulently so. Like cornered rats, when their worldview was violently contradicted by a bunch of malevolent mass-murdering religious fanatics who hate women/Jews/gays, they STILL managed to side with their “natural enemies.”
It just goes to show you: the Leftists’ raison d’etre isn’t women’s liberation or gay rights or racial equality. No, it’s the destruction of the West, especially America, because what they REALLY hate is personal liberty.
Freedom. Individual liberty. That’s what the Leftist hates, from the dark pit of his soul. Because what he dreams about is the joy of, as Orwell said, “at last getting his hands on the whip.”
Because what he dreams about is the joy of, as Orwell said, “at last getting his hands on the whip.”
Orwell described the Democrat Party in the US today, now.
Calling the ‘leftists’ or progressives leaves them off the hook and allows us decent Americans to shield ourselves a bit from the actual horror that these are neighbors and co-workers.
But the Dem Party, ALL of them at this point, are exactly this way. They want their hands on the whip, and that is all there is to it.
Beverly,
You’ve said it well. And that perfect synthesis of liberalism and Islamicism can be found in the duplicitous rhetoric of Imam Rauf.
During the Soledad O’Brien interview on Larry King Imam Rauf perfectly equates Muslim “radicals” who want do destroy America with American “radicals” who simply don’t want the Mosque built.
Then he goes on to say that he “understands the sensitivity of the people”.
How bizarre. He “understands the sensitivity” of those Americans whom he calls “radicals”?
One can only assume he also “understands the sensitivity” of those whom he claims are their equals: those Muslim “radicals” who wish to destroy America.
I’ve spent most of the weekend reading various blog posts and comments about 9/11. I’ve barely scratched the surface, and I haven’t commented much.
I just told my own 9/11 story at RightNetworks, my inaugural comment at that site. For good measure, I’ll repost it here.
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I had a rather unusual experience of 9/11.
I had been living by myself in a large apartment for a number of years, and my parents were living in their house, my childhood home. My mom died in March 2001, and so my dad was living by himself. (It didn’t occur to me until much later that, at age 81, it was probably the first time in his life that he had ever lived alone. He went from his parents’ house to the Navy in WWII, then got married almost as soon as the war was over. He was married to my mom for 54 years.)
I knew his health was declining, but I didn’t comprehend just how bad it was. I knew he used oxygen and a walker sometimes, but he had a nurse visit every couple of days and some neighbors who could drive him places. He spent a week in the hospital in early September; I don’t remember what for. I would stop by to visit him in the evenings after work. On Friday, September 7 when I visited, one of the nurses sat me down and explained that they wanted to discharge him on Monday, but they couldn’t send him home alone in his condition. The nurse told me that he had emphysema, chronic back pain, diabetes, and that his feet were starting to go bad. The nurse told me that either I would have to move in to help look after him or that he would need a live-in nurse. That would be very expensive and his insurance didn’t cover it.
I drove home that night in a state of shock. I was feeling a complicated mixture of emotions. I was worried about my dad’s condition, I had zero experience as a caregiver so I was frightened about what I might have to do (prepare his meals? change diapers? what?), and I was also feeling resentment that my comfortable, tranquil, independent life was about to come to a sudden end.
Both of my parents were pack-rats, and I inherited that tendency. I spent all day Saturday at my dad’s house clearing out a bedroom to move in to. I spent all day Sunday packing up my essential stuff and making several trips to move it to my dad’s house. (I would keep the apartment for several more months to store most of my things, moving them little by little as I cleared space.)
On Monday morning I called my boss and explained the situation to him. I took that day off, and also said that I would be a couple of hours late on Tuesday because a visiting nurse and a representative from Meals on Wheels wanted to have a meeting with us. I picked up my dad at the hospital and spent the rest of the day settling in as best I could.
The meeting was scheduled for 8:00 Tuesday morning. We would sit at the dining room table and go over the things each of us would be responsible for. As the two women arrived, my dad, who was up in his den watching TV, called down to me to turn on the TV in the living room. I saw the first tower burning and assumed that it was a tragic accident. But, plane crashes happen and there was nothing I could do about it. The meeting got underway and I left the TV on with the sound turned down. To say it was a surreal scene would be an understatement. I didn’t even think of it as surreal at the time. I was so focused on the situation at hand that the TV was just an annoying background distraction.
To this day I don’t know whether I saw the second plane hit live or on a taped replay. The thing is, my life had already been turned upside down even before the first plane hit.
Vieux Charles,
Thanks for the link to that interview. I had only seen a few clips before. Why is it that we have to do all the bridge crossing? Where is the list of things Muslims have to do to stop the tyranny and terrorism? Why all this whining abouut how Muslims have suffered since 9/11, and why go around the world telling Muslims how mean we are to you?
This guy has captured perfectly the tone of the masochistic kumbaya crowd. His mistake is in thinking that crowd speaks for all of us. And as to his reference to the strip joints, why doesn’t he mention that a lot of young Muslim males are really enraged because they are horny and they have never learned how to deal with women. Start building that bridge on the other side, Rauf.
On Sept 11th i was installing some really nice Oak wainscot panels i’d made going up a stairway in a beautiful house. After listening to the radio all day i knew it was one for the ages. Before the last panel went up i noted it by writing on the back side of te panel with a sharpie…”World Trade Center was attacked today”. I’m the only one who knows it’s there and i think about it every time i ride by that house.
As a retired airline pilot the 9/11 hijackings and subsequent crashes into buildings were very shocking and personal because I had lived with the expectation of being hijacked at some point during my career. (Thankfully, it never happened to me.)
We had standardized procedures, which were to stall for time and cooperate with the hijackers. The idea was to save lives and wear the hijackers down until they could be negotiated with or, in extremis, attacked by SWAT or SOF. None of the procedures in place contemplated that the hijackers would seize control of the aircraft and actually fly them into targets. The first airplane that hit I thought might have been a bizarre mistake, but when the second airplane hit, I knew what had happened and that we were at war.
I kept seeing how easy it was for the hijackers to get into the cockpits and what the carnage there was like as they slaughtered the pilots. And it horrified me! I also recognized that the SOP for dealing with hijackings could not stand and new, tougher procedures must be put in place immediately. It took a while, but things are better now. IMO, still not enough pilots armed, though.
I didn’t personally know any of the airline personnnel, pilots or flight attendants, who died that day, but their loss was a blow to all of us who made our living in the skies. We honor their memory as fallen comrades much as those in the military.
I was also an all weather interceptor pilot at one point in my career. When they launched the fighters to intercept any possible hijacked airliners, I realized what a wrenching decision it would be for those pilots to have to down a passenger aircraft. Fortunately, that did not happen, but the orders had been given.
I knew instinctively when the air traffic system was shut down that the chaos would be incredible. Amazing stories of high stakes decisions that were made by air traffic controllers and air crews that day from Europe all the way to Asia dribbled into news reports. However, it took seven years to research and write the complete story of what unfolded in the skies over the U.S. on 9/11. The research and writing was done by a young airline pilot named Lynn Spencer. Her book, “TOUCHING HISTORY” tells the high-tension, inside story of that day. It’s a book I recommend highly for anyone interested in the history of 9/11.
I spent 21 years in the Navy and flew in Vietnam. I understand what war is like. It is not something anyone should seek. However, when a sovereign nation is attacked, even by non-state terrorists, the nation has a duty to defend itself and all its citizens. Those of us who understand that need to keep reminding our leaders and those who are too blind or foolish to see the danger, that defending ourselves with vigor and victorious intent is our solemn duty. Never forget, never forget!
I’ll be checking out this “RightNetwork”…
I was off-duty and lying bed when my wife called me from her car and told me that hijackers had flown a plane into the WTC. I attributed it to her paranoia and turned on the TV. The second plane had not hit yet so I assumed it was a horrible error. Then the second plane hit. I did not fully gasp what I just saw until Brit Hume stated flatly that a second plane hit the WTC.
BTW I saw one of FOX’s pundits stating how we should negotiate with the Taliban yesterday because they are really apart from Al-Qaeda and reasonable.
Pundits are news programs answer to The Jerry Springer Show.