Well, following this 9th anniversary of 9/11, I give you an excellent counter video to the “Truthers” out there.(One of my favorite conspiracy theories to watch people get all twisted out of shape about) If you know one of these clowns, sit them down (restraints may be necessary) prop their eyes open, and have them watch this video. It is a bit long (approx. 3 hours) but it does take apart, case by case, the ridiculous notion that 9/11 was an “Inside Job” The sense of humor is right up my alley as well. Snarky. Oh, I will also include the link to the Google video version here, for those that want to see it in it’s full screen glory.
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…or there would be problems from Chairman Maobama and AG Eric “Coward” Holder.
Seems despite much of the medias opinion, the folks in Afghanistan are doing good. There will be fair (as much as possible) open voting. Despite the fact many there dislike the US, they will at least have the right to freely elect their own government. They must be given the chance to succeed or fail on their own. No Taliban thugs. No petty warlords. I am still of the opinion that once many of the people there are given a taste of democracy, they will enjoy it. And hunger for more. If we owe anything to those brave individuals so long ago that gave the US it’s chance at free election and self governance, it is the effort to give that opportunity to all people whom yearn for freedom. If they want to bring in the same thugs, at least they voted them in. The decision was not made by animals with AK-47’s. I know they are protesting the yahoo who was going to burn the koran, but hey, that is what freedom is all about. The right to voice your opinion free of fear. We have given them the means to create self governance. Now they have to grab on and hold tight.
After the Constitutional Convention had finished it’s work in 1787, a woman asked Ben Franklin what kind of government had been decided upon. He replied “A republic, if you can keep it.”
An excellent article by Andrew McCarthy at Nation Review Online. Where is this Islam our government keeps insisting exists? The one standing proud with the US to bring down the extremists? Are they afraid? Or more likely laughing up their sleeves at our bend over backward attempts at appeasement? After all, the actions of our government will make the day when the crescent and star flag fly over the White House that much sooner. Never forget, Islam is a religion of conquest, enslavement and domination. Nothing short of complete victory is enough for them. This is not a new war. It has been going on for a very long time:
Excerpt from Timeline of the Islamic Crusades:
Historical facts say that Islam has been imperialistic—and would still like to be, if only for religious reasons. Muslim propagandists, for example, would like to impose Islamic law around the world.
Historical facts say that Islam, including Muhammad, launched their own Crusades against Christianity long before the European Crusades.
Today, Muslim polemicists and missionaries, who believe that Islam is the best religion in the world, claim that the West has stolen Islamic lands and that the West (alone) is imperialistic; they seem to imply that these lands have existed in the hands of Muslims since time immemorial, perhaps all the way back to Adam and Eve.
One hardline Muslim emailer to me said about the developed West and the undeveloped Islamic countries: “You stole our lands” and then he held his finger on the exclamation key to produce a long string of them. Thus, imperialism, a word that has reached metaphysical levels and that is supposed to stop all debates and answer all questions, explains why Islamic countries have not kept up with the West. The emailer did not look inwardly, as if his own culture and religion may play a role. Instead, it is always the West’s fault.
Westerners—even academics—accept the notion that the West alone was aggressive. It seems that Islam is always innocent and passive. It is difficult to uncover the source of this western self-loathing. It is, however, a pathology that seems to strike Westerners more than other people around the globe. This anti-West pathology shows up in Westerners’ hatred for the European Crusades in the Medieval Age.
It must be admitted that there is much to dislike about the European Crusades. If it is contrasted with the mission and ministry of Jesus and the first generations of Christians, then the Crusades do not look so good. But did the Europeans launch the first Crusade in a mindless and bloodthirsty and irrational way, or were there more pressing reasons? Were they the only ones to be militant? The purpose of this article is not to justify or defend European Crusades, but to explain them, in part—though scholarship can go a long way to defend and justify them.
In this article, the word “crusade” (derived from the Latin word for “cross”) in an Islamic context means a holy war or jihad. It is used as a counterweight to the Muslim accusation that only the Europeans launched crusades. Muslims seem to forget that they had their own, for several centuries before the Europeans launched theirs as a defense against the Islamic expansion.
This partial timeline spans up to the first European response to Islamic imperialism, when Pope Urban II launches his own Crusade in 1095. The timeline mostly stays within the parameters of the Greater Middle East. The data in bold print are of special interest for revealing early Islamic atrocities, their belief in heroism in warfare, or politics today.
The Islamic Crusades were very successful. The Byzantines and Persian Empires had worn themselves out with fighting, so they created a power vacuum. Into this vacuum stormed Islam.
After the timeline, two questions are posed, which are answered at length.
630 Two years before Muhammad’s death of a fever, he launches the Tabuk Crusades, in which he led 30,000 jihadists against the Byzantine Christians. He had heard a report that a huge army had amassed to attack Arabia, but the report turned out to be a false rumor. The Byzantine army never materialized. He turned around and went home, but not before extracting “agreements” from northern tribes. They could enjoy the “privilege” of living under Islamic “protection” (read: not be attacked by Islam), if they paid a tax.
This tax sets the stage for Muhammad’s and the later Caliphs’ policies. If the attacked city or region did not want to convert to Islam, then they paid a jizya tax. If they converted, then they paid a zakat tax. Either way, money flowed back to the Islamic treasury in Arabia or to the local Muslim governor.
632-634 Under the Caliphate of Abu Bakr the Muslim Crusaders reconquer and sometimes conquer for the first time the polytheists of Arabia. These Arab polytheists had to convert to Islam or die. They did not have the choice of remaining in their faith and paying a tax. Islam does not allow for religious freedom.
633 The Muslim Crusaders, led by Khalid al-Walid, a superior but bloodthirsty military commander, whom Muhammad nicknamed the Sword of Allah for his ferocity in battle (Tabari, 8:158 / 1616-17), conquer the city of Ullays along the Euphrates River (in today’s Iraq). Khalid captures and beheads so many that a nearby canal, into which the blood flowed, was called Blood Canal (Tabari 11:24 / 2034-35).
634 At the Battle of Yarmuk in Syria the Muslim Crusaders defeat the Byzantines. Today Osama bin Laden draws inspiration from the defeat, and especially from an anecdote about Khalid al-Walid. In Khalid’s day an unnamed Muslim remarks: “The Romans are so numerous and the Muslims so few.” To this Khalid retorts: “How few are the Romans, and how many the Muslims! Armies become numerous only with victory and few only with defeat, not by the number of men. By God, I would love it . . . if the enemy were twice as many” (Tabari, 11:94 / 2095). Osama bin Laden quotes Khalid and says that his fighters love death more than we in the West love life. This philosophy of death probably comes from a verse like Sura 2:96. Muhammad assesses the Jews: “[Prophet], you are sure to find them [the Jews] clinging to life more eagerly than any other people, even polytheists” (MAS Abdel Haleem, The Qur’an, Oxford UP, 2004; first insertion in brackets is Haleem’s; the second mine).
638 Muslim Crusaders conquer and annex Jerusalem, taking it from the Byzantines.
673-678 Arabs besiege Constantinople, capital of Byzantine Empire
691 Dome of the Rock is completed in Jerusalem, only six decades after Muhammad’s death.
869-883 Revolt of black slaves in Iraq
1094 Byzantine Emperor Alexius Comnenus I asks western Christendom for help against Seljuk invasions of his territory; Seljuks are Muslim Turkish family of eastern origins; see 970.
1095 Pope Urban II preaches first Crusade; they capture Jerusalem in 1099
So it is only after all of the Islamic aggressive invasions that western Christendom launches its first Crusades.
This has been the most controversial 9/11 in my memory. Koran burnings, mosques on sacred ground, a President that seems to be more against his nation than for it… I have decided that while many blogs have taken a more militant stance today, I would ask you if you can recall how this day went for you all those years ago. Hard to believe it has been 9 years already. We have moved a few times, changed jobs, our fortunes have gone up and down, and I got to see my daughter for the first time in 13 years. All this and more has happened as we tried to get on with our lives.
But, things changed forever since that beautiful, awful, glorious morning. We have 2 wars that we are still fighting ( I for one do not believe Iraq is done…and that thought brings me no comfort) a generation of our citizens have learned what service and devotion to duty truly mean. We have watched our way of life , even our way of travel, change completely. We have had a global holy war declared on us by a religion we still barely understand, by fanatics that use tactics even our parents and grandparents, who fought the Japanese, might flinch at the thought of. We have learned to distrust our own people, to watch people born in this greatest of countries turn from us, and help our enemies. We have also found true heroes among us. Not overpaid, pampered sports figures, or Hollywood elite, but everyday people. Police officers and Firefighters. Rushing into a hell on earth that everyone else was fighting to get away from. To them, if no one else, we owe the struggle to make us safe again. This is not a fight that will go away by wishing it, or trying to make nice with the opposing side. I find our enemies, in many ways, to be barely human. Anyone who hates all life that is different than their own so much they are willing to sacrifice their children to destroy it can not be called human.
But, enough of that. I am in danger of going down that militant road today. I want to think back to that day 9 years ago. I was working for a laundry repair company. I had started early, around 6 am, so I had completed my first call for the day in Bradenton, FL. I was coming back across the Sunshine Skyway bridge. For those of you familiar with it, a more glorious view on a clear day is hard to find. I had reached the peak of the bridge heading north into St. Petersburg. Traffic was slowing, but still not bad. The radio was tuned to 970 WFLA, as always, and I was catching up on the news. A typical day in all respects.
Then, a special report came across the radio. A plane had crashed into one of the World Trades Center towers. Wow, I thought, talk about bad piloting, how can you not miss those things ( I had thought it was a small, 4 passenger plane. I was a aviation buff, and assumed it was somebody out for a jaunt in there Cessna had not been paying attention) I called my wife, who worked for a travel company in Brandon, and relayed the news to her. We both wondered how this could happen, and hoped no one was hurt. We did not have much hope for anybody in the plane though. Then the radio broke in with a live report from the scene. A very excited man was all but screaming that no, it was not a small plane, but a multi-engine jet liner. I almost swerved off the road when I heard that. (Not a good idea mind you, I was still 100+ feet over Tampa Bay) The commentator (I keep thinking it was Sam Donaldson, but I am still not sure) asked more questions of the man. Then…well, the man being interviewed started screaming “My God, my God, another plane just hit the second tower!” The commentator said, “You mean another plane hit the same tower?” “NO goddamn it! Another plane hit the second tower!”
There was no doubt in my mind at that point. Perhaps I have a suspicious nature. Perhaps it something to do with military training. But I knew right then I was hearing the opening shots of a war being fired. A war that would not always be fought somewhere far away, but could reach out and strike at our civilian populace. I called my wife back again, and relayed what was happening. She immediately began filling in the people in the office. Her supervisor scrambled to check flight status of these planes and find a TV and began trying to piece together what was happening. I continued on to my next stop of the day. After all, work had to be done. The president was off the ground, and our command structure was intact.
In the meantime the news came in that the Pentagon had been hit. The Pentagon? How could this be happening? Why are we not stopping this? People are turning our aircraft into guided missiles full of citizens and we are not putting a stop to this? Somebody has to do something! What I did not know. I was filling up with a helpless rage by this point. Someone needed to pay for this. Nobody does this to my country and gets away with it!
At my next stop, an easy repair, as I was getting back into my van, I turned on the radio and heard a flight had gone down in farm country in PA. PA? What would be important there? Then, as I began to draw a mental map of the states, it hit me. My God, they were after the White House or the Capitol Building now! What kind of enemy hijacks commercial planes and uses them as attack craft against out business centers and seats of power? I was getting fairly numb by this point. My next stop was just across the street. A retirement center. They had a day room and a TV that was always on. Maybe I could see some images , and make sense of it all. I called my wife again and gave her the latest news. She informed her office. I guess I had become the reporter for all of them by this point.
I went into the day room, and as always, the TV was on and blaring (many of the residents were hard of hearing, but did not always wear there hearing aids. Something I now understand about) I sat down with those folks, and the reports came in. Not much news now, just rehashing what was already known. By this point all of the staff from the home had gathered in the room to watch. Some of the employees could not speak English, and the girl at the front desk was translating the reports. We were all breathing a sigh of relief. People were getting out of the building, and while there was loss of life among the office workers (not much on the passengers on the flights. But there was not much hope for them, considering what were seeing now) good old American engineering had triumphed. Despite the impact of a jet liner, the buildings stood strong.
When the first tower collapsed…I started crying. No shame there. How could you not? I remember a little old lady sitting next to me, holding my hand and weeping for all she was worth. She told me between sobs she had been a college Freshman when Pearl Harbor had happened, and had not felt this level of pain and heartache since. Now I know how my grandfather had felt. What he had gone through that cold December day 60 years before. We were under attack. We were having another Day of Infamy. We are at war. The likes of which has not been seen before. An enemy that will stop at nothing to see us submit or be destroyed. There opening salvo proved that. By the time the second tower fell, I was numb. No reaction. I called my manager and told him I was going home. “Why?” he wondered. “Turn the damn TV on!”I shouted at him. There was silence, some swearing, then, ‘Yeah, go on home. I am gonna close up the office here. We all need to be with our families.”
I called my wife, told her I was heading home. She told me the owner of the company had not decided to close up shop yet. There were people caught between flights, on there way to and from cruises, that needed some guidance. She spent the balance of the day they were open trying to settle in for who knows how long. I am sure not much was getting done. Everyone was in a state of shock by that point. Reports were coming in about possible loss of life. Planes were grounded all over. People were scared, nervous, angry. There were false alarms everywhere. One in particular my wife and I can now laugh about. A few days after the attack, a small, brown skinned man walked up to a lady who worked in the same office as my wife (the lady was out on a smoke break) and asked in heavily accented English, “Is this the tallest building in Brandon?” The woman panicked, ran back inside screaming “The Mooselims are attacking! They are going to blow up the building!” The entire building was evacuated, all 11 stories. Eventually it was decided it was a false alarm, and everyone went back in to work. Everyone had forgotten that the license bureau was across the street, and people giving directions to the bureau ended it by saying “It is across the street from the tallest building in Brandon, you can’t miss it!”
Well, here we are 9 years later. The world has changed forever, and not for the better. Many people have forgotten exactly what happened, and why. The Blame America First crowd has become very vocal, and in my opinion, placed a man in the White House who stands for everything they believe in. Apology, subservience, defeat. But that is now. 9 years ago, we were attacked, and for one brief moment, we were pulled together. We lived those famous words. “United We Stand, Divided We Fall” We were a nation burned by grief, but welded together by anger and brotherhood. Those days are gone, unfortunately. I would not wish another attack, but I do miss the days we were one nation. Indivisible.
Hooah. This lady gets it. Thanks Cassandra.
And a repost of the wonderful video included at the end of Cassandra’s words. This is what it is all about.
We may all be needing this sooner than we think…
It translates, I will not submit/I will not surrender.
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