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Obama Got His 3 a.m. Call. He Decided To Sleep Through It.

Sometimes one can’t improve by commenting so- Res ipsa loquitur

Dead U.S. Ambassador dragged through the streets, Obama heads for Vegas

Click if you’re a voyeur. Filthy animals, shooting’s too good for them.

 

Go get ’em Mitt! I like how he wouldn’t let the press weasels (but I repeat myself) make him back down, because, dammit, he’s right.

The One just on TV. Weak. Shifty eyes. I hope he’s realizing he’s toast.

Peggy Noonan follows on FNC.  Describes Obama and Clinton as distancing themselves, “shying away from the higher meaning” of this event. Honey, they realize that with the death of our ambassador their political careers went up in smoke! Then she goes on to say, “I was thinking as he spoke, I think I belong to the old school of thinking- that in times of great drama and heightened crisis and in times when something violent has happened to your people, I always think that discretion is the better way to go. When you step forward in the midst of a political enviroment and start giving statements on something dramatic and violent that has happened, you’re always leaving yourself open to accusations that you are trying to exploit things politically. I don’t think Mr. Romney has been doing himself any favors…”

Romney’s statement–

I’m outraged by the attacks on American diplomatic missions in Libya and Egypt and by the death of an American consulate worker in Benghazi.

It’s disgraceful that the Obama Administration’s first response was not to condemn attacks on our diplomatic missions, but to sympathize with those who waged the attacks.

Sounds like speaking truth to power to me. Ms. Noonan, you are such a hack.

 

via Glenn: Now recognizable in any language.

Twitchy posts deleted Embassy tweets.

(Reuters) – The U.S. ambassador to Libya and three other embassy staff were killed in a rocket attack on their car, a Libyan official said, as they were rushed from a consular building stormed by militants denouncing a U.S.-made film insulting the Prophet Mohammad.

Nothing to see here. Move along.

“The Embassy of the United States in Cairo condemns the continuing efforts by misguided individuals to hurt the religious feelings of Muslims â?? as we condemn efforts to offend believers of all religions. Today, the 11th anniversary of the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks on the United States, Americans are honoring our patriots and those who serve our nation as the fitting response to the enemies of democracy. Respect for religious beliefs is a cornerstone of American democracy. We firmly reject the actions by those who abuse the universal right of free speech to hurt the religious beliefs of other”

Got their widdle feelings hurt. People died.

 The Americans were targeted in an attack in their car, trying to move to a safer venue away from the violent protests that erupted at the U.S. Consulate, Reuters reported. Stevens died of suffocation, while the three other personnel were killed by gunshot wounds, CBS News reports.

When’s the NFL on again? Who is ‘Bama playing this weekend?

U.S. Embassy in Egypt is attacked, flag pulled down and ripped up, Al-Quaeda flag hoisted. Embassy apologizes for free speech hurting Muslim feelings.

The Lightbringer appears with “Pimp With A Limp”.

U. S. Consulate attacked in Libya; Ambassador and others killed.

The One announces Letterman visit.

Netanyahu begs White House for a meeting, is told to ‘wait’.

Is anyone seeing a pattern here? Does anyone even care? Part of me wants to rant and rave, but the biggest part of me is just quietly disgusted and ashamed. We have fallen so far, and as near as I can tell, the vast majority of folks in this misbegotten country think no more of a Presidential election and what it truly means than they think of an episode of ‘American Idol’.

Hope you’re happy when the thugs in jackboots and the fanatics with Korans come for you; it’s a dead heat as to which will get you first.

I spit on every one of you that helped elect this pathetic fool we call the President.

President LightBringer aids Egypt as it tries to buy German U-boats. Just who exactly does he think they are going to use them against? Iran? Saudi?

 

 

Sarah Hoyt

Then there are the people of flight 93.  I know a lot of you aren’t believers, and my deepest beliefs are none of your business,  but like many writers I end up thinking of G-d as an author.  Impossible not to, of course, since it’s the mind set I know best.  (Though standing in the middle of the yard, looking up at the sky and going “Does THAT sound like a good plot development?  Seriously?  Why don’t you join a workshop already?” tends to baffle the neighbors.)

And as an author to an Author I have to admire the plotting touch, where the three burly and brave guys who spearheaded the fight back in flight 93 were a born again man, a Jewish man, and a gay man.  Can you imagine any group designed to give more heart burn to the enemies that brought down the towers and who tried to use flight 93 as a weapon?

I can’t either.  But, more importantly, I can’t imagine any other culture, any other country, any other place where those three would have banded together, immediately – instinctively – putting aside any perceived differences, thinking only of trying to save the defenseless, laying down their lives for others.

Their lives were forfeit, but they died free men.  They died heroes.  More importantly, they died Americans.

Surely a nation that produces such men will not perish from this Earth.

We will not go quietly into that good night.

We’re the land of the free and the home of the brave.  And we will stand.

The Diplomad

A few months after the September 11 attack, I held a senior position at a certain embassy in an unnamed country. I was visited in my office by some folks from agencies that have no name. They described for me an operation they wanted to undertake in the country to grab a senior Al Qaeda terrorist who would be transiting. They wanted to take him as he exited his hotel and was heading for the airport. I had no problem with the operation, and told them I would be willing to run interference with the local government and take any diplomatic heat that might result if things went off the rails. They thanked me and then told me that they actually needed more than that; they needed my help to secure assistance from  the local service. They wanted the locals to provide some muscle and vehicles, and to protect the safe house where our guest would be until suitable transport arrived to remove him from our jurisdiction. I said, “OK, I will go see the Prime Minister. He’s a good friend.”

I called the PM and asked to see him right away on a matter of “great importance.” He was at his home meeting his senior adviser on an economics speech he was to give the next day; he asked me to come by. My driver took me to the PM’s residence, and over tea at 2 am, sitting out on the veranda and caressed by the balmy ocean breeze, I laid out the proposal to him and his advisor. The PM, a highly educated and pro-American gentleman, nodded slowly and looked at his advisor, also a highly educated and pro-US gent, who nodded back. The PM said, “I respect President Bush. If this is important to him, to the US, and to the war on terror then, OK. I will tell [the head of the local service] to provide you anything you need. If you tell me this a very bad man, I believe you. We don’t want this type of person here. Take him.”

Gates of Vienna

 I’m writing these words in the wee hours of Tuesday, September 11th, 2012.

The same date eleven years ago was also a Tuesday, and the two days look to be similar in other respects. According to the weather forecast, today will be bright and sunny, with low humidity and a high in the mid-70s. New York City will be a couple of degrees cooler.

So the day appears to be a carbon copy of September 11, 2001. Except, of course, that the people who live west of the Hudson River won’t see the twin towers of the World Trade Center silhouetted against the sunrise when they wake up a few hours from now.

After eleven years I still remember exactly what I was doing that morning, and how the day unfolded. I expect most Americans who were ten or older at the time can say the same — just as we geezers have held on to our memories of November 22 1963 with such clarity for almost five decades.

That makes two such grim days within my own lifetime. How many more will there be before I shuffle off to that great keyboard in the sky?

My uncle will turn ninety in a few weeks. Over the curse of his adult life he’s seen Pearl Harbor, D-Day, V-E Day, V-J Day, the Kennedy assassination, the moon landing, and 9-11. That’s an awful lot of portent to pack into a single lifetime.

Almost half of those memorable days were happy occasions. Me, I’ve got the moon landing — and that may be the best I get, given current trends in public affairs.

 Gerard van der Leun

Saw the first tower collapse from the Promenade across the river in Brooklyn. Fine white and pale yellow ash everywhere. Lower Manhattan covered in smoke with ash still drifting down.

Military jets overhead every five minutes or so.

Lower span of Brooklyn Bridge jammed with people walking out of the city, many covered with white ash. Ghosts. The Living Dead. BQE empty except for convoys of emergency vehicles.

Sirens in all directions. Ferry ships emerging from the smoke heading to the Brooklyn shore riding low in the water fully loaded.

This is monstrous.

Deaths in the thousands in New York.

My body is trembling with sorrow and rage. I saw the first tower fall. Everyone in it would have been killed. This, all this, must be stopped. Those who have done this must be wiped out to the last.

War with whom?
Any and all terrorist organizations, foreign or domestic, must now be brought to a swift and complete halt no matter where they are located.

I watched this happen. The enormity of it cannot be communicated. Vile and bestial.

We need to destroy any and all capacity of anyone living anywhere to do anything like this ever again. There were thousands in those buildings. Thousands.

There is no justice swift enough or sure enough.

All that we have must be brought forward and used without restraint. This is an act of war beyond Pearl Harbor.

Military jets overhead again.

More ash on the street. I am cooled down. Way down.

This is pure evil.

 The Jawa Report

Never Forgive. Never Forget.

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 From on High

Classical Values

Today is a beautiful day. Beautiful enough to double the poignancy of the memory of what happened 11 years ago on what had begun as a beautiful day.

I will never forget my New York brother in law (who witnessed the 9/11 attack) said when I finally talked to him.

“It was a really nice day.”

Blackfive

Today is about bravery. Sacrifice. Loss. Valor. Uncommon Courage. Today is a number of people finding something about themselves they never knew or rediscovered. Today is about facing pure evil…experiencing in a way that was not broadcast or sugar coated.

All who are touched with thoughts of conspiracy, distrust, misdirection etc frankly need to stow that for 24 hours.

Today is about thoughts of people whose only crime was going to work, or flying on an airplane. And those who responded to the clarion call to help. And for the families of fallen and lost.

It was America’s darkest day….and Her finest hour.

WTF Art History

 

Lastly, please visit here– be patient, it’s getting hammered today, but watch- remember- and never forget.

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via Insty:

Forgetfulness occurs when those who have been long inured to civilized order can no longer remember a time in which they had to wonder whether their crops would grow to maturity without being stolen or their children sold into slavery by a victorious foe.
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They forget that in time of danger, in the face of the Enemy, they must trust and confide in each other, or perish.

They forget, in short, that there has ever been a category of human experience called the Enemy. And that, before 9/11, was what had happened to us. The very concept of the Enemy had been banished from our moral and political vocabulary. An enemy was just a friend we hadn’t done enough for — yet. Or perhaps there had been a misunderstanding, or an oversight on our part — something that we could correct. And this means that that our first task is that we must try to grasp what the concept of the Enemy really means.

The Enemy is someone who is willing to die in order to kill you. And while it is true that the Enemy always hates us for a reason — it is his reason, and not ours.

Lee Harris-  Civilization And Its Enemies.

Never forgive. Never forget.

G. K. Chesterton was a great man, who was not particularly renowned in his own era but as time has marched on he has made more and more sense:

When the business man rebukes the idealism of his office-boy, it is commonly in some such speech as this: “Ah, yes, when one is young, one has these ideals in the abstract and these castles in the air; but in middle age they all break up like clouds, and one comes down to a belief in practical politics, to using the machinery one has and getting on with the world as it is.” Thus, at least, venerable and philanthropic old men now in their honoured graves used to talk to me when I was a boy. But since then I have grown up and have discovered that these philanthropic old men were telling lies. What has really happened is exactly the opposite of what they said would happen. They said that I should lose my ideals and begin to believe in the methods of practical politicians. Now, I have not lost my ideals in the least; my faith in fundamentals is exactly what it always was. What I have lost is my old childlike faith in practical politics. I am still as much concerned as ever about the Battle of Armageddon; but I am not so much concerned about the General Election. As a babe I leapt up on my mother’s knee at the mere mention of it. No; the vision is always solid and reliable. The vision is always a fact. It is the reality that is often a fraud. As much as I ever did, more than I ever did, I believe in Liberalism. But there was a rosy time of innocence when I believed in Liberals.

Yeah, I used to believe in them too. And I still am a Liberal in the classical sense of the word, but I have nothing in common with the leftard radicals who style themselves liberals progressives today. Nothing.

You could do a lot worse than going back and reading the man’s writings. Google is your friend 🙂

Sometimes the punishment fits the crime. From The Truth About Guns:

Man rapes woman in Turkey. Man continues to harass her afterwards. Woman fights back.

“She took a gun and shot him ten times, several times in his private parts, before cutting off his head and hurling it into the village square…. When police arrested her near to the severed head she said; ‘That is the head of one who toyed with my honour.’”

Looks like Allah made Turks, but Zigana made them equal.

Plus the chance for recidivism is exactly zero. You go, grrl!