OUTRAGED SPLEEN OF ZION
Open borders. The visa waver program. OBL gloating. Conspiracy freaks laughing.
Most roads lead to Pakistan but hey, they are a good ally in the war on terror. As for the
Saudi's well, their fingerprints are on everything but hey, they too are our good friends and partners.
Have we forgotten...NO! Are we safer? G-d help us all.
Shana Tova precious Spleen.
May the New Year be a safe healthy and happy one for you and yours
Oh yah, as for the Palestinians well
they got promise of statehood while the victims became the victimizers getting their balls squeezed even as
I write.
Post 9-11
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
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For the first time in 6 years I am watching the minute by minute reporting of the beginning of the war on our land. I had never known what was going on as I wandered the water front trying to get to my son's office on 14th street. I was in shock, which I only realized days later. After 13 years in the building across the street from the Trade Center, I couldn't remember where 7th Avenue would be. You couldn't walk up any block for more than a block at a time because everything was blocked off. The second tower had already fallen-so I left the area behind the atrium at 225 Liberty. My employees were already in Jersey City by ferry or had walked away towards midtown. I stayed because I thought I could find my husband who was in the building across the small street from Century 21. If you don't know the area-he was as close as you can get. I was afraid he hadn't left because some of the guys from his office were next door at Windows on the World setting up a trade show.
I had fallen down when the first tower fell because I started to run and the cobble stones are not good for running on-and people were running and banging into each other. Anyway I fell on my knees elbows and hands. I was covered in dust and two people who will go to heaven, picked me up and put me on my feet. The dust cloud came then-and we all got low to the ground to get air. The building screamed before it fell. I thought we were being strafed.
{mrsoc}
It was a beautiful clear day, but very hot and I kept wiping my face-I didn't know that my arm and hand were bleeding and combined with the dust and the sweat I looked like I was dead. (but had bled considerably before dying.)
I kept thinking that people were so rude to look at me as though I was carrying my head under my arm-later when I saw what I looked like I realized why the merchant on 10th street just gave me a bottle of water and wouldn't take the money. I had expected to pay $5.oo for the bottle.
I kept putting one foot in front of the other-hearing my dead father's voice saying "Just keep moving-move with purpose." a military man, my father would have said just that. Don't dawdle don't provide a target-keep moving. So I did.
I made a million mistakes-stopped at open cars to listen to the radios-went down into the subway to see if the trains were running (More proof of being in shock.) Jets kept flying overhead low and loud-I dove for cover every time one came by. Ducked into a printer's shop on Reade Street-the man who owned it said from under his desk-"hide hide." I left there thinking that both he and I were likely gone mad already.
By the time I had reached 13th street I was thinking that there should be some place safe, but where? Anyway I wanted to see if my son was OK even if I couldn't find my husband. I continued in the forwardly fashion, as it were-by the time I came to 7th Avenue for the SECOND time I realized that there weren't 2 7th Avenues to be had and I was wandering aimlessly.
I recognized my son's office building and went into the lobby-the guard backed away from me with his hands out in front of him. I couldn't figure out what his problem was but fuck him I'm here now and he aint gonna stop me.
I got off the elevator and there was a guy standing there who looked at me with complete horror-you'd have thought I had a sword sticking out of my head. He said "Where did you come from?" I was so annoyed at him that I said, "I believe it was hell. Where's my son?" He didn't answer me so I went back towards his office. There were 20 people jammed into my son's office and they were all on phones apparently trying to find me by phone!
Someone screamed and my son turned around and looked at me in absolute disbelief. "How did you get here?" he said. "I walked." "You walked!!??"
His immediate boss (a woman) put her arm around me and walked me to the ladies room. When I looked in the mirror I understood what others had been seeing. My hair was caked with blood and dust. My face and body were uniformly white except for where the blood and sweat had streaked and run. My mascara was dripping down my face-apparently I had been crying. I don't remember. She took hundreds of paper towels and started soaking them in the sinks. She was washing me off to find the bleeding. I didn't feel hurt and I didn't talk or move. I just stood there like a child while she washed me off and finally found the scraped knees, elbows hands and a curious knot on my forehead which wasn't bleeding, but looked awful.
My son was standing there cataloging the
boo boos and he held my shoulders and looked into my eyes as though trying to see if I were actually in there. I think he was considering whether I should be taken to hospital. All I could say to him was, "I can't find dad. I don't know if he got away." Without a word my son went back into his office and recommenced the phone blitz. IT people are all alike. I finally got calm enough to realize that there were relatives who were not in downtown-called my mother in law upstate NY and let her know where I was. My brother in law was phoning his brother's cell over and over for hours and finally reached him and told him where I was. He ran all the way from where ever he was. His sense of direction being better than mine and his brain being more organized. That is what being in two militarys (Irish and American) will do for you. The Irish stint had taught him a thing or two about terrorism. My daughter in law was at the Empire State Building giving an HR class. She arrived an hour later. Finally we were all together and alive.
mrsoc I am speechless
I had to stop there for a minute to make lunch for the spouse. He comes home for lunch now. I have problems going to downtown and that bothers me because I feel I have been chased from NY by muzzie scum.
I don't forgive and I can't forget. In this I am much less Christian than one might think. I want revenge-not justice mind you-revenge. I will never be satisfied until Mecca is a sea of glass and the last death cult bastard is screaming his last horrified scream. (I got yer asymetrical war-fucking-fare-right here.)
As for the dipshits in congress-they too will get theirs and deserving they are. Traitors and cowards.
Oh, and just for good measure Bill Clinton, may you rot and die screaming along with your whore wife and that spawn of yours as well. History demands it.
mrsoc
There is nothing more un biblical than not fighting evil IMO
there was no pacifist Jesus
that is a LIE of Gramscian Churchianity
so
don't worry about not seeming
"so Christian" to me
I'm an old testament righteous anger kind of gal meself
lol
The horror of 6 years ago jerked a lot of heads out of the sand, but what will it take to snap the rest of the West out of their suicidal reverie?
At this rate, what will the world be like in 10 years?
At times like this remember the defense of Malta. 300 years . In the final assault it was 30,000 and 180 large ships, with multiple landings,against 6,600, only 600 of whom were knights of the Order of St. John (a charitable hospital service). Women were taught to use the bow and fight with sword and pikes. The priests and monks actively took part. Children were made into runners and fletchers. Young girls, knowing what would befall them manned the barricades and became canoneers and rained boulders on the attackers. The Turks left with 15,000 dead by their count. .Never to dare attack again the hospital of Malta.
These are some beautiful tributes, Babba Zee.....thank you.
mrsoc, so thankful that you made it through that horror and your family as well.
God Bless the USA!
We will NEVER forget!
Pvt Bin Jammin
As I awoke this morning it hit me as to what the date was. In reflection, it all seems a dream, but in reality it continues to be a nightmare. I remember someone coming into my office saying something was going on in NY city. We all watched as the second plane hit the WTC not really understanding what was happening. And then news came that the Pentagon had been hit. It hit me hard for I knew that my son-in-law was there that morning for a briefing.
As that long day moved forward with the phone to my ear trying to reach my daughter or son-in-law, with no luck, a young soldier walked into my office with tears streaming down his face. After talking to him and trying to get him calmed down, he told me his dad worked in the WTC and he couldn't get hold of anyone. That day was the longest day I've ever spent.
To make a real long story shorter (for the story continues to this day) my son-in-law got out with just a few cuts and bruises and my soldiers father also got out.
Later that day I had several NCOs walk in my office and the question possed to me was: "Top, what does all this mean?" The only thing I could say was that it was the start of a long and hard war. I really didn't think that war would be here, with our own government though!
I can't get the thought of those that didn't make it that day out of my mind. And I can't forget those that have paid the ultimate price in battle, or those that came home with not only injuries, but also to the crap coming from our elected officals.
mrsoc, the pain you and your family went through that day will never be forgotten by some of us. My prayers where with you that day and will forever be with you.
I thank God everyday for the blessings he has bestowed on me, and my family.
If more americans would do the same, we would all be better off.
God Bless America!!
As said above "NEVER FORGET
Babba, as I've many times before:
"Thanks for what you do"
Top
Thank you all for listening. I never put that much of it in words before. Sometime I will relate the rest. But thanks for listening and for your prayers. They both mean a lot.
What a beautiful tribute Babba, and awesome videos. Thank you for posting this.
Kyrie eleison
Good Morning BZ
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