Yes, thats the name of the memorial that will be constructed at the WTC site, the same memorial that had been criticized to the nines by everyone NOT a moonbat. It's focus was Blame-America, and no wonder that the fundraising efforts at long last came to a screeching halt. The local loons kicked in all they could afford to, no one with any REAL cash wants to be a part of such a travesty for fear their name be associated too closely to it, and you know that when even the sky-falling-America-sucks types want no partr of a thing it must indeed be dreadful.
Governor Pataki is a lame duck who could care less, Mayor Bloomerg can't come out in the open and tell everyone the real reason the Memorial is doomed because he counts on these same loons to stand behind HIS liberal administration and the truth would crush them, and one of the few men alive who could fix this mess has other things on his mind and wouldn't come back.
Or would he? Rudolph Guiliani would have to spend 110% of his time and effort back in the Apple, and while he could get things back on track it would have to be as a private citizen, and dealing with the liberal administrations might very well drive the man to drink.
Whatever. It's going to take a Guiliani, or a Lee Ioccoca type, and to date no one with anything resembling gravitas has offered to help.
Strange too, that there's this ex-President living in NYC, but fixing what ails the WTC Memorial means hard work and who knows if there'd be enough interns to go around.
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Fer sure ya hit the nail on the head with that post...ya know...I had fergotten about Clinton livin in the City...good point..
Given that NYC is the largest moonbat belfrey in the world (not counting the nation of France) that may be the best they can do.
The amazing thing, to me, is the fact that the city of my birth has changed so dramatically since the early 60's. The majority of enlistees going into WWII from this city were the sons of Irish and Italian immigrants from poor to middle class families. My fathers generation, the no-nonsense, balls to the wall, fuck 'em if they can't take a joke generation. Today it's the noisy minority that rules the roost, the lunatic fringe that emerged from the war to find themselves healthier and wealthier than any group of people ever to have lived. While the adults were shouting to bomb Cuba during the missile crisis, these moonbats-in training were learning how poor Fidel was being fucked with, as the seeds of communism began taking root. And that's it in a nutshell. Forget the title of liberal or leftwinger, they're communists through and through, and they do all they can to try and shame the less vocal majority into doing their bidding. From the local neighborhood block organizations, to City Hall itself, they run roughshod over whomever gets in their way to pinko glory.
The core of toughness remains, I know it does. I saw my friends and neighbors and relatives respond to the deadliest attack ever to hit American soil, and plenty of men would still be alive if they hadn't ran towards the danger rather than away.
And there's the diametric in full frontal glory. Weep for the "underprivleged", give away the farm to anyone looking for a handout, but stare death in the face and spit in it's eye.
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