Friday, September 11, 2009
On the morning of September 11, 2001, four American airliners were hijacked by nineteen men armed with box cutters and knives. Aboard all of the ill fated aircraft, crews told the passengers to remain seated and calm and everything would be hunky dory in no time at all. Two of the planes were flown into the World Trade Center, one into the Pentagon, and the last crashed 80 miles southeast of Pittsburgh when some of the passengers decided NOT to remain calm and await hunky dorianism.
Today is the 8th anniversary of this travesty, and we remember those who were murdered by islamic terrorists. We remember them fondly and with sorrow and with the continuing promise that their deaths would not be vain because they alerted us to the danger and that we will do our level best to take the fight to the enemies who killed them.
Barack Hussein Obama, however, is certainly not the man to take anything even resembling a fight to anyone even resembling an enemy of the state. Such is the hand we've been dealt, but we've been dealt clunkers before and stood fast and made it through the night.
So in honor of those who died on that day let's reinvigorate ourselves and our promises.
Never let the bastards wear you down, never let them see you sweat, and come 2012 when this terrorist disguising himself as a President is long gone we can get back on track to being proud Americans who refuse to take shit from anyone.
As you were.