Saturday, September 11, 2010
... men from the opposite side of the world I never met and wanted nothing to do with had decided that that beautiful day was not mine to live, but mine on which to bow and scrape for mercy [from] the imaginary psychopath ... they worship as a god and on which to mindlessly take orders from their "prophet".... And not just that beautiful day, but the whole of my life.Our "leaders" may have forgotten that we are at war, if they ever really understood that fact, and that war ought to have been won and over with long ago. Nevertheless, those of us who realize what's at stake must continue to fight back in whatever way we can, and that includes living our lives for their own sake to the degree that we can.
Those obscene events, still celebrated by Moslems the world over as "holy," violated all of us, and it is from that violation I think I noticed myself recovering this morning. I realized on a deeper level that while it may be necessary to fight back to continue living, that my cause is holy and untouched. It is my life, it is my spirit, and it is my blue sky.In one sense, we must never forget, but in another sense, we must move on.