>>An Open Letter To Terrorists  >>  >>Well, you hit the World Trade Center, but you missed  >>America. You hit the Pentagon, but you missed America.  >>You used helpless American bodies, to take out other  >>American bodies, but like a poor marksman, you STILL  >>missed America.  >>  >>Why? Because of something you guys will never  >>understand. America isn't about a building or two, not  >>about financial centers, not about military centers,  >>America isn't about a place, America isn't even about  >>a bunch of bodies. America is about an IDEA. An idea,  >>that you can go someplace where you can earn as much  >>as you can figure out how to, live for the most part,  >>like you envisioned living, and pursue happiness. (No  >>guarantees that you'll reach it, but you can sure  >>try!)  >>  >>Go ahead and whine your terrorist whine, and chant  >>your terrorist litany: "If you can not see my point,  >>then feel my pain." This concept is alien to  >>Americans. We live in a country where we don't have to  >>see your point. But you're free to have one. We don't  >>have to listen to your speech. But you're free to say  >>one. Don't know where you got the strange idea that  >>everyone has to agree with you. We don't agree with  >>each other in this country, almost as a matter of  >>pride. We're a collection of guys that don't agree,  >>called States. We united our individual states to  >>protect ourselves from tyranny in the world. Another  >>idea, we made up on the spot. You CAN make it up as  >>you go, when it's your country. If you're free enough.  >>  >>  >>Yeah, we're fat, sloppy, easy-going goofs most of the  >>time. That's an unfortunate image to project to the  >>world, but it comes from feeling free and easy about  >>the world you live in. It's unfortunate too, because  >>people start to forget that when you attack Americans,  >>they tend to fight like a cornered badger. The first  >>we knew of the War of 1812 was when England burned  >>Washington D.C. to the ground. Didn't turn out like  >>England thought it was going to, and it's not going to  >>turn out like you think, either. Sorry, but you're not  >>the first bully on our shores, just the most recent.  >>  >>No Marquis of Queensbury rules for Americans, either.  >>We were the FIRST and so far, the only country in the  >>world to use nuclear weapons in anger. Horrific idea,  >>nowadays? News for you bucko, it was back then too,  >>but we used it anyway. Only had two of them in the  >>whole world and we used them both. Grandpa Jones  >>worked on the Manhattan Project. Told me once, that  >>right up until they threw the switch, the physicists  >>were still arguing over whether the Uranium alone  >>would fission, or whether it would start a fission  >>chain reaction that would eat everything. But they  >>threw the switch anyway, because we had a War to win.  >>Does this tell you something about American Resolve?  >>  >>So who just declared War on us? It would be nice to  >>point to some real estate, like the good old days.  >>Unfortunately, we're probably at war with random  >>camps, in far-flung places - who think they're safe.  >>Just like the Barbary Pirates did, if I recall  >>correctly. Better start sleeping with one eye open.  >>  >>There's a spirit that tends to take over people who  >>come to this country, looking for opportunity, looking  >>for liberty, and looking for freedom. Even if they  >>misuse it. The Marielistas that Castro emptied out of  >>his prisons were overjoyed to find out how much  >>freedom there was. First thing they did when they hit  >>our shores, was run out and buy guns. The ones that  >>didn't end up dead, ended up in prisons. It was a big  >>pain in the ass then (especially in south Florida),  >>but you're only the newest pain in the ass, not the  >>first.  >>  >>You guys seem to be incapable of understanding that we  >>don't live in America, America lives in US! American  >>Spirit is what it's called. And killing a few thousand  >>of us, or a few million of us, won't change it. Most  >>of the time, it's a pretty happy-go-lucky kind of  >>Spirit. Until we're crossed in a cowardly manner, then  >>it becomes an entirely different kind of Spirit.  >>  >>Wait until you see what we do with that Spirit, this  >>time.  >>  >>Sleep tight, if you can. We're coming.   |