As I stroll through Blog World, I notice that today is a day for memories. Today is the day to tell the world about the things you were doing five years ago.
This action of remembering is -- I'm guessing -- cathartic. It helps folks wrap their minds around a concept that shook their very world-view.
I can understand this, and I can approve of this.
My worldview didn't change any, so I doubt that me telling you that I was driving to Austin that day is going to do either one of us any good.
What I'd like to ruminate upon, is not what I was doing five years ago, but rather, what the United States was doing.
America was locked in political bi-partisan bickering. The Main Stream Media didn't believe that George W. Bush was legally President of this nation, nor that he deserved a seat in the Oval Office.
Congress was mired in mud-slinging and back-stabbing.
We were negotiating with radical fundamentalist states; the Taliban was routinely hanging women in soccer stadiums for showing ankle, or being out after dark without an escort, while simultaneously ignoring two United Nations Resolutions to cease supporting terrorism and to extradite Osama bin Laden; Saddam Hussein was gassing Kurds, massacring his own population and cocking the snook at the United Nations and its 14 -- FOURTEEN -- resolutions to Stop Doing That; Osama bin Muhammad bin Awad bin Laden and Ayman al Zawahiri hauled off and signed a fatwa in the name of the World Islamic Front for Jihad Against Jews and Crusaders commanding The Faithful to kill Americans where ever they be found -- and we decided they just needed to be understood.
Any jihadist who wanted to take a crack at America had to settle for blowing up our unsuspecting USN ships; blowing-up our embassies or murdering our citizens a few at a time.
Then came Sept 11, 2001. Islamic terrorists hi-jacked four airplanes, and flew three of them into the World Trade Centre and the Pentagon. Islamic terrorists managed to murder three thousand-odd people at one fell swoop.
Jihadists finally got a chance to die on American soil that day, and the results were better than anything they could have dreamed of; better than anything their leaders could have dreamed of.
We came together as a nation that day. We supported our leaders and we pledged to avenge that act of wanton murder, and to insure that those people who could conceive of such a plan would be wiped from the face of the Earth.
We went into Afghanistan and started killing Taliban, until they ran and hid.
We entered Iraq, and dug the one of the most powerful and prestigious Islamic leaders out of a filthy hole in the ground, occupied a central location in the Islamic world, and then gave every two-bit would-be jihadist a place to go and die -- far from the shores of America and her civilians.
Five years later:
America is locked in bi-partisan bickering. The Main Stream Media is actively opposing anything the President does to fight terror, up to and including distortions and out-right in-your-teeth fabrications -- complete with photo-shopped evidence to back up their lies.
Congress is mired in mud-slinging and back-stabbing.
We're negotiating with Iran, Hamas and Hezbollah; who are both cocking the famous snook at United Nations resolutions while simultaneously demanding that Israel follow U.N. resolutions; and (American) intellectuals/Media are demanding that we stop killing critters who have Evil Intentions toward us, and instead, to solve our differences without bloodshed.
They want us to stop killing terrorists in Iraq and Afghanistan, never mind the fact that if jihadists don't have an Iraq or an Afghanistan to go to die in, they'll come to the U.S. to die instead -- as they did on 9/11/2001.
In other words: The More Things Change, The More They Stay The Same.
I hate to think that the deaths of those three thousand-odd people was in vain, but I have the awful feeling that in a year or so, the deaths of all three thousand innocent men, women and children will have been for naught.