Oh dear! Yet another dreary ‘Bin Laden Communiqué’ has popped up. We need not waste our time commenting on such deranged pap, except to notice that much of the transcript would pass unnoticed in any pot boiler Democrat Party speech. Our enemies overseas and our enemies at home agree on all essentials.
But there is one minor problem. Bin Laden is dead. He was blown to camel chow 4 years ago in an Afghan cave. There is not enough left of the creep to fit into a teaspoon. The only evidence that the fellow is alive comes from the CIA. I rest my case.
The maudlin ‘remembrances’ of 9/11 have begun. It seems every blogger whether or not blessed with a modicum of writing skill has to contribute his few bytes worth of commentary. When oh when will such things no longer be necessary? How many years after Pearl Harbor did we recall it with weepy eyes and sorrowful countenances?
The only proper way to recall such an event as 9/11 is to parade in cages the captured rulers of those nations who made war against us. We could drag these cages through the streets of our major cities and laugh at these once haughty killers.
Then we would hang them by the neck.
Imagine for a moment that General Petraeus is sitting on top on a Humvee as it slowly makes its way down Pennsylvania Avenue. The Humvee is dragging several cages, two of which contain Bashir Assad and Amedinejad—oh, and what the Hell, let’s toss in Kofi Anan as well. We laugh at our war captives.
Then we would hang them by the neck.
The Romans knew a thing or two about celebrating. After a victory—and they had quite a few—they would hold a Triumph. The commanding general would star in a multi-day parade around Rome. There would be a long line of chariots filled with the results of victory: captured armor, objects of gold and silver and such spoils. Lastly would come the defeated kings and generals of those nations jackass stupid enough to challenge Roman power.
Works for me.
File this under the category ‘And I thought I was tough!’
Two weeks after Doris Anderson disappeared while on a hunting trip with her husband, the 76-year-old lay next to a creek surrounded by thick brush, alone and with no food or supplies.
The senior citizen—and a woman at that!—by herself survived something that would challenge any Green Beret. Truly there is more at work in our human nature than we know. We as a species are far stronger and more resilient than any scientific study or government bureaucracy can possibly know.
Such survival stories pop up every few months. One I recall from my days hanging around South America went something like this. A small plane crashed in the Amazon basin of Brazil. The only survivors were a teenage boy and a nine year old girl. The only food they had was a canned ham. They walked out and into the nearest village after 11 days spent alone in those God forsaken jungles.
Oh…did I mention that the lass had a broken arm?
I have been to those jungles, ladies and gentlemen. No reasonable man would ever attempt what those kids achieved.
At least without a bottle or two of Whiskey.
(Update: I should have guessed this one, from Barnett Rubin. At any rate I am all for it.)
Today I received a message from a friend who has excellent connections in Washington and whose information has often been prescient. According to this report, as in 2002, the rollout will start after Labor Day, with a big kickoff on September 11.
Rubin is writing about the US bombing Iran.
Now that, dear readers, is how we should celebrate 9/11.