I haven’t had a chance to write much this weekend, with my parents visiting for Mila’s birthday and my CrossFit buddy leaving on deployment. We had a weekend dedicated to him, much to his dismay, and I’m really going to miss him. He keeps me intellectually honest on all things conservative and Christian. Six months seems like a long time.
9/11 passed relatively quietly, though I did see that a man was arrested in Denmark for attempting to blow sh*t up. Steyn’s over there right now–coincidence? Hmmm . . .
9/11. It’s been almost a decade since that morning we all switched on the television and witnessed the impossible. Buildings burning in lower Manhattan, thousands of Americans dying at the office, unaware that we were at war with a primitive zealots more than willing to die for their twisted cause. I can still see those images; I don’t need to see them on tv, though that would be nice, at least once a year. You know, to feel like someone remembered.
Everything changed for me that day, though I did not suffer a personal loss like many did. I lost my ability to drift blithely through life, barely conscious of the larger world and the complexities of global politics. I lost my ability to look away from the unpleasant things in life. I lost my ability to be stupid in that particularly American way. We are prosperous enough to be spectacularly ignorant, though we can ill afford it. I shed that as the towers fell. I was–and still am–exceedingly angry at those who are responsible.
There is a particular strain of hatred that I feel is acceptable in this age. It is wrong to hate based on superficialities like race, gender or religion, but hating those who hate freedom and prosperity is fine by me. Perhaps “hate” is the wrong word, as hatred gives power to the hated, when no power should ever be conferred to cowards. I loathe the coward who kills children and civilians, who uses subterfuge and deception because he cannot win in pitched battle. I loathe the bastards who would silence those who speak the truth while they benefit from the our Hellenistic reverence of debate and free expression. I also despise the cowards who capitulate, the worms who hedge their bets and side with bullies and thugs, hoping to be the last to the ovens. These are the worst of the enemies we face, for they work from within and are nothing but self-serving wretches who care nothing for their fellow man.
Maybe “hatred” is the right word. What I feel seems close to that. This is my land and my way of life that is continually under attack, and I have leaders who either don’t believe in the threat or do not care.
We need to stand firm in the face of oppression, and not let it dictate the actions we take to oppose it.