Just Turn Away

I'm starting now realize that many of you faithful readers expected a nice, drawn out tribute to those fallen on September 11, 2001. With no intention to disappoint, it just completely slipped my mind that this would be place to come for patriotic fuel. I'm heartily sorry. I suppose I could say a few words, offer a passage in remembrance, but first I'd like to comment on something I noticed. As I was surfing around the internet, stumbling from blog to blog (most of which were my friend's live journals), I came upon a message that asked for a typed moment of silence. I began reading and was struck by the sheer stupidity.

"Let me start off this post by saying that we should stop for a moment of silence and remember the fallen heroes of 9/11. Ok, well, now onto what I did today."

It's hard to accurately portray a moment of silence in typeface. Perhaps it's just my lack of imagination, or my reasoning logic, but it's just not happening. If one was to attempt a moment of printed silence, it would make sense to either create a space large enough for silence to fit, or just not try at all. Personally, I opt for the latter of the choices. But what do I know.

I can assume that I may have let some of you more observant and diligent readers down, and again I issue my sincerest apologies. However, no matter how strong words may be, and though they have a natural tendency of being overused, 9/11 warrants no words. What words that haven't already been said could possibly do any justice to the sacrifice that nearly 3,000 made that morning? Words simply don't have the clout, nor the memory to serve. I could, of course, splatter the page with images such as 'The Hudson was still, calm, flowing with a serenity too soon to be destroyed in a fateful, heart wrenching moment, but our heroes would rise!’ Not only is that abhorrently cliché, it's too obvious. It's overused and overemphasized that these people stood up to the face of evil and spit in it's eye. Yeah, we know all about that. But what's not mentioned is that fact that these people knew full well that they could be leaving the sanctity of the average, dependable lifestyle crushed beneath the base of the North Tower. What's not mentioned is the fact that newborns were waking, staring with bewildered eyes at the horror below, as their fathers lost their inhibition, their clay-feet, and gained a courage that's yet to be rivaled. It's a courage that escapes everyday life. I certainly don't see it when I wake up in the morning. I don't see it when I go to school. I don't see it when people are being shot for their loose change. What we lack in courage we more than make up for in ignorance. It's a dying shame. Literally. I'd like to think that if I was faced with the daunting task of saving a person who might already be dead, I wouldn't stop and consider the consequences. Courage isn't for the thinking man. I'd like to think that I'd be willing to lose the breath in my lungs if the moment should call for it. Courage isn't for the clinging man. I'd like to think that my neighbors, my brothers, would do the same for me. Courage isn't for the vengefully blind. However much I might be plagued by wishful thinking, I can only pray that I have the courage to act, the courage to let go, the courage to forget. It's a shame, but that sense of national camaraderie, that sense of 'I know you got my back' isn't there. It can't be blamed on Bush, or the war in Iraq, but it can be blamed on ourselves. Our national short term memory isn't something we check at the door. Are we so gutless, so hopeless as a nation of Americans to assume that what happened on September 11th was our fault. If courage is blaming your nation for the loss of Her people, then leave this site. Please, drag your cursor to the 'x' atop the screen - and leave. You're not wanted. You're not needed.

We're a nation existing in the most difficult and crucial decade of her history. That bears no repeating. We've seen battleships blasted, skyscrapers plummet, and rogue nations collapse. We've Americans unite, we've seen Americans separate, we've seen Americans killed. We've seen courage of the highest degree. We've seen cowardice of the lowest. It's been four years. More has changed the scope of humanity in these past four years that any of us will ever comprehend. Perhaps our children will understand this when it's written in the books, portrayed with color photographs, and littered with unfamiliar names like Rumsfeld, Uday, Qusay, and Usama. Perhaps with a blind eye towards the paths of history, our children will fall into the same traps, acquire the same politically correct blindness that every civilized American should acquire. For the sake of the world, I hope to God this doesn't happen.

We've been infected by the left for far too long. We're been trashed and slammed and destroyed, but not by our guerilla, cave-dwelling enemies. We're being annihilated by an unbridled assault on the American way of life. Yes, friends, the American way of life is one of family values. It's one of logical, conservative, and parental guidance. In this new wave of liberal terror, we're seeing the family system being destroyed. We're seeing anything related to Christianity portrayed as ignorant and belonging to the race of even more ignorant white men. We're seeing children given condoms in the seventh grade and told to have 'safe' sex. America, this is not courage. It's not valiant to sit in terror (because you don't want to be guilty of racial profiling) as a group of 13 Syrian 'musicians' behave a little more than conspicuously on an airplane. Since when has simple logic been replaced by the completely idiotic. Friends, if we're to have any hope of surviving, as a nation and a globe, this liberal threat has to be crushed. It's the not the fault of "foreign policy" that our borders were breached and 3,000 Americans were killed. It's the fault of radical Islamic wackos who find themselves peeved at the Saudi's for American relations. How dare you blame me (as I consider myself an American) for the slaughter of innocent civilians. I'm not the one parading in the streets and assaulting police officers outside of the RNC. I'm not the one endorsing the deaths of millions of unborn children every year. I'm not the one who wants to send our troops up Hell's Creek without a paddle, or a hope of victory. If there's anyone to be blamed for the sorry state of our society, it's you. It's American liberalism.

As horrible as 9/11 proved to be, we're facing more pressing issues on the home front. Terror can be contained. It's being proven more and more every day. The War on Terror is won with containment. The War on Liberalism is won by total domination. Unfortunately for us, we're alone in this principle. The liberal threat is much more serious than any person assumes. We're catering to the minority, sadly. We're feeding them with silver spoons because any sign of conservative defiance will be shot by lawsuits, accusations of bigotry, and supposed violations of human rights. If you've heard of a larger crock than this, please inform me. I'll be more than willing to change my position. Until that happens (which it never will), liberalism in this nation poses a much more serious threat than insurgents in Najaf. Let's look at Detroit. The family situation among the major demographic in Detroit (I won't dare say what it is) is in shambles. The death rates are rivaled by those in Fallujah, yet our Senator refuses to do anything about it. Sir, with all due respect, the last thing I want to hear is your clouded opinion on the efforts in Fallujah. Look at the largest city in your state, sir. Have you made any effort to restore a familial lifestyle in the inner cities, to limit the rates of childhood murders? I didn't think so. Until I see you gear up and join our men in Iraq, keep your mouth shut. Until I can walk the streets in Detroit and not fear for my life, keep your mouth shut. It's people like you, Senator Levin, that are single-handedly tearing apart our values limb from limb. Again, this is the most difficult decade our country will face. It's not going to get any easier.

Courage is something wholly lacking on the liberal front. It’s anything but courageous to label conservatives as money grubbing fiends. It’s just easy for liberals to say it. With an absence of logic, and a flare for the totally unrealistic, liberals are sweeping the nation in a rabid frenzy. Somehow they think that socialism works. Somehow the dragging, sagging, droopy economies of socialist Western Europe appeal to them. It just makes no sense. They cry for general health care, but fail to understand that if it’s handed out, it just isn’t the best. Individual cases have waited upwards of four months for cancer treatment, and when finally examined by a doctor, their cases were too bad off to treat. That, in a nutshell, is socialized medicine. But hey, if poor coverage and long lines are what you’re after, then you’ve found your niche. Liberals cry for social equality but scream when a Christian openly prays in school. They applaud a Muslim for honoring Mohammed. Equality in it’s finest. They support the ACLU, who picks fights with feeble family based conservatives, and who’ve made the fatal mistake of stepping on the wrong liberal toes. They blame President Bush for allowing September 11th to take place, but ignore the fact that Bill Clinton had upwards of five glorious opportunities to capture him. Ten years and 3,000 plus deaths later, here we are. Still hunting Usuma. Still fighting Liberalism.

I don’t write this message with the hopes of persuading any of you to the right. I would be just as pleased know that any words I may have said will prepare you for what we, as a nation, are about to encounter. Say goodbye to the age of expected heroics, of promoted common sense, and a nation-wide respect for the namesake of America. Those days have long been forgotten. Yes, friends, the years to come will certainly not be easy, but with some effort, and our uncommon courage, it can be managed. We have won this war on terror, and though American lives will be lost to maintain our victory, it’s impossible to say that it isn’t worth it. The few brave men that feel it’s their duty to let me sleep and wake with freedom won’t have any of that. They know what has to be done, and thankfully for us, they’re willing. These people are products of a courage that’s being slandered by liberals in America. “It’s unjust to attack these poor radicals, it’s our foreign policy to be blamed.” Tell that to that man who was blown apart so that you could live to badmouth him. Yes, courage is something to be applauded, if anything for it’s rarity.

It’s been three years since September 11, 2001.

Are we three years stronger, or three years dead.

Depends on who you ask.

But courage knows no weakness.

Dear Reader,

I have officially overdosed on my perscription of Sonnet. You'll be pleased to know that I've turned my focus away from petty, melodramatic rhymes, and made an about face to the more serious issues that we face. No, by serious issues I don't mean homecoming dresses and dinner reservations. I said issues, not hot air (but for hot air, please direct your attention to www.JohnKerry.com). I take this role seriously. It's important to me that people I come across don't act as ignorant loudmouths. If we should happen to have conflicting viewpoints, I would hope that the consitency of your argument be thicker than petty one-liners; e.g. "Bush sucks ass!" However, if you're intelligent enough to read this blog, then I trust you have some self-respect and decency. Although, to withhold credit where credit should be withheld, I've been completely unimpressed by political debating skills I've encountered. With obviously little knowledge of the Clinton administration, my liberal comrades continue to blame Bush for the outsourcing of jobs. In fact, with they way they speak, you'd almost assume that the President was filling out pink slips in the oval office. However, irony never seems to escape the liberal methods. The Heinz corporation, which needs no further explanation, operates 80% of their entire business from overseas. That's a rather large number considering the strongminded John Kerry and his position on bringing jobs back to America. However, I'm sure that once he's elected he'll apply some pressure on his wife to import Heinz Corp. back within our borders. Right. As a matter of fact, Frm. President Clinton, who was responsible for the largest swing of job exportation in recent history has been the privileged recipient of a blind eye on behalf of liberals. But until Old Bill can convince American workers to accept less pay and longer hours, getting jobs back in America isn't a simple task. John Kerry hasn't exactly made himself clear on his means of bringing jobs back in the country, but I'm sure that people will take his word for it, regardless. It's too bad we're such a trust-giving bunch.

Well, as I plan to continue my venture down the political mindset of the average liberal American, I must do so on a later date. This blog entry merely serves as a jump start back into the political world, and away from the poetic. Although more sonnets will likely come, don't expect them before November 2nd.

I've got a country to save.

Sonnet 17

When night would fall I'd call to Heaven, deep
Within a prayer, for some sort of love
To rescue me, to save my life, to keep
Me high in spirits if as though a dove
From God's sweet hand was sent to ease my mind.
If dreams were candid portraits of my soul,
Then hung upon the wall, unique in kind,
Would rest my tapestry before the whole
Of humankind. But God had sent not light
In forms of doves or cryptic signs of truth,
But you - angelic, beautiful, are right
For all of Heaven's glory in your youth
Had blessed me with an angel on this earth -
An angel now to lead my soul's rebirth.

Sonnet 18

If but a memory could serve you well,
I'd shrink, with timid eyes, into the past
That once before you graced, but now a shell
Of present, loveless, hopeless times are cast
With lonely, tepid dreams into my head.
If but a memory could pay me due
Release from tortured, dying, longing beds
Of snowy flowers I had grown for you,
Then would I note the flowers in the vase
As fresh with designation for the snow?
My flowers, while you sleep, cannot replace
A past of love and future not to grow,
But shrink with time, and distance, from my heart -
And with this snowy flower shall we part.

Sonnet 16

What chilling wind does sweep across the way
To turn my glace, within my collar curled,
To beauty undeserving of this world.
Far better places there in Heaven stay
In preparation for her grace to rest
Her weary mind on issues light of heart -
An absence from a grudging, earthly part
That offers mediocrity at best.
But though a sorrow follows over head,
And though you might not ever know your worth,
I thank you now for crossing on my path
And raising sullen eyes up from the dead,
For there in Heaven's everlasting birth
Will all your beauty save you from His wrath.

Sonnet 15

If but a passing glance would lead me to
Your heart, I'd rest myself within your soul
And escape all my inhibitions, new
And old. I'd thrust myself into the whole
Of you that glows with love to calm my woe,
That brings a peace, a quiet, to my eyes,
That sends a sense of hope, and yet to grow,
Will foster love so true until it dies.
But what can love accomplish without you,
Who walks away, not with a name, but time
That we have shared together, though on cue
To stride with unfamiliar steps. No rhyme
Can dream to speak of you with me again,
But for a passing moment we had been.