Reflections From a Murky Pond

There’s no doubt that America, like all nations, cultures, and peoples, is a land partially built upon myths. Just listen to a Liberal rant when they hear about making America great again, or an American when Liberals try to rewrite – normally to a more Black and White – parts of history. In both cases, there will be an immediate acknowledgment that this is so. Simply put, America is Americana as much as anything else.

But now, 23 years – approximately an entire generation – since the Muslims enacted the greatest act of terrorism in modern history, we seem to have a new American myth, that of widespread unity in the aftermath of 9/11. And, that is what and all it is – a myth, a wondrous but false bit of exceptionalism to be added to Americana.

The truth is that by 9/12 various Democrats were already online, proudly proclaiming that the attack was America’s fault and we deserved it and worse. The truth is that by 9/12 the were many Muslims celebrating the attack, and others whose only concern over it was their fear of Americans’ response. The truth is that 9/12 literally was when Democrats brought the term “Islamophobia” to the forefront of sociopolitical discourse, and it was the inception of what has become #Wokeness.

No. Our nation coming together as one on 9/12 is just a new American myth. Many of us did, but far too many within our borders chose to side with the Muslim terrorists instead, and many more than that chose to politically profiteer off of it.

It is useless to say, “Never Forget.” Time passes, memories fade, and new generations are born without the true knowledge of what transpired. But, we who remember must never forgive while we still hold the memory of what the Muslims did on 9/11.

Never forgive; never show mercy; never fail to judge the actions of others in the light of what was done.

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They’re Shrugging Into September

It’s September and, pretty much right on time where I’m at, the weather has turned cooler, even a bit brisk in the mornings. That means it’s the beginning of sweater season, though it’s mostly time for just shrugs… not that that isn’t wonderful to behold. 😀

The solution to the problem of the Venezuelan gangs that have cropped up, causing havoc in a number of our cities, is to exterminate them and, if at all possible, dump their carcasses somewhere remote and/or secluded – or find a friendly hog farmer 😉

As soon as we stop giving these things the handout of considering them to be people and start treating them like any other dangerous, invasive species, we’ll be on the short path to solving for the problem they are and sending a message to other sorts that will chill their eagerness to invade our nation.

Gentlemen, once your a husband and a father, expect to occasionally be Totoro as well. It’s just the way life is and the way it’s supposed to be.