9-11, In the name of Allah

Nine years and one day ago, who would have believed we would still not have replaced the two towers taken down by the "religion of peace"? Who would have predicted that a nation of the resolve and clarity of a Rudy Guiliani would have slipped into the vacuous ambiguity and moral equivalence of a Michael Bloomberg?

Who would have thought that there could be a debate about audacious Islamic militants planting their hideous flag within view and a two minute walk of ground zero, ground where 3000 American innocents were incinerated and crushed into ash, land still broken.

Who would believe, in that same place, we would have a tweet of a president, named Hussein, arguing the right to build a tribute to Islam, a cult that believes it is right to stone and burn woman?

Islam has all the moral equivalence of Nazism. The cult of Islam, the loathsome, reduces the human brain to accept the unacceptable. The burning of the ridiculous book, written by a hallucinating woman-hating-fearing homosexual, causes more outrage than a husband, father or brother searing and burning the fresh flesh off the face of a seventeen year old girl.

Some book, some religion.

What lesson have we learned from 9-11?

None really, at least none most will want to hear. We will hear the usual hollow phrases of false piety from the usual suspects of false intellectualism commonly mistaken for intelligent thought. The words will at most be emotional compost and have the thud of "have a nice day."

On 9-11, I hear a different thud, the sickening thud of human bodies breaking on concrete. Have a nice day.

Where do you think Obama was going at 2:10? He had a second thought.