Meditation
on a
Tragic Anniversary
A radiant cloudless morning
air fresh and clear
sky the brightest blue
mood mellow
A lovely young day bright with promise ––
And then a gleaming silver shell appeared
mirroring beautifully the morning sunshine
A Thing of Beauty –– but horribly out of place
like a spacecraft from an alien planet
Dipping crazily far too low upon the skyline
before anyone could feel the menace ––
it smashed directly into a gigantic upright construct ––
one of a pair ––
Twin monuments to Greed and Vain Ambition
some were quick to say
some were quick to say
But sudden violent death eradicated
an entire investment firm
an entire investment firm
in one horrific instant ––
dozens of bright young lives
incinerated –– gone!
incinerated –– gone!
Before dazed onlookers could begin to understand
what was happening
what was happening
another silver shell acting as a missile
crashed into the second of the giant pair.
Ugly buildings! A hideous blot
on the once-graceful Manhattan skyline.
“Ada Louise Huxtable might secretly rejoice at this,”
part of me thought wickedly, for I had always resented
the overbearing, outsized twins ––
Bounders! Interlopers ! Invaders!
But before that ruined day was halfway through
three-thousand innocents had been
burned alive, brains and eyeballs boiled
skulls pulverized, skeletons crushed
between twisting, white hot girders
pelted with falling rubble midst the flames
caught, crippled, crumpled, smashed to bits ––
Smothered in collapsing stairwells and buried alive
in a torrent of red hot cinders and debris
In so many ways the scene must have
mimicked the final hours of the residents
of Pompeii and Herculaneum
mimicked the final hours of the residents
of Pompeii and Herculaneum
And then there were those hideous echoes
of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire ––
Where so many jumped to their deaths
to escape being burned alive ––
In an instant smashed skulls, broken bones and bloody pulp
were all that remained of their vibrant young lives.
And not so long ago in Benghazi –– to mark the anniversary
of this Great Triumph of Barbarity over Civilization
our young, handsome, well-meaning,
hopelessly naive, ambassador to Libya
was surrounded in his quarters,
dragged out into the streets
beaten, sodomized and brutally murdered.
But what does any of this matter?
What difference does it make?
What difference does it make?
Let’s just forget about it, and MOVE ON.
Might as well.
We are privileged to live in interesting times.
Kyrie eleison!
Kyrie eleison!
Christe eleison!
~ FreeThinke
FOR the VICTIMS of 911,
–– THEIR LOVED ONES, –– FAMILIES,
–– FRIENDS, __ for our NATION,
__ and for the WORLD:
–– FRIENDS, __ for our NATION,
__ and for the WORLD:
Schlummert ein, ihr matten Augen,
Fallet sanft und selig zu!
Welt, ich bleibe nicht mehr hier,
Hab ich doch kein Teil an dir,
Das der Seele könnte taugen.
Hier muss ich das Elend bauen,
Aber dort, dort werd ich schauen
Sueussen Friede, stille Ruh.
Slumber, my weary eyes,
Fall softly and close in contentment.
O World, I will linger here no more.
For indeed, I find nothing in you
Pleasing to my soul.
Here I am resigned to misery,
But there, there I shall feel
Sweet peace and quiet rest.
And the air was streaked with blood.
ReplyDeleteLet’s just forget about it, and MOVE ON.
ReplyDeleteAnd become ostriches until the next horrific attack on American soil.
_ Recessional (1897) _
ReplyDeleteGod of our fathers, known of old,
___ Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
___ Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
The tumult and the shouting dies;
___ The Captains and the Kings depart:
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
___ An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
Far-called, our navies melt away;
___ On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
___ Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
___ Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
___ Or lesser breeds without the Law—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
For heathen heart that puts her trust
___ In reeking tube and iron shard,
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
___ And guarding, calls not Thee to guard,
For frantic boast and foolish word—
Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!
~ Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)
Images of 9/11: A Visual Remembrance
ReplyDeleteBreitbart, by Staff
The whole world experienced the attacks of September 11, 2001, in real time. Videos, photos, and audio captured the horror wreaked that day by Islamic jihadists and the heroism of ordinary Americans. In our effort to never forget, Breitbart News provides you a visual remembrance of that fateful day when the world changed. ...
Why These 9/11 Monsters Still Haven’t Faced Trial
ReplyDeleteNew York Post,
by Max Jaeger
They say the wheels of justice turn slowly — but now they’ve ground to a virtual halt. Seventeen years after they helped murder 2,977 innocents in the worst terrorist attack on US soil, five 9/11 suspects — including self-avowed mastermind Khalid Sheikh Mohammed — have not faced trial. Prosecutors are seeking the death penalty for all five men and have attempted for years to try the case, but a constantly shifting venue, questions over coerced evidence and the limitations of holding trials at Guantanamo Bay have slowed the case to a crawl. Victims’ families say the legal limbo puts them through hell.
Comments:
America is going through hell waiting. I would have thought at the very least that these animals would have been tried secretly at GITMO, found guilty and then executed. That seventeen years have passed and no trials is criminal enough to our Uniform Code of Military Justice. These non-combatants, or whatever title should have met swift justice ...
´We remember the moment when America fought
ReplyDeleteback!´ Trump commemorates heroes of Flight
93 and pledges to fight ´radical Islamic terrorism´
as U.S. marks 9/11 with somber tributes,*
Daily Mail (UK) & Wires, b
by David Martosko
President Donald Trump commemorated the victims of Flight 93 on Tuesday in Pennsylvania, praising the heroes who stopped a hijacked plane from reaching Washington, D.C. seventeen years ago. A quartet of plots in 2001 shook America´s collective sense of national security and signaled the global beginning of a new normal. They ´took their own fate, and America´s fate, into their own hands´ by storming the cockpit and forcing a group of jihadis to crash into a field instead of turning the U.S. Capitol building into a domed inferno. ´America will never forget what your loved ones did for all of ...
I measure every Grief I meet
ReplyDeleteWith narrow, probing, eyes __
I wonder if It weighs like Mine __
Or has an Easier size.
I wonder if They bore it long ––
Or did it just begin ––
I could not tell the Date of Mine ––
It feels so old a pain ––
I wonder if it hurts to live ––
And if They have to try ––
And whether – could They choose between ––
It would not be – to die ––
I note that Some – gone patient long ––
At length, renew their smile ––
An imitation of a Light
That has so little Oil ––
I wonder if when Years have piled ––
Some Thousands ––on the Harm ––
That hurt them early –– such a lapse ––
Could give them any Balm ––
Or would they go on aching still
Through Centuries of Nerve ––
Enlightened to a larger Pain ––
In Contrast with the Love ––
The Grieved –– are many –– I am told ––
There is the various Cause ––
Death –– is but one –– and comes but once ––
And only nails the eyes ––
There’s Grief of Want –– and grief of Cold ––
A sort they call “Despair” ––
There’s Banishment from native Eyes ––
In sight of Native Air ––
And though I may not guess the kind ––
Correctly –– yet to me
A piercing Comfort it affords
In passing Calvary ––
To note the fashions –– of the Cross ––
And how they’re mostly worn ––
Still fascinated to presume
That Some –– are like my own ––
... Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
POSTED as a MEMORIAL TRIBUTE to the VICTIMS of ALL the ISLAMIC MASSACRES and THE LOVED ONES THEY LEFT BEHIND
ReplyDeleteAfter great pain
A formal feeling comes
The nerves sit ceremonious –– like tombs.
The stiff hear questions
Was it He that bore ––
And yesterday –– or centuries before?
The feet mechanical go round ––
A wooden way
Of ground or air or ought.
Regardless grown ––
A quartz contentment lie a stone.
This is the hour of lead.
Remembered –– if outlived ––
As freezing persons recollect the snow.
First chill ––
Then stupor ––
Then –– the letting go.
~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
Students Told to Stop Chanting “USA!
ReplyDeleteUSA!” At High School Football Game
Honoring 9/11 Because It’s ‘Racist’
Gateway Pundit,
by Christina Laila
Students at a southern California high school were told to stop chanting “USA! USA!” at a special patriotic football game honoring 9/11 because it’s offensive and racist. Students at Aliso Niguel High School in Orange County, California were told to stop chanting “USA! USA!” in Friday night’s football home game wherein students wore red, white, and blue to honor Patriot’s Day (September 11th). The Gateway Pundit obtained an email sent to parents addressing this ‘controversy.’ In the first part of the email, Ms. Deni Christensen, the Principal of Aliso Niguel High School said two ‘offensive’ signs referencing Obama and Trump were ...
THE ELVIS HIT THAT NEVER WAS
ReplyDeleteBurka Baby, please be mine.
Shed your tent and be my Valentine.
Baby, Baby, baby, please let me in.
Drop that veil, c'mon let's sin.
Oh oh oh! Burka Baby, don't you torture me.
You know I want you bad, so let me see
What you got behind that heavy curtain.
Baby baby, through those slits you eyes are flirtin.'
If I can't have you, I'm just gonna die
You know you're gettin' hot, and so am I.
I can hear you hissin.‘ So, let’s start kissin.’
You just don't know what it is you're missin'
KABOOM!!!
Burka Baby, we just hit the sky!
When we hit the ground, we’re gonna die.
Burka Baby,
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
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GOOD BYE!
.. Yu No Hu
Everybody has a laughing place
ReplyDelete___ a lughing place to go ho ho
Take that frown turn it upside down,
___ and you'll find yours I know ho ho.
... Grace Hitler
Day is done. Gone the sun
ReplyDeleteFrom the lakes, from the hills ,
All is well, safely rest.
God is nigh.
There it is Franco.
DeleteAmen. Kid!
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