Remember, Remember

The 11th of September. A beautiful fall day burned forever into our memories.

Some years, the words flow. This year, all I have is a dull ache, a gnawing grief that will not be soothed.

Remember the lost.

Remember the ones lost since due to sickness caused by exposure during the rescue/recovery.

Remember the ones suffering now, soon to be lost.

Last year’s post.

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Round-Ups for Roll-Over RINOS

A round-up is in order, I think, to get this old jalopy running again…

Government’s latest power grab makes us all Catholics now. The church’s own leaders aided and abetted this travesty. And Adrienne, another conservative Catholic sees the parallels to Hitler’s early years that I warned of almost six years ago.

The Rick Santorum/Bob Schieffer interview is just apalling. Santorum holds his own against a vile Voldermort-wannabe who tries to twist every word into something he didn’t mean. Quin Hillyer has some excellent advice on how to proceed, especially since a nervous Obama is looking over his shoulder now.

Newt believes defeating Obama is a matter of national security.

Fifty years ago, John Glenn became the first man to orbit Earth. America will still have the “Right Stuff” for space exploration, but it will come from the private sector now.

Evil Blogger Lady has the Media’s Guide to Protestors.

DHS’ new counterterrorism training doesn’t include any mention of Islam or Muslims. Because they might be offended.

Stacy has the post-CPAC sniffles. Nothing will make him feel better than hitting his tip jar!

Redneck Jedis are the new HAWT. Who knew a little series filmed in and around Atlanta would be such a hit?

Joy Tinged With Sadness

Yesterday, with the news of bin Laden’s demise, I couldn’t help but remember those who were lost at his hands. True, he was responsible for the deaths of thousands of people worldwide, even those of his own race and creed, but my thoughts centered on those killed on 9/11/2001.

Roswell Patch contacted me about the Michael Gann tribute I’d written in 2009 as part of the 2996 Project. Christine Foster’s article is a sweet remembrance.

If even for a short while, again, we have that 9/12 mindset. Neither conservative or liberal, Democrat or Republican, we are Americans first. We embrace those who lost loved ones to terrorist attacks, as a loving mother cuddles and reassures an injured child. After all, we all lost that day.

Justice has been served. God Bless America.

If you don’t read anything else today,

read this – Something Wicked This Way Comes. (h/t The Robot)

My New Obsession

RightNetwork.

Run by two of my favorite internet friends, Joy and Gerard.

Joy you will remember from CPAC shenanigans. Gerard, well, someday I’ll get to meet him. I really, really hope so.

In the meantime, check out this video, Episode 1 of “In The Red Chair.”

When Kamal Saleem was a boy of 7, he began training in a PLO assault camp. This notorious terrorist group trained him to know his enemy, to hate his enemy, and to anticipate their every move. His singular purpose was to use his power to change the world for Islam. Soon he was a career mercenary, working for the cause of Jihad. But a severe accident broke his back and changed everything in an instant. The one thing that this warrior was not prepared for—was the power of love.

There will be a quiz. When you least expect it.

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