From Townhall:
Enough of changing your Facebook photo to the flag of the abattoir du jour, enough of the candlelight vigils, and enough of the #_____Strong hashtags. No more pleas for unity and pretending not to understand.
We’re not unified, and we all understand, even if we refuse to admit it because of some bizarre suicide pact Western culture decided to join when no one was looking.
Grieving doesn’t work.
Hugging doesn’t work.
Cowardice masquerading as enlightened passivity in the face of our enemies doesn’t work.
Just ask the little girls blown apart in Manchester. Say it. Say it, damn you. Then I’ll say it, for those of you too weak and dishonest to. Radical Islamic Terrorists.
That’s our enemy. Our enemy, not just a bunch of misguided potential pals who would love us if they only understood how sorry we are for whatever sin we committed, or that some Crusader committed 800 years ago back when the men of the West were actually men and not the whimpering Ken dolls we watch pretending to be the best and brightest of our elites.
There is only one appropriate reaction to the kind of people who strap on bomb vests packed with nails and wait for smiling, laughing tweens to come along before hitting the detonator and ripping their limbs off and tearing their guts out.
The only appropriate reaction is righteous fury that turns into a grim determination to exact a retribution upon the bomber’s bros so thorough and so comprehensive that in a thousand years the few descendants of the survivors will still terrify their children with the story of the vengeance exacted by the avengers of the West.
And then our enemies would fear us.
3 comments:
Pasto,
I had a doctor waltz up to me yesterday and say, "Can you BELIEVE what happened in Manchester! What do you think?" He is from that region of the world and we talk politics and he values my thoughts.
I did not mince words. "If I had to pull nails out of a child's face like were pulled out of the face of the little girl at Manchester I would torch the nearest mosque."
The man literally turned fifty shades of grey right before my eyes. I then followed through.
"Don't you think that something like that might just unhinge a person to do something they would not normally consider?"
He quickly tippy-toe'd away.
Freedom of expression, Baby! Better to draw that line in the sand than to ambush little girls and drill them full of nails and bolts.
Righteous anger? You better believe it. Does such anger have a place when considering the survival of the innocent? You betcha.
I await our Veterans blown up in their wheelchairs on Memorial Day.
Shield of Faith - strapped on. Crusader. I kind of like the title.
The message sent to our government is thus: Do your jobs. Because you really, really do not want us to have to do your job for you. You don't want it messy. We would mess it up, with our righteous anger.
Is he scared of you now?
;-)
Pasto,
Doubt he is scared. But he just might have repeated the conversation elsewhere.
Pfft. My threat is over-rated. But it WAS meant to make a point. Don't pull your cluster F-ck act on little girls.
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