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Subject: FW: Our Spirit
Hit the buildings, Missed America . . . .
An open letter to a terrorist:
Well, you hit the World Trade Center, but you missed
America. You hit the Pentagon, but you missed America. You used helpless
American bodies, to take out other American bodies, but like a poor
marksman, you STILL missed America.
Why? Because of something you guys will never
understand. America isn't about a building or two, not about financial
centers, not about military centers, America isn't about a place, America
isn't even about a bunch of bodies. America is about an IDEA. An idea, that
you can go someplace where you can earn as much as you can figure out how
to, live for the most part, like you envisioned living, and pursue
Happiness. (No guarantees that you'll reach it, but you can sure try!)
Go ahead and whine your terrorist whine, and chant
your terrorist litany: "If you can not see my point, then feel my pain."
This concept is alien to Americans. We live in a country where we don't have
to see your point. But you're free to have one. We don't have to listen to
your speech. But you're free to say one. Don't know where you got the
strange idea that everyone has to agree with you. We don't agree with each
other in this country, almost as a matter of pride. We're a collection of
guys that don't agree, called States. We united our individual states to
protect ourselves from tyranny in the world. Another idea, we made up on
the spot. You CAN make it up as you go, when it's your country.
If you're free enough.
Yeah, we're fat, sloppy, easy-going goofs most of
the time. That's an unfortunate image to project to the world, but it comes
of feeling free and easy about the world you live in. It's unfortunate
too,
because people start to forget that when you attack Americans, they tend to
fight like a cornered badger. The first we knew of the War of 1812, was
when
England burned Washington D.C. to the ground. Didn't turn out like England
thought it was going to, and it's not going to turn out like you think,
either. Sorry, but you're not the first bully on our shores, just the most
recent.
No Marquis of Queensbury rules for Americans,
either. We were the FIRST and so far, only country in the world to use
nuclear weapons in anger. Horrific idea, nowadays? News for you bucko, it
was back then too, but we used it anyway. Only had two of them in the whole
world and we used 'em both. Grandpa Jones worked on the Manhattan Project.
Told me once, that right up until they threw the switch, the physicists were
still arguing over whether the Uranium alone would fission, or whether it
would start a fissioning chain reaction that would eat everything. But they
threw the switch anyway, because we had a War to win. Does that tell you
something about American Resolve?
So who just declared War on us? It would be nice to
point to some real estate, like the good old days. Unfortunately, we're
probably at war with random camps, in far-flung places. Who think they're
safe. Just like the Barbary Pirates did. They were wrong. So are you.
Better start sleeping with one eye open.
There's a spirit that tends to take over people who
come to this country, looking for opportunity, looking for liberty, looking
for freedom. Even if they misuse it. The Marielistas that Castro emptied
out of his prisons, were overjoyed to find out how
much freedom there was. First thing they did when they hit our shores, was
run out and buy guns. The ones that didn't end up dead, ended up in prisons.
It was a big problem then (especially in south Florida). We solved that
problem. As for you, you're only the newest problem, not the first.
You guys seem to be incapable of understanding that
we don't live in America, America lives in US! American Spirit is what it's
called. And killing a few thousand of us, or a few million of us, won't
change it. Most of the time, it's a pretty happy-go-lucky kind of Spirit.
Until we're crossed in a cowardly manner, then it becomes an entirely
different kind of Spirit.
Wait until you see what we do with that Spirit, this time.
Sleep tight, if you can. We're coming.
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