> > An Open Letter To Terrorists
> >
> > 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 from
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, the 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 them 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
> > fission chain reaction that would eat everything. But they
threw
> > the switch anyway, because we had a War to win. Does this
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, if I recall correctly. 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, and
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 pain in the ass then (especially in south
Florida), but
> > you're only the newest pain in the ass, 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.
> >
> > "Author Unknown"
> >
> >