“Angels Among Us”

From the website, NYPD Angels

 

On September 11th 2001, 23 members of the New York City Police Department were chosen for a special detail. As the people in the World Trade Center Towers made their way out, our brave Police Officers began their journey upward to Heaven helping and comforting all they met along the way. The Angels welcomed them and everyone applauded as God presented them with their Wings. The men stepped in line with those chosen before them. St. Michael looked at them with pride. He knew he’d chosen the best. Our proud Police Officers made the extreme sacrific and will continue to serve and protect from up above.
 
May God hold in his arms ALL the Firefighters, the Emergency Medical Technicians, Paramedics, Port Authority Police Officers, Court Officers and Civilians that journeyed side by side our beloved Police Officers through the Pearly Gates to Paradise. We will remember and miss them always.
May they rest in peace.

On September 11th 2001, 23 members of the New York City Police Department were chosen for a special detail. As the people in the World Trade Center Towers made their way out, our brave Police Officers began their journey upward to Heaven helping and comforting all they met along the way. The Angels welcomed them and everyone applauded as God presented them with their Wings. The men stepped in line with those chosen before them. St. Michael looked at them with pride. He knew he’d chosen the best. Our proud Police Officers made the extreme sacrific and will continue to serve and protect from up above.

May God hold in his arms ALL the Firefighters, the Emergency Medical Technicians, Paramedics, Port Authority Police Officers, Court Officers and Civilians that journeyed side by side our beloved Police Officers through the Pearly Gates to Paradise. We will remember and miss them always.
May they rest in peace.

 

“On Eternal Patrol” … Jerome Dominguez, NYPD, 9/11/01

Jerome Dominguez

Dominguez, 37, was a member of the elite Emergency Services Unit of the police department, and a member of the Air Force Reserves. He was last seen on September 11 heading up the stairs to help people trapped in the World Trade Center as other rescue workers were fleeing for their lives. Dominguez, who was with Emergency Services Unit 3, was among police who were on the lower floors of the World Trade Center when it collapsed. The Dominguez family believes Jerome was in 2 World Trade Center for about 40 minutes before it collapsed.
 
Jerome Dominguez was posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor during the Annual Medal Day ceremony on December 4, 2001. The New York City Police Department Medal of Honor is the highest award that may be bestowed upon a member of the service.
 

Dominguez, 37, was a member of the elite Emergency Services Unit of the police department, and a member of the Air Force Reserves. He was last seen on September 11 heading up the stairs to help people trapped in the World Trade Center as other rescue workers were fleeing for their lives. Dominguez, who was with Emergency Services Unit 3, was among police who were on the lower floors of the World Trade Center when it collapsed. The Dominguez family believes Jerome was in 2 World Trade Center for about 40 minutes before it collapsed.

Jerome Dominguez was posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor during the Annual Medal Day ceremony on December 4, 2001. The New York City Police Department Medal of Honor is the highest award that may be bestowed upon a member of the service.   

Anti-American Hostilities – From Within and Without

by Clio

The Enemy From Without Arrives – 9/11

September 11 is this generation’s “day that will live in infamy.” We commemorate the 10th anniversary of the perilous strikes on the World Trade Center, Pentagon and the hijacked plane that crashed in Shanksville, Pennsylvania with memorials, tributes and television specials that offer a disturbing déjà vu of those awful events on that beautiful sunny morning in 2001.

As the archived film and photos are  reviewed, once again, I flash back to the confusion and fear I felt as I turned on my television 10 years ago and tried to make sense of the images of fires, collapsing buildings and dust-covered people that seemed, at first glance, a frightened, moving statuary.

I awakened late in Los Angeles on September 11; I was, unknowingly, watching the reruns of the attacks remixed with new footage. Throughout the past decade, those frightening recollections remain vivid, but not as intense and shattering as they were that morning and for many months after.

The term “unspeakable horror” is often used in newspaper crime reports and histrionic movie advertisements. Ten years ago, the phrase became sharply-defined before my eyes as I watched a passenger jet deliberately plunge into a towering building.

Out of the rubble and ashes of the terrorist forays arose the phoenix of fierce and fiery patriotism in America ­– for a while – and proudly we hailed the stars and stripes – from our homes, our cars, buildings and billboards. We were united in our thirst for justice and defiantly, proudly American.

For a while, we were a nation of neighbors – brought together in mourning and bonded in our resolve for retribution. However, just as the memory of that bi-partisan Congressional chorus singing the national anthem on the Capitol steps faded, so did our collective memory of unified grief and outrage. I will remember that awful day … for the victims, survivors and the vestige of our patriotic unity.

Last year, I wrote an article, “Why Every American is a Victim of 9/11” and I stand by that statement. The passage of years, as well as political revisionists and ridiculous conspiracists have tried to dim, diminish or alter the broken-glass edged pain and the nostalgia of national loyalty from our memories; but, many Americans know that we must keep the torch burning – for the lives lost, our homeland security and to shed a light in the darkness of ill-intent from the enemy without.

As I prepared to publish 9/11 articles for The Bold Pursuit, I sent requests for blogs or remembrances to friends in my social networks. It is with pride and honor that I share the replies sent to me by fellow Patriots. One responded with a journal entry detailing a coast-to-coast trip with his son, leaving New York on 9/11, en route to California. Learning of the attacks on his car radio, my friend could see the missile silos from the car window – open in preparation for possible use. His past military experience informed him of the grave, potential danger and he worried for his child’s safety and future.

A social media friend, Sherry, sent this heartfelt sentiment recalling that unfathomable and ill-fated day: 

“No, we will never forget the horrendous crime that was committed that day … I worked with a very beautiful lady, in Washington state, who used to be an airline stewardess for Southwest. She lost her niece, an airline stewardess, on one of the planes, on that fateful day of 9/11. I don’t know which plane it was, but she said that her niece’s voice was one of those heard before the plane crashed. It was heart breaking, and it hurt for her to try and talk about. My heart and thoughts will be with her, and all people who lost their family, friends, co-workers, on that day that will never be forgotten. They, and we, all became victims of that horrible tragedy.”

My email request to another friend, a writer and political insider) was politely declined; I did not know that he was working in the Pentagon that day. He suffered terrible injuries and lost many friends and colleagues when the plane nose-dived into the headquarters of the Office of Defense. He briefly shared his 9/11 experience in private note, explaining that those memories were still too painful to awaken. Humbled by his admission, I understood, more vividly, that there are those who’ve suffered in ways we can’t or would want to imagine.

Do you recall the “six degrees of separation” game? Most of us can connect to the terrorist attacks in less than one or two degrees. The aforementioned network friends had personal and second degree experiences. My cousin’s friend worked in one of the WTC towers and was laid-off on September 10 – a blessed ‘near miss.’ A colleague, based in our New York offices, almost lost her husband who worked in one of the towers. He was able to escape without injury before the collapse. A close friend of mine called me that day – one of his best friends worked in the WTC in an office above the impact zone. My friend left voicemail and email messages at home and on office phones, then anxiously awaited a reply. Much later that day and to his great relief, his friend called; a domestic issue kept him at home and safe from danger.

Readers, I know you have your own “six degree stories” and that’s one reason why this is such a personal and national watershed event.

As I dedicate this article to those who had direct experiences during the attack or whose friends and family had ‘near-misses,’ my thoughts are drawn to the new threat of terrorism from ‘the enemy without,’ as well as concern for the fury and rancor of the ‘new enemy within’ – political ideologues.

I am in no way comparing the events of September 11, 2001 with the political warmongering in our country. I want to make a point and I hope, Readers, that you will consider my concerns.

The Enemy Within

During the past few decades, our enemies hijacked, skyjacked and placed explosives on planes. They took and tortured hostages. They targeted military bases and ships. They planted a bomb in the WTC several years before September 11; obviously, a ‘dry run.’

After the heinous acts of terrorism on September 11, 2001, our enemies and their sympathizers danced in the streets – ululating their joy at our despair.

Do not forget that our foreign enemies, Islamic extremists, told us they hated America – and they meant it.

They chanted, in the streets and in stadiums, “Death to America” – and they meant it.

People usually mean what they say, so be wise, my friends. Never forget, America.

Our enemies are not always born on foreign soil and taught to hate from the cradle. Some of our enemies were born and raised next door. They aren’t arming themselves with dirty bombs or weapons of mass destruction; their armament is ideological and political. Their weapons are propaganda and inviting/inciting citizen acts of hostility and thuggery.

A few of our ‘enemies within’ hold high office – nationally and locally. They are union bosses and leaders in industry, and they share ideologies that are antithetical to the concept and reality of America.

Progressivism became one of the enemies within starting early in the last century with well-meant workplace reforms in the new, evolving industrial era. Labor unions grew out these reforms and many workers greatly benefitted from their protection. However, strong-arm tactics and corruption within some organizations taints the validity of their good works.

Our school system was supposed to nurture the minds of young Americans; instead, Progressive ideology is inculcated into our classrooms and shaping our children’s opinions:

“Understand, no reasonable person has a problem with teaching children to be responsible stewards of the planet. But anyone who has watched the steady evolution of public schools from places of education into propaganda centers for the progressive worldview knows exactly what is going on here.” Arnold Ahlert, www.canadafreepress.com

The Progressive worldview is interpreted with innocuous and mild terminology founded in empathy, responsibility and community or in more radical statement of principles:

“What is a progressive worldview? It’s simple: You have empathy for others, and you act responsibly on that empathy, being both responsible for yourself and socially responsible as well …” CommonwealthInstitute

Juxtapose the foregoing with this very liberal and extreme interpretation of Progressivism:

  • For peace and justice to be realized, white people must be reduced to a minority
  • Western civilization is culturally “wired” for crimes against humanity
  • Whites must be reduced to a minority
  • Minority crime is caused by white oppression
  • The teaching & promotion of alternate sexual lifestyles
  • Only whites are racist; people-of-color cannot be racist since they are oppressed
  • The elimination of all religions (religion = organized oppression)
  • Elimination of the “nuclear family”
  • Elimination of all borders and dissolution of the nation-state concept

Source: http://principles-of-progressive-politics.blogspot.com/

We should be aware of the enemies within because they have, in union boss Jimmy Hoffa Jr.’s words as he introduced Barack Obama to a pro-union rally in Detroit. Mr. Hoffa is quoted as standing by his incendiary attacks on the Tea Party, a movement founded in protest of the excessive and liberal legislation thrust upon the nation by Mr. Obama. There are five core principles of this philosophy:

1.  Limited Government

2.  Fiscal Responsibility

3.  Personal Responsibility

4.  The Rule of Law

5.  National Sovereignty

A Declaration of War

“We got to keep an eye on the battle that we face: The war on workers. And you see it everywhere – it is the Tea Party. And you know there is only one way to beat and win that war. The one thing about working people is that we like a good fight. And you know what? They’ve got a war, they got a war with us and there’s only going to be one winner. It’s going to be the workers of Michigan, and America. We’re going to win that war,” Jimmy Hoffa Jr.

Mr. Hoffa said to the crowd, “President Obama, this is your army. We are ready to march. Let’s take these son-of-bitches out and give America back to an America where we belong.”

Those “sons of bitches” to whom he referred are members of the Tea Party movement – in other words, Americans who believe in the five principles listed above.

Rep. Maxine Waters, a California Democrat, recently told a community gathering, “as far as I’m concerned, the ‘tea party’ can go straight to Hell.”

In April 2009, a senior aide circulated a document identifying members of the Tea Party movement as driven by corporate lobbyists and attended by neo-Nazis. The document further notes that the tea parties are “not really all about average citizens,” suggesting that neo-Nazis, militias, secessionists and racists are attending their rallies. The tea parties are also not peaceful, since reporters in Cincinnati had to seek “police protection” during one of the events, the document states.  Source: http://www.weeklystandard.com/weblogs/TWSFP/2009/04/house_democrat_leaders_tea_par.asp

Americans concerned with fiscal responsibility, smaller government and adherence to our Constitution are being pegged as terrorists, Nazis, rightwing nutjobs, hobbits, barbarians at the gates and sons of bitches. Our enemies within have declared “war,” but make no mistake: this war will be waged against any American who does not accept progressive and liberal ideologies or the far-left president, not just those who support the Tea Party movement.

Contemplate the message in the following excerpt from our Declaration of Independence; let it guide your actions and decisions. Sadly, it seems we must also take the fight for America to the enemy within.

“… Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shown, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object, evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security…” Declaration of Independence, July 4, 1776

 

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September 11, 2001 … A Journal Entry

by Mark S., Modesto, California

Hard to imagine 10 years has passed since that fateful day. Seems like yesterday for us, and always will be. It had proven otherwise to be a wonderful summer vacation. One memorable point was en route back to California, we’d just got done seeing friends and family near St Louis, and got back onto I-80 just east of Omaha. Just then the radio station started playing an old Bob Seger favorite of mine, Turn the Page … opening up with the words, “On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha …”

Little did I realize those words would be etched in my memory forever in the next 12 hours … it was 10:30pm local time, and it was to be the last night of Peace as we knew it … and for 17 hours the next day, we would have no idea what hit us, who hit us, or even why …

Upon waking up that morning, we decided to go get some coffee. It was quite the vacation, clear to NYC, my son’s first time, and he loved it. Even met some old friends, Mike Arnold and Jerry Dominguez then at Port Authority PD. Jerry showed my son around the places and it was one for the books.

We’d wished we got the chance to go up into the WTC, but it was Sunday, and the best times to go up were Tuesday and Wednesday, so that was out, as I was already late to get my son enrolled in high school, his freshman year, too. We were out of time, so headed home then.

We really weren’t too concerned with the dazed and confused looks on everyone faces that morning … at least at first.

We just thought they were strange locals, and nobody uttered a word. Little did we know at that moment we were about to get a rude shock.

As we took off, my son, Dave turned on the radio … man, we thought the Bob & Tom Show was one sick joke, claiming the WTC had just collapsed.

I had Dave change the station – I wasn’t up for any sicko BS that early on, as I thought it very poor taste.

What we soon found out was, it was on every single station … suddenly, it sobered us up … fast. Realizing this wasn’t a joke, my son looked at me with that 1000-yard stare, scared to death, repeating “Dad? DAD!”

I took over, same thing … every station was the same voices.

I kept trying to reassure him it was ok. Somehow … it HAD to be ok. It was the last thing we needed. We almost wished our semi-denial wasn’t unfounded … somehow.

Hearing reports of a total FAA ground-stop I looked as if to verify there wasn’t a vapor trail in the sky, where normally it’d be filled with them flying cross-country, corroborating the FAA reports.

Few vehicles were on the road at all…and many more military vehicles than normal were out. I knew we were at war, but never dreamed how close, or deadly serious, it had become. We just weren’t ready for what we were about to see that day.

By then I had been flying at 90+mph, so much so that the overdrive kept cutting out on me at 95 … and knew I’d have to gas up soon. It took us to the WY state line to realize we’d need breakfast, and gas. All I knew was “get home! … now!” But home was 1200 miles away, such as it was, and we knew we had to get back there.

On approach to Cheyenne, I saw something I thought I’d never see…going by some of Warren AFBs missile silos scattered about the area, some close to the highways, and seeing them OPEN! Yes, the sliding block concrete slab had been moved away from the hatch. Right then I knew the President was in the “snap count.”

“My God! They’re actually going to do it,” I’m thinking. And I didn’t even know why … yet. I thought, my son, deserving a long and rich life, wasn’t going to get it. I tried so hard not to cry. I had to keep it together.

Still, I got gas at the TA truck Stop in Burns, just east of Cheyenne, but paused long enough to see the TV screen, along with the mass crowd of truckers standing in stunned silence next to me, and watching the towers falling on replay. Dave didn’t even want to see it – I was simply transfixed. The towers we just saw the other day were blasted off the face of the Earth – it seemed to defy logic of the possible … but it happened.

One cause for some relief-no missiles flew yet, so I knew someone had the sense to at least put it on hold, maybe get their bearings, and just what was going on, before resorting to it.

I didn’t stop for the next gas-up until Evanston WY, right at the Utah line … still watching TV screens when I could as we ate & ran like hell. We made Salt Lake by 7pm, getting dark but long enough to see what radio reported as military convoys headed for the airport. Above I could see 2 fully loaded F-16s escorting a KC-10 tanker, and the airport, with all the civilian planes pushed to the east side, were loaded up with an entire squadron of B-52s on the west tarmac, waiting for the convoys, which turned out I saw the codes on their crates – they were nuclear weapons bound for the bombers, waiting, lights on & flashing. The radio said not to interfere with them or we’d be shot…they blazed past us at 100mph, so I stayed well out of their way. Obviously, there was still a chance things would fly … I knew they would, as I knew the process. They’d fly on order.

I saw my son trying not to cry-he was just 14 … I reassured him things would be ok, that I’d never let anything happen, and reminded him we were well out of the cities and harm’s way, should worse come to worst. I wasn’t sure what else to say that would prove better comfort for him.

If he hid his grief, he fooled me well – it seemed as if my talk helped. All I knew was we had another 750 miles to go, so I knew I wouldn’t make it home tonight-maybe tomorrow afternoon.

By the time the days adrenalin calmed down, it was 2am local time, and we made it to Winnemucca NV, calculating in my head, another 350mi past SLC, 176mi from Reno, and 376 miles from home-it was all I could do being in combat mode … after 1300 miles nonstop.

We got a room, it made Dave feel safe, even for the time being-that was critical, especially at that moment in time. Bad enough at the time I’d just gotten him after a nasty custody battle, now this … My God, I thought – how the hell was I gonna get us through all THIS?

Now our nation was at war, too. Nobody needed to tell me that one.

Every possibility was flying through my head … wondering what hit us, who hit us, and why … moreover, why do this to my son, why mess up his world? The usual million things ran through my mind … was it something I did, or didn’t do right? … was God mad at me? or did he let this happen for a reason?… I got to the point where even the absurd wasn’t beyond consideration.

Too tired to think, but too keyed to sleep … I stayed up until 5am watching in total disbelief the day’s events, over and over. I watched until I couldn’t keep my eyes open further.

During the whole time, I began pleading with God … if he wanted me, to take ME, don’t take my son, should it come to that, His will be done. Turns out, he took neither.

Then, for some reason I cannot explain to this day, as I prayed … perhaps for some absolution from whatever it was that brought this on, and for aid and comfort for families of those who didn’t make it … this feeling came over me, warmth, comfort, serenity … even courage, as if a gentle hand touched my shoulder, being reassured somehow that things will be ok. I just wished I could’ve known how at the time.

Well, at least I knew that, for now, no nukes went off, and we were in one piece. It was all we had to hold onto-to go on … and for the moment, that was all we needed. Dave surprised me when he woke for a moment, knew my hurt, grief, and dilemma, and told me “Dad, it’s ok … hey, even if something bad happens, at least we made it this far together.”

He has a knack for saying the right thing at the right time … he knew we were just getting things back to some normalcy for our own family before this, as it would be a tough road alone, apart from today’s nightmare … and was glad for what we did have … the eternal optimist, he seemed.

I didn’t know why, but I knew there was a purpose for it all. It also didn’t help when we found Jerry had died at the WTC, and Mike explained it all to us the next year, when we went back to pay our respects … He died doing what he loved to do, being a cop – that just tore Dave up. He’d only met him just a month before. Mike barely survived, and now graying early … I can see why.

But all that would come soon enough … as I still had no idea who hit us by nightfall, as nothing was really clear …

For now, I was relishing that peaceful moment.

The peaceful moment, albeit short-lived, helped me fall asleep just when I needed it most – and didn’t wake until 10am, when we took off for the final leg home … and see what we had to work with to survive this round, but I knew somehow, we’d make it.

“Failure is not an option.” I’ve learned, especially now.

But for my son, it was his Pearl Harbor … he grew up a lot that day, as well as going through a custody battle, so he’d been through a lot.

It was also both our Day of Days …

Stagnator-in-Chief: A Cyber Post-Mortem of Obama’s “Jobs” Speech

The following is an unedited email exchange between a TBP member and his Democrat friend after watching Mr. Obama’s joint address to Congress on September 8, 2011: 

“B”: “So, what did you think of the speech this evening? I think you just watched the president secure his second term.”

“D”:  Sure. Keep on dreaming. Same stuff as before. He’s trying to buy union votes:  teachers, construction workers, police and fire are the beneficiaries of his largesse with your money. Fortunately, they’re already voting for him so I doubt his campaign speech changed many opinions. The best part was “it’s all going to be paid for.” How? Let Congress figure it out (like that’s going to work). Also, when Lincoln started to build the roads and infrastructure, it’s because they didn’t exist. Repairing them won’t have the same impact. He is stagnating growth and innovation by coddling to the unions (not the workers, the management). Jobs will be there with or without the union bosses. So will competition. 

Did he say anything new and bold as had been promised all day? All he did was breach to his choir, and say “compromise by agreeing with me.” In the world of creativity and problem solving, there is no such thing as a bad idea, and you don’t ridicule the other side because their ideas are different than yours. That stifles free and open discourse, i.e., ideas. He is the Stagnator in Chief!

Government spending, particularly when it spends more than it has, does nothing but destroy capital. Government doesn’t produce anything, it merely takes what the private sector and individuals earned, redistributes it or pays off money it borrowed. Raising taxes to pay debt, therefore, destroys capital. That would not be true if there was no debt, since the money would go back into the economy, but that is not the case and won’t be until government gets its act straight – or we get rid of them. 

If government (all sides) want to stimulate growth at the grassroots level, then grease the track and get out of the way. Since government wants banks to make risk free loans, and there is no incentive for private individuals to make riskier investments, capital for new business is gone (as you know). Eliminate the first 5 years of capital gains taxes for private investors that put, say, $100,000 into a start-up or small business. If they make a profit, they will likely reinvest. If they lose it, the money was still spent locally, some jobs were created even if for a year or two, and the banks are not hurt. Instead of Buffett paying more in taxes, which will just destroy that capital, why not encourage him to invest in start-ups and small businesses? Perfect example is our tackle company. Imagine how much easier it would be to find 10 investors at $100,000 each if they stood to make a healthy tax-free profit. That would create a lot more local jobs than paying off China. 

Paying off the debt can only be done by controlling spending and raising revenue through expansion of the economy. More government spending of money it doesn’t have, raising taxes, and destroying capital is not the answer. 

I could go on but he made my head hurt.

“D” Ok, hold on to your hat and sit down…here it comes….I agree with you, every bit of it (as I usually do). 

However, you are missing the point of my email. My email had nothing to do with whether or not his plan made sense or could work but rather the way in which he presented and the way in which he called out the republicans and put the onus on them … to pass or not to pass. It was nothing but a political move … it was oozing re-election but I think it will help give him the boost he needs. Remember, the typical, average American is probably closer to an idiot than a rocket scientist. Furthermore, when the competition is Romney and Perry (or Bachmann?), they are all too conservative and whack-a-doodle for the mainstream constituent. Plus, since when does the content of a speech matter? It doesn’t. But ‘how’ it is presented and the political gamesmanship that surrounds it is really what matters.

Bottom line is that we are all screwed. We haven’t talked in a while…how the hell are ya??

“B”: I’m doing good – work sucks – but I’m good.  Still waiting for you to come visit.

I don’t think his speech will give him the election as it had no effect on independents. At best he’ll get a short term bump. His hardcore base will vote for him no matter what. Repubs will vote for whoever their candidate winds up being. What’s interesting is that few people who voted for McCain are saying that “maybe I should have voted for Obama?” I haven’t heard of any. On the other hand, there are a lot of people who voted for Obama that are questioning whether he is the right guy and deserves a second term. His strategy has to be to not lose the independents, many of whom helped tea party candidates. You’ll be proud to know, though, that your question last night and my response are being used by a friend of mine for a commentary on Obama’s speech – I dubbed him the Stagnator in Chief. “Clio” runs TheBoldPursuit.com – a conservative forum. 

10 Years Later … Do We Remember?

by Clio, Publisher, The Bold Pursuit

In 10 days, we mark the 10th anniversary of the September 11th terrorist attacks. This is not a happy anniversary, but it is an important date and event to commemorate. Americans must never forget the events of that day.

We must remember for our safety, so that we remain vigilant in guarding our borders and monitoring potential threats.

We must remember for the families and friends of those who were murdered by members of an Al Qaeda Islamic terrorist cell.

Who can forget listening to those recorded messages left for loved ones; their last expressions of love and concern. The victims knew their deaths were imminent and would never again know the simple joy of embracing their children, spouses and parents.

We must remember for the first responders: firemen, police and paramedics. They taught us the truest definition of heroism.

Without concern for their personal safety, these heroes rushed into the World Trade Center Towers, already hellish infernos, attempting to save the lives of thousands of innocent civilians. Trapped by flames and wreckage caused by two airplanes filled with highly explosive jet fuel, almost 3000 souls were lost that morning, including the terrified passengers aboard the hijacked jets.

We must remember so that we can safeguard our history. We cannot allow revisionists to redact, edit or diminish the shock and misery experienced by those directly affected, as well as the rest of the America, as we watched the terrible events unfold on our television screens.

Political ideologies and agendas are off the table – we will make sure that the truth is told, the lost mourned, the survivors comforted, the heroes honored.

A friend on Facebook made this comment:

“The mainline media will have very little to do with us remembering this day of infamy! What are we going to do to remember the people jumping to their deaths to avoid the burning alive? The first responders and their families that are hurting? The ones missing and those left behind? I for one, will never forget!” 

My friend, we know we can’t trust most of the mainstream media to provide accurate and unbiased reportage, but we can tell the truth about that day.

We will tell our families.

We will post remembrances.

We will discuss our experiences and recollections.

We will write, publish, blog and tell the world.

We know what happened, we witnessed it and we will remember the ghastly, cowardly and evil acts perpetrated by Islamic terrorists at the World Trade Center, the Pentagon and in a vacant field in Shanksville, Pennsylvania where the hijacked plane passengers fought back in another testament of bold and noble heroism.

Below are two articles I wrote in observance of this grave day in American history. I will continue writing about September 11th and I, like you, will remember.

Why Every American is a Victim of 9/11 …

by Clio, September 11, 2010

First, The Bold Pursuit offers our condolences to those most affected by the terrorist attacks on September 11, 2001: the families, friends and associates of the victims. We also wish to pay tribute to the first responders who taught us the true meaning of heroism.

Nine years after that dreadful morning, the Cordoba Initiative, led by Chairman Imam Feisal Abdul Rauf, plans to construct a $100 million, 13-story Islamic center, including a mosque. Chairman Imam Rauf is quoted as saying, “I wouldn’t say that the United States deserved what happened [on September 11th], but the United States policies were an accessory to the crime that happened.”

There is fierce opposition to the Ground Zero mosque, the unsanctioned name of the structure based on its proximity – 500 feet – to the site of the most brutal terrorist attack on our nation and the de facto graveyard of many who perished on that day. “Ground Zero” is the location where innocents and heroes lost their lives in an act of premeditated evil … Please click here to read the full article: Why Every American is a Victim of 9/11

An Inconceivable Violation

by Clio, September 11, 2009

On September 11, 2001, I awakened late in the morning to another sunny day in Calabasas. Sunlight seeped through the slats of my bedroom blinds as I put on my robe and stumbled into the kitchen to make my morning cup of tea.

I didn’t rush or worry about getting to the office on time; I was recently unemployed. My company, a subsidiary of large privately-held publishing group, laid off its entire staff a few days earlier – the result of a depressed economy.

The light on my answering machine blinked, but I ignored it – probably another call to a company that used to have my phone number or a telemarketer.

After retrieving the newspaper, I closed my front door with one hand and pressed the play button on the answering machine with the other. I froze as I heard my mother’s voice, urging me to stay calm, that she and my Dad were okay and to not be afraid… end of message. My parents live in Portland, Oregon, so many thoughts raced through my mind: St. Helens erupted again, their house was on fire or there was a car accident.

I remember thinking that if it was St. Helens, it would probably be on the news, so I looked for the television remote while punching in my mother’s phone number: busy. I dropped the phone and turned on the TV.

Sights and sounds exploded before my eyes on CNN; my knees weakened and I crumbled to the carpet. With shaking hands holding the remote, I surfed the cable news channels, only to see the same visions of panic and pain. News anchors reported assaults on the Pentagon and New York and planes crashing in Pennsylvania, it was clear: America was under attack … Read the full article here: An Inconceivable Violation

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