The Morning Wood Calls a Bluff

Remember yesterday? Nah, me either. But it was a big day, yesterday. Lots of things happening. We reported on the Romney/Ryan campaign stop at Red Rocks on a picture perfect, warm Colorado night in October, and we told you about Donald Trump’s “bombshell” that wasn’t a bombshell at all, but was really more of a warm fart in a cold church.

To each his own, I guess.

Well, we were very impressed with Sir Mittens’ ability to get Kid Rock to play “music” for the old people in attendance, and extremely impressed he managed to get 12,000 people off the couch and up the hills to Red Rocks for a political rally! Obviously, the tide has turned and we will see glorious return to American superiority under a President Romney starting early in the morning on November 7th, because as the saying goes, “as big crowds at Red Rocks go, so goes the nation.” Or something like that.
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9/11 Mourning Wood

Every year, we have to face this date on the calendar. And every year, I’m left without words to describe the awfulness of that day, when 19 unsmiling men woke up early to fly planes into New York skyscrapers.

Honestly? After 11 years of going through it, I don’t have words for it anymore. I felt numb that day, and I feel numb now, and when I think of Osama bin Laden I wish we could kill him again. I really do. And if that makes me vengeful, then I’m vengeful. Seriously, fuck that guy.

But that event — the killing of bin Laden in a late night raid in Abottabad, Pakistan — was the only thing related to the entire event of September 11th, 2001, that could bring me any feeling of… anything. I read now about the problems with national security, about how the Bush administration knew more than they did anything about leading up to the attacks, and I feel nothing; I don’t want to think of former presidents as lazy, and out of touch, and stubborn, and refusing to listen to their advisers.

I read stories now from people complaining that President Obama “takes credit” for authorizing the raid that killed bin Laden, which just seems extremely petty when you consider that A) he was our greatest enemy as a nation, and B) some country bumpkin wrote a song about “stickin’  a boot up” bin Laden’s “ass” in a celebratory manner. But, I suppose, that bumpkin wasn’t a Democrat, and he wasn’t a black man, so he’s allowed to pre-emptively do some ass-kicking.

So if you’ll excuse me, I’ll mention that today, 9/11 doesn’t seem so dark.

With bin Laden dead, we should all be spiking footballs.

Because for the second September 11th in a row, America can continue to heal without that scourge on our minds.

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