F.E.A.R.

Conservative commentators have often noted that the political left in America have a strange love affair with fear. They fear death, they fear life, they fear that someone might get hurt. They fear that drinking coffee or eating eggs will kill you, and they fear that we’re destroying the planet. Fear of being offended. Fear of being judged. The list goes on so far that we could be here all day and not name a tenth of the things the left is afraid of.

It does not escape me that when the left tries to insult us, they label us as either being afraid of something or as “fear-mongers.” Take for example the epithets “homophobic” and “islamophobic.” If I understand correctly (and I do), a phobia is an irrational fear of something.

Regardless of the name-calling, I can assure those on the left that I fear no evil. What have I to be irrationally afraid of? People can do as they wish, until they step on me to do it. They don’t live their lives to please me, nor do I live to please them. The only harm done is perhaps a wounding of pride or a pang of conscience, but there’s no more damage done than there is to me when the leftist tells me that I’m afraid of gays or Muslims.

The pioneer spirit is what made America great. We’ve torn that down, and replaced it with a nation of hand-wringing ninnyhammers, afraid of the merest sunburn. It’s time to sort that out. We need to grow a national back-bone. We start that process by toughening up individually. We’ve become too sensitive, like a tooth that is offended by cold. Life is too short to allow other people the power to offend you. Simply ignore it and move on.

“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist
in nature, nor do children of humans as a whole experience it.
Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure.
Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.”

-Hellen Keller

Calling Things What They Are

The War on Terror.
The War Against Militant Islam.
The Current Struggle in the Middle East.

We didn’t start this war, so I don’t think it fair that we should name it. These names shift the focus away from the aggressors, and may make the implication that this is “our” war. It is not.

The battles in which we are currently engaged are responses to the Jihad declared against us. I do not think that the correct term for “retaliation to Jihad” is “crusade,” no matter how easy it may be to so name it. I propose that we call this conflict by the same name that our enemies call it; the Jihad. Doing so shifts ownership of the blame for this whole affair back to the Jihadis that started it.

A day that lives in infamy.

In a few hours time, December 7th 2006 will fall upon Pearl Harbor. 2471 Americans died in that attack, but America came to life. The Nips visited us with violence, and we returned it with a portion a good deal larger than they could enjoy. The attack was an act of war, and we responded with appropriate righteous fury. We take this time to remember and honor our grandfathers and great grandfathers who were slaughtered that day. We do not look back in mourning of our dead, but in anger at the cowardly act by our enemy.

It is interesting to note that during the time of the Pearl Harbor attack, Hawaii was not a US state, but was a US territory.

We call into contrast the reaction to the attack on the second USS Cole (DDG 67) in Aden, Yemen on October 12, 2000. 17 sailors were killed, and 39 others were injured. America sniffled, whimpered, then lost interest and got bored with the whole affair. President Clinton derided it as an “act of terrorism” when it was, in fact, an act of war. Neither the Clinton administration nor the Bush administration after it did much in the way of vengeance with respect to the Cole and her sailors.

This is emblematic of America’s current turmoil. The followers of the false prophet (may pieces of swine be cast unto him) have declared war on us. The Cole attack was an opening salvo of that war. Six years later, we are having debates about wether or not we are “just” to fight the enemy. Half of the country still believes that they have seen the enemy, and it is we.

Whilst we debate, our real enemies laugh and plot. The glittering monuments to colossal heathenism that laid the plan to destroy the USS Cole escaped a Yemeni prison in February of this year. They are still at large.

Our righteous fury and our desire to face and defeat the enemy have become flaccid with the fusillade of erectile disfunction advertisements in our electronic and print media.

The aphorism that “Old people know stuff” is true. Our grandfathers and great grandfathers knew how to fight. They knew when to fight. It is rumored that the Nips did not invade mainland America because they knew that there would be “a rifle behind every blade of grass.” This implied a skilled and committed man behind the trigger of each rifle.

The followers of the false prophet (may pieces of swine be cast unto him) follow the pattern of destroying the lives of uninvolved people to force political change. Their goal is nothing less than global sharia. If you think the NSA “warrantless wiretap” program is bad, you just wait.

As bad as it is now, I think that we still have time. We are only losing this war because it is boring and we are not interested in admitting that it exists. It is time to come alive. It may be a bad war, but hey, it is the only one we’ve got!

As for my blade of grass, it is currently covered by a 1944 Mosin Nagant M44 Carbine. This is an extremely unattractive piece, of Russian manufacture. It was built by slave labor in the Izhevsk Arsenal. It is powerful, reliable, accurate enough, and currently very cheap in the US market. Very good examples of this piece may be had for as little as $80, and surplus Soviet bloc ammunition for it is ridiculously cheap in bulk at less than 10 cents per round.

To my fellow citizens, I issue the challenge to regain that proud fighting spirit of our forefathers. In 2007, plant a flagpole in your yard. Fly “Old Glory” at the top, fly Gadsden’s Flag below, and let any follower of the false prophet (may pieces of swine be cast upon him) that your blade of grass is covered.