Protesting Justice
Here we go again. We have around 7000 of our civilian
population dead in the streets due to an act of aggression, some
say, an act of war. A sneak attack surpassing the attack that
drew us into World War II perpetrated against an American city
by a group of people who hate our way of life and think they
will be rewarded by God if they die in the act of killing us.
Most of the bodies have not been recovered. Wives and husbands,
mothers and fathers, sons and daughters are left to look on in
grieving horror as heavy equipment is used to move tons of
debris off the site where their loved ones lie murdered.
Seems like a perfect time for the cockroaches from America's
colleges and universities to swarm out of their "reality free"
ivory towers and hold protests in Washington DC doesn't it? Yes
ladies and gentlemen of the United States, you have sent your
precious little Susies and Johnnys off to the University for a
higher education and what you get in return are anti-American
whining little turncoats with zero understanding of what it
takes to afford them the freedoms that they so callously flaunt.
Having had their minds filled with nothing in the government
high schools they were ripe for the picking by tenured American
hating professors who infest our college classrooms.
People will tell you that the youth and their warped
professors have every right to protest in the United States and
they are absolutely correct. People will tell you that these
misguided few have every right to freedom of speech and they are
absolutely correct. People will tell you that protest is a time
honored American tradition with its roots in the Revolution and
they will also be correct.
But who will tell the protesters gathered out in front of the
White House with their lame issues and tired old slogans the
cost of these rights? Who will tell the protesters that with
freedom, comes sacrifices and vigilance? Who will explain to
these children of privilege the price paid so that they can spit
in the face of those who died on September 11th?
I have been listening to the supporters of those poised to
protest against the war on terrorism on the television and
radio. They say they are protesting the war. They are not. Our
part of the war hasn't even started yet. They are protesting so
that America doesn't react to the war made on us. They are
protesting to prevent us from retaliation against those who have
killed so many of our friends, family and neighbors. They are
protesting so that we do nothing to ensure their children's or
their grandchildren's right to protest in the future. They are
protesting to put forth their cynical belief that the effort
made to give them these rights should no longer be pursued. They
have joined Osama bin Laden in saying that our way of life does
not deserve to survive.
These poor ignorant kids are being led down the garden path
by a group of "has been" 1960's radicals, passed over by the
world while they have lived their miserable little lives
reliving the memories of protesting Vietnam. Suddenly, the
country they hate has been attacked so they have dusted off
their peace symbols and bell bottoms, and seek to live
vicariously through the dull witted youths from their
classrooms.
In the Vietnam War, we were involved in the civil unrest of a
once united country that had been artificially separated into
two camps. The North, which believed that enslaving the people
was good and the South, which disagreed. The people leading the
protests of today supported the North. In the war on terrorism
there is little ambiguity. The enemy has killed our people on
our soil. They have a stated goal to kill as many Americans as
they can find. Including the protesters. They have made it known
that they have no regard for human life, ours or theirs. These
are the people the protesters would have us ignore for killing
our citizens. These are the people the protesters would have us
coddle. These are the people the protesters would have destroy
us so that we can avoid using military force. To me there is at
least one clear enemy…maybe two.