Leftists are seriously twisted people.
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I get the impression that you think that the West was in some way responsible for the tragedy of September 11.
Lets put it this way. The so-called West, and really we're talking about the United States, and to a lesser extent its pathetic puppy dog in England, have a real problem on their hands. Regrettably, it's payback time for the Americans and they have a problem ...
"They" as if he is not American. Legally, he is - but in his heart, like any far-leftist, he's anti-American.
Note the name-calling directed at England - how dare they ally with the US!
...because all the other enemies since the end of World War Two that they pretended to contend with .. were basically fabricated enemies. The Soviet Union was a conservative bureaucracy by the end of World War Two, which apart from the sphere of influence it carved out--mostly for defensive reasons--was plainly in retrospect a stabilising force in international affairs.
So the USSR was never really a threat to anyone, huh.
Then the enemies that the US conjured up as the Soviet Union fell into decline beginning in the early 1980`senemies like Libya, Iraq, narco-terrorists and so forththese were basically enemies created by the United States to--among other things--justify repressive policies around the world, and to inflate its military budget. Now they do have a problem on their hands, and its going to exact a cost from Americans. The American elites can talk about honour and creativity until the cows come home, but it's not going to be like the Iraq shooting fish in a barrel situation, like they did when they destroyed Iraq in 1991.
Not like "shooting fish in a barrel" like Iraq, he says hopefully. Bet you he's disappointed the war is going so well for us right now.
Frankly, part of me says - even though everything since September 11 has been a nightmare--'you know what, we deserve the problem on our hands because some things Bin Laden says are true'. One of the things he said on that last tape was that 'until we live in security, you're not going to live in security', and there is a certain amount of rightness in that.
"We deserve the problem..." - America had it coming, he says.
"Some of the things Bin Ladin says are true" - Of course he'd think so - except for the Islamic language, the things Osama said are straight out of the Chomskyite bible.
Why should Americans go on with their lives as normal, worrying about calories and hair loss, while other people are worrying about where they are going to get their next piece of bread? Why should we go on merrily with our lives while so much of the world is suffering, and suffering incidentally not with us merely as bystanders, but with us as the indirect and direct perpetrators. So that I think that you can summon up all the heroic and self-aggrandizing rhetoric you want, but there is a problem facing all of us now, and maybe it's about time that the United States starts having to confront the same sort of problems that much of humanity has had to confront on a daily basis for God knows how long.
How dare those fat, hair-losing Americans "go on with their (petty) lives as normal" - it's about time they get what they deserve, he says.
And now for a very different opinion - I like this guy:
frontpagemagazine.com
I Love America by Jamie Glazov
I have loved America my whole life – despite the scorn and ridicule I have faced for doing so. I spent many years on the university campus, you see.
I was born in Moscow in 1966. From my first moment of birth, I existed in an atmosphere of terror. This was not because I was abused by my parents. I swam in their love. But Mom and Dad were dissidents in the Soviet Union and they waited for a knock at the door at any moment. They knew that the KGB could come anytime and take them away. And what would happen to me, my brother, and my sister?
Even though I was a child, the fear and hysterical paranoia that Soviet totalitarianism instilled in me, and in my family, has remained ingrained in me till this day.
There was a KGB operation in process to arrest my father, but Dad took a risk and applied for a visa to get out of the Soviet Union. That act alone could have landed him in a psychiatric hospital. Till this day, I am convinced that one of our guardian angels was working overtime. We were allowed out.
I remember how, as we were planning our departure, my older brother, Grisha, assured me that we were on our way to a paradise – America. He was nine years old and I was five. His description of America was something that only dreams were made of. He assured me that it was filled with toys and chocolate bars.
We lived in Rome and Milan for a while. That was paradise already, because I received toys and candies that I had never before laid eyes on. I could even eat as many bananas as I wanted to.
After four months, we arrived in New York City. Grisha was right. I will never forget my first experience in the department stores. Throughout my childhood, I had to improvise with large spoons in order to pretend they were rifles. Now, my jaw dropped open for hours at a time as I stared in awe at the infinite number of toy rifles available to me.
The impact of freedom, as well as of the new standard of living, left an indelible impression on my soul. I will never forget how ecstatic my parents were to get access to the books that they had dreamed of all of their lives, and how they now had the time to read them. They were liberated, after all, from standing for hours in long lines just to feed their children. Dad could also now publicly speak out in defense of Soviet citizens who were languishing in the Gulag and in psychiatric hospitals for their political and religious beliefs. And he could do so without fear.
It was a miracle. It was America.
And then, I gradually began to notice something very bizarre and frightening. There were certain people, from the universities, who reprimanded my father at our dinner table and told him that America was the most terrible place in the world. They were like aliens to me, and they left a bitter taste in my mouth and anger in my heart. It was personal.
Looking back now, I understand that these were members of the counterculture and the anti-war demonstrators of that time. As a child, I hated their guts.
I still hate their guts.
I remember when we first moved to Halifax, Nova Scotia, we ran into something as repulsive and putrid as the KGB. My father had come to teach at Dalhousie University. At one of our first social gatherings, a woman professor said to my parents: "Oh yes, we have a great department. Edgar Friedenberg teaches here. He is American but very good."
American but very good? I remember how my parents were horrified when they came home that night. My father remarked that that was how Russians talked about Jews in Russia. Mom and Dad were soon to learn that Canadian anti-Americanism was a mutated form of Russian anti-Semitism.
I love America. America gave my family its first real safe haven from hell. It protected the free world from the cannibalistic system that murdered and bestialized millions of my people.
In this world, where so many people trample and spit on the American flag, and, like the Islamic fanatics, even relish burning it, I will say this: give me an American flag and I will bow in front of it.
And I will kiss it. |
