Being in the rurals of north Georgia, I wasn’t particularly worried about my own safety. I was expecting another hit that day on one of our cities, though I figured it would be the midwest; a place unexpected from the day before.
The eeriest thing, and one I’ll never forget, was the almost absolute silence of the skies. We’d hear the occasional jet, knowing it was military, it gave one comfort overshadowed with uneasiness at the same time.
I was in DC and the constant flyovers by the military airplanes were the ONLY comforting thing that day. I woke up wondering if NOW they would finally get these murderous, traitorous Muslims out of our country, but that didn’t happen. It still hasn’t happened. I drove over to the Pentagon and fed my rage, which I did again yesterday. The only Muslims who left our country that day were Bin Laden’s family, whom OUR GOVERNMENT flew out of the country for their own safety, our safety being a lesser concern. Insert picture of falling man here. And see my tagline.