And here is how the terrorist's world looks to a "typical" American...
Posted on 05/07/2008 12:39:00 PM PDT by forkinsocket
Some years ago, I received a terror threat. If I did not apologize publicly and profusely for a column that blasted the Iranian regime, I would be killed by Friday, Sept. 13 -- what an auspicious date! So I sent for the security experts, and this is what they told me: Your front and back doors are worthless; get armored ones. Order bulletproof windows. Build a safe room. Install panic buttons. Get rid of that silly chicken-wire fence and put in a steel and concrete one. Don't use the driveway; try to vary your access routes (which, I think, meant sneaking home through the neighbors' gardens). Pretty soon, we were talking six-figure costs and contemplating emigration to Iceland.
The appointed day of my demise came and went. (Real terrorists don't write letters; they just kill you.) But the moral of this story will remain etched in my mind: When security is at stake, there is no limit to fear or fortification.
Fear, in other words, is a tax, and al-Qaeda and its ilk have done better at extracting it from Americans than the Internal Revenue Service. Think about the extra half-hour millions of airline passengers waste standing in security lines; the annual cost in lost work hours runs into the billions. Add to that the freight delays at borders, ports and airports, the cost of checking money transfers as well as goods in transit, the wages for beefed-up security forces around the world. And that doesn't even attempt to put a price tag on the compression of civil liberties or the loss of human dignity from being groped in full public view by Transportation Security Administration personnel at the airport or from having to walk barefoot through the metal detector, holding up your beltless pants.
(Excerpt) Read more at washingtonpost.com ...
Well, I’ve been posting a graphic of the Porkfest Mo’Ham-Mud as a pig here and elsewhere and I’ve received no threats or anything.
Could this be similar to Hillary’s sniper moment or non-moment?
I think it’s because you work for the Washington Post and there are lots of muzzies around DC - now if you worked for the Washington Times, things would be different ...
Buy a gun or lots of them and man up and learn how to shoot - pansy.
Exactly!
Maybe because the terrorists can't find "Post Toasties" listed in the phone book?
Being on the defense gets you killed. They threaten you or I, we go after them, hard.
I go for the ‘lots of them’ strategy.
Entering CDG last July, they waved us through. Wife wanted a stamp and had to go ask for one. Leaving Paris, the security line took 5 minutes, didn't have to take off shoes, just carry bag into the xray and walk through metal detector.
Did they tell him to carry a GUN???
Real fear would be not flying at all.
They’re terrorists, fer cryin’ out loud - not cereal killers...
>>- pansy.<<
You made me spew Diet Coke! LOLOLOL! Good one!
And here is how the terrorist's world looks to a "typical" American...
Here's the little swine itself. Come get me, you flat earth moon cultists.
Spot == ding!
I notice it was a german commenting on how we appear to the world.
If the US were truly as bad as we’re made out to be, would not our reaction been comparable to the nazi jackboot, crushing the throat of islam? Or maybe as that of the world conquering napolean. Or maybe that of the murderous lenin or stalin.How about that brought on by the Spanish inquisition?
Seems to me an area peopled for over two thousand years would have learned to live in peace and prosperity, and not have to depend upon an upstart of a nation of a century and a halfs age to save them from themselves, not once, but twice in the same century.
But then, maybe we should try to live up to this terrible reputation, maybe then the eurotrash that constantly condemns us will respect us?It appears they do so love the truly muderous villian.
Wow. Someone here actually read the article!
I hear what you're saying. Traveling to Europe is such a piece of cake and a pleasant experience compared to dealing with our airports. Even as a born and bred American citizen --and active duty service member, I'm still treated with suspicion when I return from overseas by our fine boarding agents. I dread trying to return to the USA.
After spending over a year and a half arranging a visa for my Ukrainian wife, my biggest fear was that she would get held up in Atlanta International by some half-wit customs agent over a clerical error on her paperwork. Seriously, I was losing sleep over this! Fortunately, after interrogating her for a mere three hours, she was given clearance.
Is it any wonder European vacationers are finding elsewhere to go?
Your authentic Islamofascist terrorist wouldn’t make a threat to anyone at the Washington Post ~ they are allies.
I think he makes a good point. We would have been far better if our domestic reaction to 911 was to allow citizens to arm themselves rather than to institute a ton of security measures. There is always a balance between freedom and security and at the moment we have sacrificed way too much freedom for security.
The solution is NOT to go over and occupy a country or two and act like Police...
The solution is to exterminate them to the last man.
Sorta like this joke goes...
Three strangers strike up a conversation in the airport passenger lounge in Bozeman, Montana, awaiting their flights.
One is an American Indian passing through from Lame Deer. Another is a Cowboy on his way to Billings for a livestock show and the third passenger is a fundamentalist Arab student, newly arrived at Montana State University
from the Middle East.
Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim and the conversation falls into an uneasy lull.
The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table and tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face. The wind outside is blowing tumbleweeds around, and the old windsock is flapping; but still
no plane comes.
Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly he speaks, “At one time here, my people were many, but sadly, now we are few.”
The Muslim student raises an eyebrow and leans forward, “Once my people were few,” he sneers, “and now we are many. Why do you suppose that is?”
The Montana cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a drawl,
“That’s ‘cause we ain’t played Cowboys and Muslims yet!”
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