I would surmise that I was not alone in feeling a little queasy about today, the 8th anniversary of the attack on the World Trade Center. Throughout the day I kept checking the news sites to make sure nothing had blown up suddenly.  So far, at least, there have been no attacks.  The next few days will be an irritant to my paranoia bump too, but I'll just thank God for today and hope for the best for tomorrow.

You see, I think we are setting ourselves up for another successful attack—successful from their point of view.  President Barack Obama has been the poster boy for ambivalent behavior about WWIII. First he's going to empty Gitmo, then he can't, then he's going to use tribunals, then he's not. For a while even the use of the word "terrorism" is banned, then it returns, then it's gone, then... About the only thing he has done consistently is apologize to our enemies and alienate our oldest and most loyal allies.  Israel, England, Honduras, the list goes on and on. We've allowed the Hydra-Heads of State of the governments most likely to destroy us to be feted at the UN while leaving Israel to wonder if they are going to have to face a nuclear Iran alone. Israel's PM has openly referred to Barack Obama as an "arrogant youth." Russia's President patted Barack Obama on the head and left him looking like a chastened child after their recent meeting.

I remember September 11, 2001 as clearly as if it were actually today.  I am as upset and angry today as I was that day. But, apart from a few of my friends at work, I seem to be the only one who remembers that day.  As most of you know, I am a high school teacher. Even my seniors were only ten years old on that day.  I spoke to a few. They knew the adults around them were upset, but weren't sure why and, for most of them, life proceeded pretty much as it had before.

As a nation, we are forgetting. Our children aren't taught how their government was designed to work and we are prohibited, as teachers, from inculcating them in the values that made America great.  We act as if we are ashamed of our past and afraid of our future.  It has somehow become wrong to go boldly, confident we are right.  President Barack Obama and his ilk have focused us on what our nation did wrong rather than on the changes we've made toward our ideals. We've discovered that Barack Obama's passionate oratory is a thin shell covering a man who hates his nation and has no respect for its citizens. The liberal left has succeeded in making us look weak and now, be weak.
 
Recently, some ruckus was made about Barack Obama's move to make 9/11 into a generalized National Day of Remembrance.  Given holidays like President's Day, Memorial Day, Independence Day, Veteran's Day and all the plethora of Days we celebrate, I'm not sure I know what he wants us to remember since it certainly doesn't seem to be the attack on the Twin Towers.  I read that he called for volunteers to his Youth Service plan, a sort of low-cost Obama Youth in purple shirts.  Brown is so passe' this year.

I have a suggestion.  Let's call it our National Day of Reaffirmation, the day we all stand and recite the Pledge of Allegiance and rededicate ourselves to our founding principles, our on-going determination to make this land the safest, most innovative, most productive and most free in the world.  Make it the day when our President looks into a TV camera and reminds the architect of the 9/11 attack that we haven't forgotten him and that when we find him, we won't be carrying any handcuffs or reading him his rights. Make it a day for us to practice the steely-eyed gaze that once froze dictators in their tracks, promised to avenge cruelty and liberate the oppressed.

You've seen the look I mean. Clint Eastwood once bestowed that trademark look on a TV interviewer and so flustered the man he had to break for commercial while he regained his composure.  It's the same furrowed brow, narrowed eyes and snarling scowl we see on Joe Biden's face just before he says something stupid.

Next year's 9/11 will be the same span of time away from national elections as this one was.  Let us band together and make sure that our freshly conservative Congress will declare 9/11 to be the day we remind ourselves what our freedom really cost and declare that we will never again come so close to surrendering that freedom to the evil in white robes that promises nirvana if we'll just let them take us there. Let it be the day we tell the world we don't give a damn what they think, we are proud of ourselves, our history and our freedom.  Proud enough that we'll resume teaching our children how our government is designed to work, teaching our real history, warts and all, and teaching them that the future is bright, with ever more progress, ever more innovation, ever more prosperity, and ever more real, tangible freedom for every American.  Let it be the day that we promise our friends that they can rely upon us once again to remain real friends, not schizophrenic lunatics who change our political personality like teenage girls change boyfriends.

Finally, let it be the day that we promise our enemies that they are welcome to run their countries any way their people will tolerate, but if they harm one American, they harm us all—and they won't enjoy the response.  We can be that shining beacon of freedom in the world once again.

Let's call it, oh, how about 9/11? It doesn't matter what we call it.  It matters that we do it.

So, tomorrow, begin recruiting new people for this network.  Join the other conservative groups, send the email and sign the petitions.  Donate whatever you can spare to conservative candidates with real chances to defeat their liberal opponents and send the receipt to your favorite liberal politician as a kind of preliminary pink-slip.

We don't have much for which to thank Barack Obama, but his legacy will be that he reawakened the Sleeping Giant, the American people, energized and participating in their government—just like the Founders intended.