Nora Garriga, "The Jumpers: A 9/11 Story"Hello Mother,
Can you hear me?
I called to tell you goodbye…
These flames grow closer,
And the smoke is getting thicker.
Daddy, please say a prayer with me before I die.
Because there is no way out of this,
And I know soon I won’t exist.
Sister, share with me one last cry…
For these planes have landed,
And I’m left stranded
On this burning island in the sky.
Brother, it’s so hard to breathe in here,
Smoke so thick it makes my eyes burn and tear
This is not how I pictured the end of my life.
Rescue cannot get to me
Mass confusion blocks my relief
So I share my last words with you, sweet wife…
This burning building will not be my end,
So, to the ledge I feel beckoned,
Please give the kids a last kiss for me, dear husband.
The outside breeze so entices me
Away from this tragedy
Cooling my skin that is being singed from the flames surrounding me.
So I jump, without fear
Towards my own heaven
To join the rest that left
On Nine Eleven.
Friday, September 11, 2015
You'll Never Fall Away!
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God bless you this Sept 11th my patriot friend Fj:)
You too, Angel!
_____ A Wry Memorial _____
The Swarthy Ones took over;
And made weapons of four planes.
The riders had no cover;
They suffered dreadful pains
That ended once their deathtraps
Burst into roaring fires
Turning instantly to mere scraps ––
Cinders –– made of former flyers.
The burning towers crumpled,
And fell into the street.
New York was more than rumpled;
It briefly knew defeat.
The nation drew together;
We felt collective grief.
Anger broke its tether;
To express it gave relief.
But just a short time hence
We were at each other's throats;
And built ourselves a fence
Over which the Devil gloats.
We've failed to give the orders
To build a proper wall
Sealing off our borders
To the fiends who’d cause our fall.
Instead, we've made division,
Went to war against ourselves,
Became mired in derision
Sparked by partisan elves,
Who forget this blessed land
In pursuit of powers lost
In close elections manned
By fraud. So, tempest-tossed
The country’s now in turmoil.
The Enemy's our own.
He said ‘twas all for Big Oil,
And then usurped the Throne.
The heap of twisted rubble
Raising toxic fumes for weeks
No longer gives us trouble
Because of media leaks
Designed to throw us off the scent
Of whom we need to blame
And encourage ruinous dissent
That hopes to break the frame
That holds us all together
And preserves our liberty,
So many now doubt whether
We really should be free.
And each rabble rousing louse
Should 'neath these words be pinned:
"He who troubleth his own house
Shall inherit ––– the wind."
~ FreeThinke
A PERSONAL RECOLLECTION of EVENTS SURROUNDING 911
I was watching television in a waiting room in the Maumenee Building at Johns Hopkins when all hell broke loose almost in real time right before my eyes. I had traveled over at thousand miles to undergo my first corneal transplant by Dr. Maumenee. The next thing we knew the PENTAGON was hit by another weaponized plane.
Needless to say the eye surgery was "canceled until further notice" as all available medical personnel prepared to head toward the Pentagon.
I remember seeing three different Muslim women covered from head to toe in black slinking eerily along the corridors outside the waiting room. I had to fight the impulse to smash them to the floor, rip their obscene garments off their ugly bodies, and spit on them before stomping them to jelly.
I had never felt anything remotely like that degree of rage before in my life.
I thank God I somehow was able to restrain myself.
DIDADIN was born the very next day, however.
I had flown to Baltimore, but had to take the train back. The most miserable trip I've ever had to endure. The weather was hot. The coach was filthy, the air-conditioning was broken, the toilets were stopped up, the smell of sh-t wafted out into the corridors, the cars were filed to overflowing with dreary, badly dressed, unwashed, dull-eyed people looking for all the world like peasant refugees in an old movie.
I had to sit next to a guy with terrible body odor and serious bad breath for TWENTY-SEVEN HOURS. The food was inedible.
Overnight, our once- beautiful homeland seemed transformed into a Turd World country. In many ways we've never recovered from 911. I wonder now if we ever shall?
There is only ONE sensible solution to ALL this incredible barrage of bothersome BS. and that is a UTILITARIAN solution –– a FINAL Solution:
DIDADIN
Detain
Intern
Disempower
And
Deport
Islamaniacs
Now
D-I-D-A-D-I-N!
Those who would be kind to the cruel are sure to be cruel to the kind."
"Those who expect to reap the blessing of freedom must, like men, undergo the fatigue of supporting it."
~ Thomas Paine (1737-1809)
DIDADIN!
However illegal, impolitic, inadvisable, unconstitutional, un-American, immoral or impracticable others claim it to be I will maintain that position till my dying day.
When the Handwriting on the Wall sends a clear, uncompromising message, and STILL we fail to heed its stern warning, we DESERVE to be ECLIPSED.
FACE IT: Either it's DIDADIN or BE DAMNED.
I prefer to just keep the ME Immigration quotas extremely LOW whilst enforcing all national laws surrounding ILLEGAL immigration. A few terries might do us some damage that way... but I can live with it.
Trying to ERADICATE the problem isn't a viable option. The best course, IMO, is to minimize it.
We can only hope to diminish an evil, if we ceaselessly work to annihilate it.
Trying to eliminate Death may be an exercise in futility, BUT only in trying to defeat Death could we hope to finding meaning in Existence and experience joy in Life.
In case you've never noticed it before: LIFE is a PARADOX.
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