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Maggie’s Motivational Pic Thread v2.0 - - New Rules - See Post #1
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September 12, 2001 01:09 PM - LEONARD PITTS JR.
It’s my job to have something to say.
They pay me to provide words that help make sense of that which troubles the American soul. But in this moment of airless shock when hot tears sting disbelieving eyes, the only thing I can find to say, the only words that seem to fit, must be addressed to the unknown author of this suffering.
You monster. You beast. You unspeakable bastard.
Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause.
Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve.
Did you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together.
Let me tell you about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family, a family rent by racial, social, political and class division, but a family nonetheless. We’re frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous emotional energy on pop cultural minutiae - a singer’s revealing dress, a ball team’s misfortune, a cartoon mouse. We’re wealthy, too, spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and material goods, and maybe because of that, we walk through life with a certain sense of blithe entitlement. We are fundamentally decent, though - peace-loving and compassionate. We struggle to know the right thing and to do it. And we are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of faith, believers in a just and loving God.
Some people - you, perhaps - think that any or all of this makes us weak. You’re mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong in ways that cannot be measured by arsenals.
IN PAIN
Yes, we’re in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock. We’re still grappling with the unreality of the awful thing you did, still working to make ourselves understand that this isn’t a special effect from some Hollywood blockbuster, isn’t the plot development from a Tom Clancy novel. Both in terms of the awful scope of their ambition and the probable final death toll, your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts of terrorism in the history of the United States and, probably, the history of the world. You’ve bloodied us as we have never been bloodied before.
But there’s a gulf of difference between making us bloody and making us fall. This is the lesson Japan was taught to its bitter sorrow the last time anyone hit us this hard, the last time anyone brought us such abrupt and monumental pain. When roused, we are righteous in our outrage, terrible in our force. When provoked by this level of barbarism, we will bear any suffering, pay any cost, go to any length, in the pursuit of justice.
I tell you this without fear of contradiction. I know my people, as you, I think, do not. What I know reassures me. It also causes me to tremble with dread of the future.
In the days to come, there will be recrimination and accusation, fingers pointing to determine whose failure allowed this to happen and what can be done to prevent it from happening again. There will be heightened security, misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms. We’ll go forward from this moment sobered, chastened, sad. But determined, too. Unimaginably determined.
THE STEEL IN US
You see, the steel in us is not always readily apparent. That aspect of our character is seldom understood by people who don’t know us well. On this day, the family’s bickering is put on hold.
As Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as Americans, we will rise in defense of all that we cherish.
So I ask again: What was it you hoped to teach us? It occurs to me that maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred. If that’s the case, consider the message received. And take this message in exchange: You don’t know my people. You don’t know what we’re capable of. You don’t know what you just started.
But you’re about to learn.
What lesson did you hope to teach us by your coward’s attack on our World Trade Center, our Pentagon, us? What was it you hoped we would learn? Whatever it was, please know that you failed.
It’s my job to have something to say.
They pay me to provide words that help make sense of that which troubles the American soul. But in this moment of airless shock when hot tears sting disbelieving eyes, the only thing I can find to say, the only words that seem to fit, must be addressed to the unknown author of this suffering.
You monster. You beast. You unspeakable bastard.
Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause.
Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve.
Did you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together.
Let me tell you about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family, a family rent by racial, social, political and class division, but a family nonetheless. We’re frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous emotional energy on pop cultural minutiae - a singer’s revealing dress, a ball team’s misfortune, a cartoon mouse. We’re wealthy, too, spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and material goods, and maybe because of that, we walk through life with a certain sense of blithe entitlement. We are fundamentally decent, though - peace-loving and compassionate. We struggle to know the right thing and to do it. And we are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of faith, believers in a just and loving God.
Some people - you, perhaps - think that any or all of this makes us weak. You’re mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong in ways that cannot be measured by arsenals.
IN PAIN
Yes, we’re in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock. We’re still grappling with the unreality of the awful thing you did, still working to make ourselves understand that this isn’t a special effect from some Hollywood blockbuster, isn’t the plot development from a Tom Clancy novel. Both in terms of the awful scope of their ambition and the probable final death toll, your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts of terrorism in the history of the United States and, probably, the history of the world. You’ve bloodied us as we have never been bloodied before.
But there’s a gulf of difference between making us bloody and making us fall. This is the lesson Japan was taught to its bitter sorrow the last time anyone hit us this hard, the last time anyone brought us such abrupt and monumental pain. When roused, we are righteous in our outrage, terrible in our force. When provoked by this level of barbarism, we will bear any suffering, pay any cost, go to any length, in the pursuit of justice.
I tell you this without fear of contradiction. I know my people, as you, I think, do not. What I know reassures me. It also causes me to tremble with dread of the future.
In the days to come, there will be recrimination and accusation, fingers pointing to determine whose failure allowed this to happen and what can be done to prevent it from happening again. There will be heightened security, misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms. We’ll go forward from this moment sobered, chastened, sad. But determined, too. Unimaginably determined.
THE STEEL IN US
You see, the steel in us is not always readily apparent. That aspect of our character is seldom understood by people who don’t know us well. On this day, the family’s bickering is put on hold.
As Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as Americans, we will rise in defense of all that we cherish.
So I ask again: What was it you hoped to teach us? It occurs to me that maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred. If that’s the case, consider the message received. And take this message in exchange: You don’t know my people. You don’t know what we’re capable of. You don’t know what you just started.
But you’re about to learn.
What lesson did you hope to teach us by your coward’s attack on our World Trade Center, our Pentagon, us? What was it you hoped we would learn? Whatever it was, please know that you failed.
If they are following you, don't go home... Pull battery from your phone if you can... or put it in a faraday cage bag (don't you carry one?) Then let your pursuer follow you to some out-of-the-way place you have pre-selected. And then you may have your way with them.
Faraday bags should be in every car today!
Cheers,
Sirhr
I like your tactics. I live in the county already, and as far as needing an out-of-the-way place....I know a guy, several.
2011 IG nobel mathematics prize citation.
MATHEMATICS PRIZE: Dorothy Martin of the USA (who predicted the world would end in 1954), Pat Robertson of the USA (who predicted the world would end in 1982), Elizabeth Clare Prophet of the USA (who predicted the world would end in 1990), Lee Jang Rim of KOREA (who predicted the world would end in 1992), Credonia Mwerinde of UGANDA (who predicted the world would end in 1999), and Harold Camping of the USA (who predicted the world would end on September 6, 1994 and later predicted that the world will end on October 21, 2011), for teaching the world to be careful when making mathematical assumptions and calculations.
Let me finish that for you... pick one,
With a backhoe,
With a tractor
Or even better,
A pig farm
With a backhoe,
With a tractor
Or even better,
A pig farm
What about AOC? Doesn't she get a prize, other than a participation trophy? She told us that the world is going to end in 12 years.
IS that why you keep a mylar/ metallic bag in your center console?
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portable call phone blocking bag
Sounds like a man with a plan. I like to have a plan.
Dont put them in your Garmin though.
Or write them down and use a different GPS if you need the hole.
GPS tracks where you go. Probably always. So use a cheap one with coordinates plugged in, then chuck it on the hole after.
And never turn on or put batteries in the cheap one at home.
Not that I have thought of it......
Burner phones are your friend. So are netbooks. Buy at pawn shops with cash to ensure anonymity.
Am I giving away tradecraft here? Nah.... just common sense.
Even paranoids have enemies!!
Sirhr
The extra 3 shots after he hit the floor will probably get him in trouble......
I have 3 kids. 2 beautiful blonde hair, blue-eyed girls who will be more trouble in a few years than I want to contemplate.
Man must be prepared to protect his wife and kids.
Im well planned.....
Thanks!
Man must be prepared to protect his wife and kids.
Im well planned.....
Thanks!
How I spent what should have been my relaxing breakfast time.... not sure what chased him up there... bear, fisher or yote but AWOL was not coming down!
Damn cats.
Sirhr
Damn cats.
Sirhr
If I had to guess... the person who took the pictures might have requested cat assistance....
Kempter’s Fire Wire
Barely noticeable in the bottom of this photo is FDNY's Ladder 118 on their way to the Twin Towers. Every single man on that Truck died trying to rescue people that day. They were literally heading towards their own deaths when this photo was taken. They knew this job was a big one. I believe they knew firefighters would die. Yet, they answered the call. If that isn't the definition of courage then I don't know what is.
Gonna make some dandy slabs or boards outta that one @barneybdb. Here's my Eldest with one around 4" thick, 15 ft long, and in the neighborhood of 48"-50" wide. Old Growth Fir for his side line project.
Saw on FB. Idk the source, but like the message.
To atempt to ease some of the sorrow of this day, I have a story from last week, at a fire station in Texas. We've got a twisted sense of humor. Once the laughter subsided from something that shouldn't have been as funny, Brent said...
"When Firemen die, and go to heaven, God says I have to let you in, but you people go over there. Don't talk to anyone else."
"When Firemen die, and go to heaven, God says I have to let you in, but you people go over there. Don't talk to anyone else."
Sure thing @Garvey
Remember @sirhrmechanic was a popo, so he has to pretend to be like a fireman once in a while.
You know God made firemen so popo could have heroes...... ???
Remember @sirhrmechanic was a popo, so he has to pretend to be like a fireman once in a while.
You know God made firemen so popo could have heroes...... ???
Never Forget- Al Qaeda’s A team went up against a pick up team made of United’s frequent flier program- and got their asses handed to them.
During my time on the volunteer FD, we had a portly guy with MR who had been adopted by the dept years before my arrival.
Jeff’s dad had ran out when he was young, so Jeff lived with his elderly mom and his alcoholic brother.
Every time Jeff was at the station when a call dropped, we would bring him along in the engine. All he ever wanted was to help and make a difference.
When we rolled out of the door of the station in the rig, Jeff would say “Let’s Roll!”
He loved that story of ordinary citizens rising up and doing extraordinary things.
Jeff’s dad had ran out when he was young, so Jeff lived with his elderly mom and his alcoholic brother.
Every time Jeff was at the station when a call dropped, we would bring him along in the engine. All he ever wanted was to help and make a difference.
When we rolled out of the door of the station in the rig, Jeff would say “Let’s Roll!”
He loved that story of ordinary citizens rising up and doing extraordinary things.
