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And the Sunlight That Sings

September 11th, 2013 - 5:52 am

A magpie in Picardy
Told me secret things—
Of the music in white feathers,
And the sunlight that sings
And dances in deep shadows—
He told me with his wings.

He told me that in Picardy,
An age ago or more,
While all his fathers still were eggs,
These dusty highways bore
Brown, singing soldiers marching out
Through Picardy to war.

He said that still through chaos
Works on the ancient plan,
And two things have altered not
Since first the world began—
The beauty of the wild green earth
And the bravery of man.


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12 years out, and the rest of our lives to go.

We will be who we make ourselves to be. We were told that there was NO WAY! that radical Islam could defeat us, in the days after Sept. 12.

Our President's name is Barack Hussein Obama.

12 years out, and the rest of our lives to go.
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Some wounds can only be cleansed by fire.
You must not cover them up, hide them or allow them to fester in darkness.

They must be cauterized.

There is an open wound, an infection within human civilization. It must be burned with the fire of the sun.
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Ichabod
It's an old name from the Bible.
I've never met anyone named Ichabod nor ever heard of anyone so named.
It's as unlikely a name to hear as Judas.
The Philistines had attacked Israel and the two foolish sons of the High Priest, Eli, thought that by carrying the Ark of the Covenant into battle God would not permit them to lose.
They were wrong.
The Ark was captured and the two sons killed by the Philistines and when he heard of it, Eli fell backwards and died.
The news reached the wife of one of the sons and she went into labour and delivered a son.
She named him Ichabod; "For the Glory of God has departed from Israel."
That is where we are.
The Glory of God has departed from us.
The solution to our troubles won't be found in the assembly lines at Lockheed or Boeing.
It isn't being built on the slipways at General Dynamics.
No piece of legislature will solve it.
No Executive Order will cure it.
The Glory of God has departed from us.
How do we persuade it to return?
50 weeks ago
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This anniversary of the September 11th attacks finds us as Americans in a strange place: A disenchanted nation with a humiliated egotist of a president with no recourse but to endure the taunts of a gloating Vladimir Putin, standing victorious on the world stage like a real-life Auric Goldfinger, mocking the idea of anything exceptional about our nation and its people. He would argue that we are driven just as much by cynicism and self-interest as any other nation. It indeed seems difficult at this moment to refute such an argument. The Obama administration and its many hangers on have been exposed as such for all the world to see. But while they were stoking egos and playing to a narrow audience of like-minded elites, Obama, Hillary, Kerry and so many others brought their bluster to the table expecting a game of Texas Hold ‘Em only to now realize, belatedly, that they have been playing with chess masters.

Those who have built the strategic tar babies of divided Korea, Vietnam, the Arab-Israeli wars, Lebanon, terrorism in the 1980s, Afghanistan, Hezbollah, Velayat-e faqih, Iraq, the islamists in Turkey and Egypt, Pakistan, and so many other places would hand us yet another tar baby called Syria and place their collective guilt upon us. In our naïve arrogance, we have deemed it not only our responsibility, but our right to take on yet another burden. Barack Hussein Obama: The Smartest Man Ever To Become President ™ and Savior Of The World. His puffery has been exposed as empty and crass cynicism. The cognoscenti who worship him would agree with Putin and say that our folly has been based in the belief of our own exceptionalism.

The Left has spent 50 years hammering away at that cultural edifice. It is no wonder that the people of America have begun to believe it, and to doubt. But I have met kids in Kirkuk, Iraq, and so many other places, who hold to a vision of America that our elites would roll their eyes at, and that would bring shame to others who have stood by while their countrymen turned away from it and commended it to a world of halcyon fantasy. September 11th, 2001, taught me something different.

The dread of that day will never leave me: Waking up to NPR reporting a plane crash at the WTC, followed by the second tower being hit. Wondering when San Francisco or LA was going to be hit. Talking with my best friend describing F-16s from his unit blasting off and going supersonic over his city with live missiles, wondering about the thoughts of the pilots who might have to shoot down an airliner to prevent the deaths of thousands. Wondering about the nature and location of follow-up attacks in America’s heartland. Watching Rick Leventhal show amazing bravery and sensitivity in the absolute chaos of streets of New York, juxtaposed with footage from Ramallah that I watched with unmitigated disgust as the Palestinians cheered the attacks, wishing that at that moment that the last thing they would ever see would be a blinding light about 2,000 feet over their heads. Nobody talks about the restraint that President Bush showed on that day….

Later that morning, I bought a flag, some angle iron, built an improvised flag holder for my pickup, and drove throughout the streets of my city. As evening fell, spontaneously, people gathered at the corners of many major intersections. Candles and the sounds of so many nearly forgotten hymns. “America, America, God shed His grace on thee….” In the heartbreak and horror of that night, so many sought out and found what had been forgotten, that the nation of Reagan, Eisenhower, Truman, Roosevelt, and so many others back over 200 years still existed. In its misery, so many in America rediscovered its soul on that night. I was one of them. We remembered a nation founded on a responsibility to a Creator, and the rights that all human beings possess under Natural Law, a nation that enshrined those concepts into its Constitution, and that has stood for human dignity, liberty, and freedom. How, over the past five years, we have strayed from these moorings by the siren call of godless progressivism and an ethos founded upon labile, self-defined “rights.”

Some time back, I posed the question here as to whether a people are identical with their leaders? Putin and so many others would have us believe so, to look upon the examples of Obama, Hillary, and Kerry as a reflection of the American voters, and therefore the American people. My answer to that smug and deviously brilliant sonofabeeyatch is, “Hell no!” Take the dead lord you invoked so piously in your screed against the American people on today, of all days, and shove it up your.... ;0)

Remember who we are, hold to it, and fiercely defend it against all enemies, foreign and domestic.
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Nice title for the thread. But perhaps now it's time, and I think it's past time, and it was time on 9/12/2001 (as Americans write it) for another sort of sunlight.

Th sunlight that roars.
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The notion has been discussed here from time to time. My extended and final response can be found here:

http://sagenopteris.blogspot.com/2012/09/pacing-out-armageddon.html
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Let me add my sentiments to those just below; we can never repay those who have given the most.

I'm reading David Mamet's book, The Secret Knowledge. We all know he can write but his thinking is crystal-clear; he is an apostate liberal who has seen the light.

He highlights perfectly the kind of thinking that causes our ''leaders'' to think of the military as disposable items, terrorist murder as ''workplace violence.''

He is scathing without even raising his voice. Read his comments on cultural evolution, then consider the idea of ''nation-building''. In certain circles it's perfectly obvious ... isn't it?
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Thank God for every warrior standing up for our freedom in this maddog world. They are the best men of this generation who have earned their place at the table by laying their precious lives down for us.
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and on the line for those still in harm's way. Amen.
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Amen to that.
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This is an eyewitness (not media) video of the September 11th attack on New York: http://preview.tinyurl.com/pjqe7aj

Never Forget.
50 weeks ago
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12 years out, and the rest of our lives to go.

We will be who we make ourselves to be. We were told that there was NO WAY! that radical Islam could defeat us, in the days after Sept. 12.

Our President's name is Barack Hussein Obama.

12 years out, and the rest of our lives to go.
50 weeks ago
50 weeks ago Link To Comment
Some wounds can only be cleansed by fire.
You must not cover them up, hide them or allow them to fester in darkness.

They must be cauterized.

There is an open wound, an infection within human civilization. It must be burned with the fire of the sun.
50 weeks ago
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What a hegemon's destroyers did

http://youtu.be/qCwhKktBPHA?t=24m50s

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There are a lot of links I won't be clicking today, a lot of videos I won't be watching. The wounds are still too raw, the recollection of the glorious weather twelve years ago still too crisp, the last moments of the old world were too perfect and too freighted with foreshadowing.

Today is the anniversary of my young daughter's birth. I find a great deal of hope in that.
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