Or more accurately:
the self-loathing, apathy, craven opportunism, laziness and sheer stupidity of millions of other people — who, worst of all, know who they are — are dooming me, and I’m not very happy about that.
Anyhow, I regret to say that I can’t think of a better way to remember 9/11 than to well, remind you that:
Eight years later, the hole in the ground is still a hole in the ground, and will be for quite some time;
The British government is trying to hide the fact that the third most popular name for baby boys is “Mohammed”, and will be for quite some time;
A radical leftist named Barack Hussein Obama is the President of the United States, and will be for quite some time.
PS: Nice of Obama to show up in New York earlier this week for the memorial service for… Walter Cronkite, a man whose televised lies slandered American servicemen and helped sign the death warrants of millions of abanonded anti-communist Vietnamese, who died so that a bunch of spoiled, dirty hippies could live and spread their contagion throughout society for the next fifty years.
Ooops, Obama couldn’t make it to New York today though. I guess there wasn’t a Broadway musical he and his wife felt like going to…
