September 11, 2001

Remembering that terrible day, September 11, 2001. I was sitting in my office upstairs, and Bob hollered up the stairs to turn on the TV. But for about 24 hours we were united in our fear, pain and patriotism. My siblings and I all called our father. Why I'm not sure. But it was just a comfort to hear his voice. Then the attacks on President Bush began from the media. Why did he not anticipate this; how could he not know; there were 100s of warnings, tips and false alarms; why did he stop and hesitate while reading to children, and on and on. Drip, drip, drip. The media were building doubt and distrust.

There was another similarity. It was a very small terrorist group that brought America to its knees. Same as today. But 19 years later, the group is internal. As you see the memorials for 9/11 (probably only on Fox) today, recall the "defund the police" chant from Leftist anarchists and Black Lives Matter. They do not honor our country, our culture, or our lives. No lives matter, especially not black, to Marxists and anarchists.

Many millennials do not remember this date. When I was young, we were reminded in school, literature and movies what December 7 was. Hollywood was in our corner (or pretended to be) then, and the evening news was 15 minutes--if we had TV (and my parents didn't). There was a small cadre of fellow travelers in every profession, every school and many corporations, but they were mostly ignored. They were patient, and we were weak, enjoying our freedoms and material goods.