We referred to it below, but former highly paid Enron advisor Paul Cluck-Cluckman of the New York Slimebucket’s comments on the anniversary of 9/11 really deserve a much more direct answer than a mere mention.
The Years of Shame
Yes. Ten years of being on the hit list of subhuman scum from the lowest the human race ever created is shameful. For us. Not them. Cluckie is off to quite a start there.
Is it just me, or are the 9/11 commemorations oddly subdued?
Actually, I don’t think it’s me, and it’s not really that odd.
No it’s not. It’s because liberal leftards like yourself have spent a decade telling all of us that we should get the fuck over being the targets of murderous attacks and instead start wondering what shameful horrors we may be responsible for that make us deserving of being the objects of mass murder.
But we have a feeling that that’s not what you’re trying to get at, you moon-faced piece of bovine excrement.
What happened after 9/11 — and I think even people on the right know this, whether they admit it or not — was deeply shameful.
You’re right. The Middle East should have been glowing in the dark for millennia to come, starting about two hours after the first plane hit. But you go to war with the spineless, “islam is a religion of peace”, emasculated pissants that you have, not the actual leaders that you wish that you had.
Te atrocity should have been a unifying event, but instead it became a wedge issue.
Funny you should mention that, because we clearly remember that it was quite unifying at first. We even remember Democrats sounding almost as if they loved their country for a few hours after 9/11. We remember a pretty much unanimous Congress supporting us going to war heck, we even remember hearing Democrats singing “G-d Bless America” without having a gun to their heads. It was like the Twilight Zone. For a few days there, we almost forgot that the Democrats were the party of Ted “let me deal with the Soviets to undermine president Reagan in the middle of the cold war” Kennedy and almost believed that there was something in the world that liberals loved more than themselves and their sinecures.
But then the next week came by and they realized that they weren’t getting as much out of it at the polls as they’d expected and the next ten years they did everything they could, including providing aid and comfort to an enemy of the United States in a time of war, to boost their egos and we realized that it was business as usual for them anyway.
Fake heroes like Bernie Kerik, Rudy Giuliani, and, yes, George W. Bush raced to cash in on the horror.
What Cluck-Cluck means by “cashing in” is “nobody believed for a second that the Democrats really, for once in the history of their party’s existence, gave two fucking shits about this country and thus they didn’t get as much out of it at the polls”, which is all liberals care about anyway.
And then the attack was used to justify an unrelated war the neocons wanted to fight, for all the wrong reasons.
The chief “wrong reason” being trying to make sure that we’d never be in a position where we’d have to fear pisslam’s ability to murder another 3,000 of our countrymen. That’s just plain wrong to a liberal. If the pisslamists wiping out a major American city would ensure Obumfuck’s re-election, you’d have the liberals drawing up the plans for al-Qaeda quicker than Michael Moore-on can clear out an all-you-can-eat donut buffet.
A lot of other people behaved badly. How many of our professional pundits — people who should have understood very well what was happening — took the easy way out, turning a blind eye to the corruption and lending their support to the hijacking of the atrocity?
You mean “supporting our country” rather than engaging in a full press effort to get al-Q’erry elected in 2004?
Not enough, but enough to make sure that we at least had four more years before the professional traitors of the NSDWP got back in power.
The memory of 9/11 has been irrevocably poisoned; it has become an occasion for shame.
To you, perhaps, but not to anybody worth wasting oxygen on.
And in its heart, the nation knows it.
You wouldn’t know the nation’s heart if it jumped up, tore your chest open and ripped that wasted organ in your own torso out.
But we have a feeling that it’s going to do it anyway. The sooner the better. CO2 is killing Mother Gaia, after all, or so you tell us, and as long as you continue breathing you continue letting it out into the atmosphere.
Sorry. That was uncivil of us. We wouldn’t want to make ourselves guilty of violent rhetoric. So let’s adopt the accepted liberal vernacular, as based upon your non-response to union thug Hoffa, instead: The likes of you are sons of bitches who need to be taken out. There. Much more civil, isn’t it? The army is ready to march.
I’m not going to allow comments on this post, for obvious reasons.
Quite obvious, actually. You, like the terrorists you have been aiding and abetting for a decade, are a pitiful, cowardly shit, and it suits you quite well.
Your mother really would have been better off if she’d chosen to raise the afterbirth instead.