Yo, Osama!
Well, the government finally named
you as a suspect, so I guess it's fair
to talk about you now. Thought you
had us,didn't you? What a laugh!
You did more to unify this country
than George Washington.
See, we Americans had gotten sort
of distracted. We worried about
things like lockboxes, taxes, and
who was committing hanky panky
with whom. We were too stressed
to reach out to one another, to sit
down and talk with our kids, to
call our spouses at work and tell
them we loved them. We were
MUCH too busy to even think
about giving blood or going to
the hardware store to buy and
hang an American flag.
You changed all that, Osama, you
and your gang of creeps. I met
my neighbors in the park across
the street tonight. We talked
quietly while everybody gathered.
Then we lit our candles, and just
stood there silently, holding them.
Without anybody saying anything,
we walked back to our
neighborhood, and set them on
our doorsteps. They are still
burning. You will never be able to
put them out.
See, Osama? You think you get
ticked off when someone messes
with your culture, your beliefs,
your country? Just wait a minute,
you flea bitten, miserable excuse
for human DNA! You haven't seen
anything like the anger of a
MOTHER whose son has to go off
to defend their homeland against
your cowardice and hatred. You
haven't seen anything like the
WIFE of a fireman, policeman, or
EMT who clings to hope
wondering if he'll ever return from
trying to help his fellow man in
your moment of destruction.
You haven't seen anything like the
WOMAN who will keep her family,
and her neighbor's family, and her
best friend's family, and country's
family going when hope and
energy falls low. You haven't seen
anything like the good OLE GIRL
who weeps tears of agony for
families she's never known or
never will meet, just because she
cares.
You think the American MEN are
bad? You just better thank your
lucky stars that you aren't dealing
with one of us American WOMEN
right now. Trust me, the men are
the ones showing restraint. I have
heard the best ideas of just how
graphically you need to be
disposed of lately in the beauty
shop, nail salon, and the grocery
store lines.
I've had more meaningful
conversations with my teenager
this week than in the last couple
of years combined. Tonight I
was driving her to a friend's
house when the voice of Lee
Greenwood came over the radio
singing, "I'm Proud to Be an
American". We were stuck in
traffic, and normally we would
have been snapping at one
another. She started singing
along softly with the radio. I
joined in. By the second verse,
we were singing at the top of our
voices, with the windows rolled
down. People stuck in traffic on
either side of us joined in. By the
time we were finally able to move
a little, perfect strangers were
wiping their eyes, blowing their
horns, and shouting good wishes
to one another.
I hung an American flag on my
house yesterday for the first time
in my life. I'd like to get another
one, but there are no flags or
anything else red, white, or blue
left in any store in this town. My
daughter and I did find some
white and blue ribbon in the
sewing box. Tomorrow we're
going to make a huge blue-and-
white bow and fasten it to the
front grille of the car.
I called my husband at work
today just to tell him I loved him.
I hadn't done that for a while -
too busy, I guess. It felt
wonderful. We are going to send
some money to a fund to help the
victims. Tonight at the dinner
table we talked about the various
charities and tried to decide
which one was best. Normally we
just eat and run. It was the best
dinner table conversation we've
had in a long time. We finally
decided on a fund that's been set
up for the children of the rescue
workers who were killed in New
York City. We'd never given much
thought to appreciating all they
do for us before now.
My husband and I are on a waiting
list to give blood. It'll be awhile
before our names come up; there
are over 500 people ahead of us.
There's been a shortage of blood
in this area. I wouldn't be surprised
if the blood donated all across
this country eventually saves more
people than you killed. That would
be a fitting memorial to those who
died.
We're sticking together. Our
politicians are rising to the
occasion. Rudy Giuliani and
George W. Bush never looked half
as statesmanlike as they have this
week. Partisan bickering? What's
that? Half the Congress stood on
the steps of the Capitol the other
night and sang "God Bless
America".
See, Osama, you underestimated
us. And maybe for too long we've
been underestimating ourselves.
This is the greatest, strongest,
richest, most beautiful country in
the world. Our firefighters,
policemen, EMTs, and people like
the ones on the plane that crashed
in Pennsylvania have reminded us
that we're also the bravest and
most determined.
You can't destroy us, and you can't
stop us. Because we're coming,
Osama.
Just thought you oughta know. And,
just to show you how good hearted
we Americans are, I will end by
saying THANK YOU. Not for the lives
taken, for which we now mourn, nor
for the destruction, but for instilling
back into the hearts of every
American, young and old, black,
white, red, or yellow, what we
always knew deep down. We are
strong. We are brave. We are ONE
NATION, UNITED UNDER GOD.
We will overcome this, as we have
always overcome those moments
that tested our very being.
And, Osama, I say this, all the while
asking God to forgive ME, for I do
not feel any compassion or have
any mercy on your soul, but...may
you and all your cowardly friends
soon sit happily in those front row
seats you have reserved in Hell.
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