On September eleventh, two thousand and one I stood on a pier in the late morning sun. Across the Potomac I expected to see The United States Capital cease to be.   With the smoke from the Pentagon dark at my back, I waited with friends for the likely attack. For just at that moment, it was around midday, We were sure that the forth plane was heading our way.   Friends and family still living in my old home town Saw on the skyline Two Towers burn down. And into the breach of black ashes and dust Stepped a Wartime Leader whom we could trust.   Forget?  I will never, and who else will dare To pretend the continuing threat isn't there. To all those who snivel and shrivel and bleat, Whose only solution is to whine in defeat,   I say run as far and as fast as you can. Get away from each decent woman and man Who despises you for giving our freedom away So that you can regain your power someday.   'Be kind to our enemies, show them we care. Don't tap their phone...(Read Full Post)