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America
the Brave
By
Shemane Nugent
After relentless debates about Condit, Congress and Clinton, the United
States of America, the world "Super Power," the strongest, most
affluent country on Earth, has been stunned into silence.
There is a curious calm to the land. A stillness in the air. A
skipped beat in the rhythm of the streets. Suddenly, there is no
bickering between democrats and republicans. No squabbling about
budgets. Instead, it seems as if the escalating arguing among
Americans has been completely obliterated. The clamoring stopped as
our illusion of freedom was destroyed on September 11, 2001. We were
raped, robbed and murdered. It's not surprising, really, that our
enemies saw a huge, gaping whole in our national security and waltzed
right in, holding an invitation. We were too busy allowing truck,
bus, boat and planeloads of illegal aliens into our country that we never
saw the evil in their eyes. We even rolled out the red carpet for
them. We never thought that the new neighbors down the street
arrived not to seek sanctuary in this beautiful country, but to destroy it
and every American sense of security associated with Old Glory.
Can't speak English? No problem. We'll make it easy for you.
We'll hire special teachers who can translate for your family. Maybe
we'll even change the national language to accommodate you. Can't
get a job? No problem. We'll give you a little cash. Pay
us back whenever you can. Sad, but true. We were completely
ignorant to the covert operations our adversaries were planning right
under our noses. While the media was determined to prove we were a
country of shameful individuals by attacking our politicians' and
celebrities' private lives, the enemy was preparing for battle. When
we thought the smiles on their faces told us they were happy to be here,
they were just happy that their devious plans were coming together.
They even gave us warnings of impending doom by bombing the U.S.
Cole and a previous attempt to knock down the World Trade Center in 1993.
We were too caught up in Clinton's philandering and clean sweep of the
White House china on his way out of office to worry about retaliation.
Mariah Carey's breakdown, the Kidman/Cruise split, and Jesse Jackson's
love child received more media coverage than the terrorist attacks this
country has previously tolerated. Wake up America! It has
become apparent only now that the people of the United States had become
complacent. A whopping fifty percent of us are overweight.
Parents who mistakenly want to please their children through food serve
Pop Tarts for a meal. Sodas have replaced milk and water at meals.
Many of our children have never known what it means to truly go without
food, let alone the latest style of toy or t-shirt. We are spoiled
brats. We get depressed after having babies or getting our teeth
pulled. Like a kindergarten teacher who has reached the pinnacle of
frustration and firmly yells "Quiet," we sit in our tiny plastic
chairs with our shoulders shrugged and our heads bowed. We know
we've been bad. We've misbehaved, and now we're paying the price.
Yes, the teacher is mad at us and we are sorry. Boy, are we sorry.
We are sorry for not paying attention. We're sorry for not sharing
with others. So, is the field trip canceled? We are entering
into a time in history where what happens now will certainly be in the
books for our grandchildren and their grandchildren to read and study.
Mistakes might be made and our descendants will talk about how they would
have done it differently. We are entering into a period of
uncertainty where we may have to make dynamic sacrifices. At what
price? American flags are finally displayed with patriotic fervor,
almost as if we're saying, "Honest, we believed in you all along.
We were just pretending to hate each other because there was nothing
better to do." The show of tolerance and unity among Americans after
these horrifying attacks on the Pentagon, our federal sanctuary and
epicenter, and the World Trader Center, the premier symbol of freedom,
prosperity and unity, will undoubtedly cause all, whether rich or poor, to
weep. Innocent people who spent the last moments of their lives in
terror died because we weren't paying attention. We didn't look both
ways before crossing the street. And now, we're sorry. Why
God? Why? No longer do we make a distinction between African
Americans or Whites. Firemen digging through the rubble call
everyone "Brother." And the rest of us sit in frustrated angst,
wondering how we can help. Isn't that typical for Americans?
We should have asked sooner. Almost one hundred and eighty seven
years to the day after Francis Scott Key wrote about "purple
mountains majesty," we sit in humbled silence wondering where we went
wrong. It's simple really. We failed to fully grasp the
statements our founding fathers made. We ignored the instructions
for which they had so carefully directed their successors. We
squabbled and argued about the Second Amendment, the right to keep and
bear arms. Some foolishly believed we should become a nation of
unarmed sheep waiting for wolves to strike. Now, we're discussing
the possibility of allowing a few good men to bring firearms onto
airplanes to protect us. Even our language has changed.
Formerly obstinate liberals are saying things like "bastards"
and "carpet bomb 'em," when they were promoting world peace just
a week ago. Some of those same individuals were in great opposition
to keeping prayer in public schools. Now, however, "God Bless
America" is written on nearly every marquee across the fruited plains
and President Bush ordered a national day of prayer and mourning for the
victims and their families. People, who called themselves Americans,
chastised those of us who rightfully and proudly displayed and promoted
the Christian heritage upon which this country was founded. They
said it wasn't right to force our children to pray in school or before
football games. Who's praying now? When the iniquitously evil
acts took place Tuesday many people wondered where God was. He was
with the gentle man who rode down the mass of steel and glass from the
seventy-second floor to Ground Zero and survived. He was with the
men who carried the wheelchair-bound woman down fifteen flights of stairs
and into safety. He was with hijacked victims who made cell phone
calls to loved ones before their deaths. He was with the many
survivors who lived to tell about their peril. He has shown an
abundance of Grace in the thousands of firemen who have devoted their
lives to search through tons of glass, steaming steel and mounds and
mounds of rubble for just one more survivor. He has united Americans
once and for all. Millions of people around the globe are praying
for America. God has given us hope. What now? Things
will never be the same again in this great land. We will be more
cognizant of our surroundings and second-guess everything and everywhere
we go. Gone are the days where we feel completely comfortable
traveling on a plane, in large groups of people, or in high rise
buildings. The childlike innocence we all felt and took for granted
has departed like a swift, cool breeze in ninety-degree heat. Gone
are the days when you trusted the second-generation Arab-Americans living
down the street. Expect the United States government and its
citizens to be less tolerant of immigrants. Are we profiling?
Damn right. How much will you really trust the turban-wearing cab
driver? And how much will the government trust you? We will
lose more of our freedoms as our leaders switch gears from search &
rescue to search & destroy. We are entering a period that can
only be described as war. If you already suspected that Big Brother
was breathing down your neck, you can now be assured he will be.
Expect lengthy delays for air, bus, boat and train travel. Expect
Americans to be less forgiving. Make no mistake; I and many other
Americans have been fed up with licentious politicians like Clinton,
Condit and Jackson to name a few. That hasn't changed. It is
my sincere hope that we can discover good people to lead this country who
have the moral fiber not to steal the Whitehouse china and chairs on their
way out. People who will honor their wives as much as they honor
their position. We have been forced, however, to move on to more
important topics like eradicating the Earth of terrorists, not just
pesticides. We will most likely see an appalling amount of bloodshed
among our family, friends and neighbors before this war against terrorism
is over. We will most likely have to rethink our garbage bag of
priorities like squabbling about school prayer. Shouldn't we all
just be thankful that we still have something to pray for? Some of
you may recognize my name, and I'll go ahead and answer the question for
you. Yes, I'm Ted Nugent's
wife. Many know about my husband's bold attitude on politics,
hunting and, especially guns. Maybe you've heard one of his
proverbs, "If you can't speak English, get the Hell out of
America." Months ago, I'll admit, I wasn't as supportive of this
phrase, but considering the events this past week, I, and many other
women, will proudly back up this statement as a new motto. We must
protect this land with every cell in our bodies. We must be less
charitable about potentially evil forces in our land. Lately, I have
met many people who are saying the same things, and more.
Grandmothers, school teachers, police officers, and ministers are in
complete support of defending our country and destroying evil. But I
was astounded the other day, when I went into a local coffee shop where
dozens of people, mostly senior citizens were gathering for breakfast.
I couldn't help but overhear rampant conversations, all focusing on the
plane crashes. Then, a demure, elderly woman began pounding her fist
on the table. Everyone turned to look at her and when she had our
attention, this white-haired pistol shouted, "Nuke the Fuckers!"
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