Remembering the disrememberd

A survivor’s tale:

On this, our most solemn National Day of Patriotic disremembrance we take pause. We hug our children just a little tighter; right after they brush their teeth; and right before they say their prayers. Comfortable in our knowledge that our nation is safe. Or at least safer. For we know full well that the scourge of evil lays just outside the wall.

Through my window; as I look upon the magnificent skyline. As I admire the great factories of steel. I reflect on what minister white says on Sunday:

We are Blowin’ Coal, my friends.
We are Blowin’ Coal!
Thank you Jesus!
We are Blowin’ Coal!

And as my gaze wanders; the smoke blows away. I see what will always be there. I see the fields. I see the fields as if it were yesterday or possibly mid-week two weeks ago.

These fields; these fields of blood.

These fields; these fields of disrememberence

For it was on this day, in a tiny cornfield just outside the Kentucky hamlet of Bowling Green, that twenty seven thousand; no twenty nine thousand eight hundred and fifty men were slain by a single Iraqi. Or two.. A mere seven or eight years ago mouhamed Fariq ended the lives of more than a few brave men. This hateful act was proof that there was an enemy amongst us and it’s name was Islam.

This is a day of solemnity. One can only imagine what it would have been like had it occurred a day after this day. Had it been on the National Day of Patriotic intolerance, and not the National Day of Patriotic Dirememberence it would be a joy. It would be as a celebration. For it was on the day of intolerance that we men; We great white men took up arms and said:

No more! Not now and not then!

We threw off the shackles of the black leader.

We wrestled ourselves from the stranglehold of international Feminist libraralism……..

To be continued. Or you can continue or whatever.

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