Today's Thoughts

Well, there isn't anyone that I know who isn't talking about the terrorist attacks in Britain. Some are talking about how the President and Blair are to blame, others are talking about the injured and the dead, some are talking (in the muslim community) about wanting these horrors to stop.

No one has offered a solution, better than the one our country is currently engaged in.

I have said this before. It is necessary to take the fight to the fanatics' doorsteps. To keep it in their backyard, so more innocents at home are not injured or killed.

Yes, yes, I know, I am forgetting that there are innocents in their backyard too. You are right. But, what better life lesson than to teach them that if they insist on harboring terrorists, or committing terrorist acts, we will be up their six faster than you can say Go!

I know, it sounds harsh, unfeeling and generally without compassion. Here is why. In the fanatical muslim world, (not all muslims mind you) young children are taught from the start to hate America. To grow up with one purpose, to kill Westerners and Jews. The venom that infects these young people can only be wrought out with force at this time.

What is really necessary is for Muslims across the world to step up to the plate and yell stop. To tell the world that their faith is peaceful and that they do not condone terrorism. That 72 virgins do not await them in heaven, just a bowl full of grapes. The problem is, that the leaders of their faith do not condemn terrorism, they incite it. They encourage it. Until they condemn it, you can believe I support military action to go to their homes and root them out.

Look, it sounds extreme, and I have said it jokingly before, but my call for action is to help those who wish it, and to destroy those who wish us harm. I don't mean throwing them in Gitmo where they get gourmet meals and cable tv. I mean destroy them, grind them into the dust of the earth.

Yep, not very christian, or even lady-like of me. When I see the faces of the dead and injured, the children in Iraq that live in fear because terrorists may decide today's the day their daddy dies for saying thank you to an American, I get mad. My asian blood boils up inside me till I am full to bursting. I want to take up arms myself. I want to whoop a battle-cry and avenge the deaths of the innocent.

When calmer, I realize that our fighting men and women have my back. That they know their job and are proud to do it. That they stand at the ready to defend the innocent and destroy terrorists.

I still fear for the safety of my child. I look at the world I grew in compared the one he will grow in and I am afraid. It is not just the domestic dangers that have always plagued us, but now I must fear that he will be in a subway on the way to school or work, or in a daycare next to a federal building, or in an airplane on the way to Disney and a minion from the devil himself will take his sweet spirit from me for no other reason than that he is American.

I will pray for the souls of the lost. I will curse fanatical muslims, and I will hold my family close ever wary that we nowwalk the earth with a target on our backs.