I am seriously struggling tonight.
Twenty years after the events of 9/11, as I take stock of the state of our nation — families in ruin, ripped apart by ideologues, conspiracies, and cries of ‘freedoms lost’ — the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001, look less and less like the moment when we were awakened… and more and more like an unbelievably successful attack, with shockwaves that have yet to subside.
As a nation, I cannot shake the feeling that we have abysmally failed those who were murdered that day, as well as those who so heroically fought back.
I cannot shake the feeling that our enemies are absolutely defeating us, a nation of weak-minded fools who would prefer to rage at one another than make a personal sacrifice for anyone, family or neighbor.
We are armed to the teeth, locked and loaded, flags flying, hands over our hearts, patriotic songs blazing, and ready to shoot at anyone who would engage us in traditional warfare, all while their mind-poison rots our very souls out from under our feet.
We stand armed and ready to meet our enemies on the battlefield, as they effortlessly slaughter us in our homes — using our own fear and anger and hate as their weapons — upon the battlefield of our very hearts and minds.
The end of America seems inevitable tonight. If you don’t believe me, try attending a school board meeting sometime… or a church… or a community Facebook page.
We are being annihilated… and we just can’t get enough of it.