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I Walked To The Pentagon (toDay) As I passed through the Gates of Arlington, every raindrop that fell landed on me. Eight years ago the Pentagon burned with an ancient evil. For just a few days strangers said hello to me and asked if I saw the plane. How we cried with each other… not defeated, instead drawn closer into a smaller world. But, others blamed the victim, pointing their fingers from the inside, more things have changed than just the weather. How could my own countrymen hate me? Is it my color they see? Their skin deep beauty is ugly within. While we looked across seas for enemies the Fifth and Sixth Columns poured their ideology over the land of the free. Every talking head agreed about the need for killing me just because I love this country. My neighborhood now a pocket of resistance against the Marxists that torture me. I have stopped trusting anyone with my beliefs so I can survive the culling. I am not an Akhmatova or Solzhenitsyn yet will I be cast into an American gulag for my opinions? Still, I will write when I can. September 11, 2009 Arlington, Virginia September 11, 2009 I walked to the 911 Memorial at the Pentagon in the rain this morning. Couldn't get in, it was private time for families Got in in late afternoon. Low dark clouds moving off to the west. Saw people putting flowers on individual memorials. Talked to some Arlington Fire Dept that were first responders at the Pentagon. The Memorial is awesome. Easy to find on internet. Earlier today I got so steamed because today the President signed a new law declaring today a National Day of Service! What???? This is a sacred day of remebrance that should be sacrosanct from even the appearance of promulgating propaganda. Instead it is used to enlist the useful idiots in a cause that is diametrically opposed to individual liberty.
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