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THE DISGUSTING LEFT

You knuckleheaded leftists and apologists for US military and intelligence interrogation. Did you understand that a portion of the American people could give a damn about anything that happens at Gitmo or some of these other places around the world as it relates to getting information with such critical importance to our security or maybe as it relates to me just being able to go down to my local coffee shop and get a steaming cup in the morning without worrying about some Islamic Muslim scum popping off a few rounds in the general direction of a crowd of women and children or my ability to go to a restaurant at night without worrying about some Islamic Muslim scum pulling the trigger on a backpack bomb killing an maiming dozens of people, or maybe just my ability to sit on the toilet in the morning and read the sports section in peace. To hell with all of your apologies and concern.

There are reasons many if not most of these people are where they are. They were either involved in direct combat with our troops or were picked up as part of a larger intelligence operation. If they are innocent too bad, they just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. These people are committed to killing Americans, Israelis, Jews Christians anybody who doesn’t fit their profile of being a good devout Muslim. And truthfully I think that is all a bunch of crap too. The good Muslims in this country and around the world, if there are any, haven’t had the balls to stand up to this trash. Truthful peace love Muslims must not exist for only a handful of theirs is saying anything about this explosion of radical Islamic terror and killing around the world. If it comes down to either us or them, you know I’d rather see the blood of these terrorists flowing in rivers anywhere but here in this country, so yes I don't care about what happens to this filth, yes alot of people in this country feel that way too, yes you may think your high morals and principles apply, but the reality is that your head would look just as good as Nick Berg's to these wasted homicidal psychopaths. They wouldn’t even know god if he came and kissed them on the forehead at night.

They worship death they are death and they want to put death on this country. I for one am fed up with the left, I am fed up with apologizing for anything I am sick of political correctness and applying higher standards to our intentions when our enemies hated and determination to kill us is clear, pure and focused. Rice thanks the Syrians for their help yesterday. Is she kidding? They did it because they had to. They are still the vanguard and a supporting element of terror throughout the world. The Iranians are meeting with the PM of Iraq. Our troops are dying there while the PM meets with Pol Pot in Iran. Unbelievable. We grant a visa to the former Iranian president to come here and push his agenda. Is this country insane?

The left is destroying this country brick by brick all in the name of "doing what is right" projecting peace rather than war and giving our enemies the ability to build and construct manners and means to destroy the United States of America and the west itself. No I don't care about Gitmo, about peace, about the lives of anybody that means harm to my kids, my family, my country, my troops. To hell with all of you. Your negative replies to this editorial will fall upon deaf ears. There are people in this country that stand firm and would have done the same at Trenton, Valley Forge or Yorktown while the rest of you would have cowered behind rocks and in fields wishing and hoping that it all would end in the name of peace no matter what the outcome. Read on you morons! Read the words of one man whose brief historical interlude at a church in Virginia offered more sense in 15 minutes than half of you can offer in an entire lifetime of leftist opinion.

PATRICK HENRY MARCH 23, 1775

No man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed the House. But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen if, entertaining as I do opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely and without reserve. This is no time for ceremony. The questing before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at truth, and fulfill the great responsibility, which we hold to God and our country. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my country, and of an act of disloyalty toward the Majesty of Heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.

Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things, which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it.

I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House. Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation; the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it? Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves. Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrance’s have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne! In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation? There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free-- if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending--if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained--we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the God of hosts is all that is left us!

They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. The millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable--and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.

It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace-- but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!