Please disable your Ad Blocker to better interact with this website.

Saving my outrage for when it’s appropriate

Everywhere I go now, all I hear about are these photos of Iraqi prisoner abuse. “Did you see them?” “They’re disgusting!” “How could anyone do that to another human being?” “It’s outrageous!” “Yes, I’m definitely outraged.” “We should all be outraged. This is a black eye for America!”
I’m sorry to tell you this, but I just can’t work myself up to outrage over these photographs. Before I get too much further into my thought process, I want to point out that I think those horrible abuses by a small minority of our soldiers were despicable, even outrageous. I’m not outraged about it, though.
To be outraged now, I would have to have been outraged five months ago when the Pentagon first announced that it was looking into allegations of abuse. I wasn’t then, so I’m not now. To be honest, I was a bit perturbed that some of my brothers and sisters in uniform would do something so dishonorable, but I reserve my outrage for when it really matters.
I just can’t seem to get outraged about a couple dozen degenerates that got into the U.S. military as part of B.J. Clinton’s “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy of the early 1990s. It’s these very same degenerates who decided to pose up their prisoners to pleasure their homoerotic fantasies.
How could I be outraged about that? Anyone with half a brain not rotted away by overindulgence in “wacky weed” could have predicted it would happen the moment “don’t ask, don’t tell” became part of our kindlier, gentler military policy of the 1990s.
I became outraged a couple of days after the first photos of the prisoner abuses were made public. That’s when Nick Berg’s head was cut off with a knife in front of a camera by a group of Islamo-fascists. His blood-curdling scream and the gleeful chants of his terrorist captors sent my blood boiling.
Afterward, they did a happy dance of death.
I’m still outraged from the scene about two months ago in which four innocent civilian contractors were burned alive, their bodies hacked into pieces and strung on rope from a suspension bridge in Falluja. All the while, hundreds of gleeful Islamo-fascists did a dance of death.
I was outraged on Sept. 11, 2001, when hundreds of innocent American lives were extinguished in the terrorist attacks against the World Trade Center, the Pentagon and, presumably, the U.S. Capitol. You might not remember this, but soon afterward, Islamo-fascists were gleefully pumping their fists in a dance of death throughout the Middle East.
Did Nick Berg deserve his fate? Did the four American security analysts? Did those people who were working in the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on Sept. 11, 2001? Did the passengers of the four airliners that were turned into weapons of mass destruction that morning?
That’s what we should be outraged about.
Be outraged at those who still want to destroy our way of life. Be even more outraged with those who seek to motivate our enemies in an effort to score a political victory. They’re the ones who tell us that Muslims will hate us even more because of these incidents.
If we can slip back to reality for moment, the only Muslims who hate America are those who can’t stand the freedom our nation stands for. It’s a hard concept to understand, but there are Islamo-fascists that want to revert the world back to the 12th Century.
These men are of the same cloth as Saladin and his Muslim hordes, which invaded Europe in the 11th Century, sparking the Crusades. These are the same people who now brand Europeans and their American progeny as “infidels” because they decided to fight back. No, nothing will stop them from hating America.
Their dances of death should be testimony to that.