What If It Were Us - What If It Were Me...
This past Wednesday in Paris Muslim terrorists murdered 13 people in an office that houses the publication staff of a political satire magazine. Not tough, really, they just walked in—three of ‘em—armed with AK47 semiautomatic rifles, and shot a score of employees sitting at their desks. Then like all brave terrorists, they ran away.
The French, proud owners of some of the most restrictive gun control laws in the free world had provided the victims of this attack with police protection in the form of two cops who were unarmed and were the first to die. They started a manhunt that quickly caught nobody; eventually all will be concluded I suppose, but to say the damage is already done is to substantially understate the case. The American Media elites struggle mightily with ways to take this act of war and turn it into another “lone wolf,” “rogue,” “isolated incident” “workplace violence” thing that would for some unknown (unknowable) reason avoid the blunt truth of Muslim barbarism. But they can’t put silk socks on that pig—terrorist act it was, and it was purposeful, planned, executed by trained savages, and efficiently deadly.
Now we know from FBI notices and correspondence right here in Indy that ISIS operatives are in the US and that their targets include radio and TV broadcast organizations, anchors and radio program hosts. Hmmm. . .sounds ominous—especially if you have to be one of those folks, like Tony, the Chicks, or me. Or Todd, Mike, Abdul, Taylor, Stan, Dave or Ray. Time for a bit of perspective, my friends. What happened in Paris was no more “workplace violence” than was 9/11 or Pearl Harbor. It was neither isolated nor was it unpredictable. It was also perpetrated by the same bloodthirsty ilk of murderer that has been beheading journalists, cops, children and little old ladies all over the world for a very long time.
So what if it’s not Paris next time; what if it’s not some string of victims we don’t know and can’t identify with—what if it’s here instead? Well, before you scoff too hard at my melodrama, might I remind you that the mother of all terrorist acts was committed in the heart of Manhattan, on our soil, in our country, and against our own people. Best get our heads around some pretty frightening realities, folks, because the perfidy and cowardice of those who continue to insist we have no systemic, worldwide enemy cannot avoid the truth. It is otherwise. We are indeed at war, and it’s a war that promises to strike us in our hearts just like it did this week in Paris, last week in Jerusalem, and last fall in London. Oh—I left out Oklahoma, New York City and Ottawa.
“Part II” will take a look at the real impact to us if the next time it’s much closer to home.