[wordup] this scares the crap out of me.

[Adam Shand]

while i can try to understand her pain, this attitude scares the fucking
shit out of me.  i can't even begin to describe what's wrong with her
arguments cause i'm frothing in frustration and anger ...

Via: Simon Horsburgh <simon.horsburgh at stonebow.otago.ac.nz>
From: http://dailynews.yahoo.com/h/ucac/20010913/cm/this_is_war_1.html

Thursday September 13 08:13 PM EDT

THIS IS WAR
By Ann Coulter

Barbara Olson kept her cool. In the hysteria and terror of hijackers
herding passengers to the rear of the plane, she retrieved her cell phone
and called her husband, Ted, the solicitor general of the United States.
She informed him that he had better call the FBI -- the plane had been
hijacked. According to reports, Barbara was still on the phone with Ted
when her plane plunged in a fiery explosion directly into the Pentagon.

Barbara risked having her neck slit to warn the country of a terrorist
attack. She was a patriot to the very end.

This is not to engage in the media's typical hallucinatory overstatement
about anyone who is the victim of a horrible tragedy. The furtive cell
phone call was an act of incredible daring and panache. If it were not,
we'd be hearing reports of a hundred more cell phone calls. (Even people
who swear to hate cell phones carry them for commercial air travel.)

The last time I saw Barbara in person was about three weeks ago. She
generously praised one of my recent columns and told me I had really found
my niche. Ted, she said, had taken to reading my columns aloud to her over
breakfast.

I mention that to say three things about Barbara. First, she was really
nice. A lot of people on TV seem nice, but aren't. (And some who don't
seem nice, are.) But Barbara was always her charming, graceful, ebullient
self. "Nice" is an amazingly rare quality among writers. In the opinion
business, bitter, jealous hatred is the norm. Barbara had reason to be
secure.

Second, it was actually easy to imagine Ted reading political columns
aloud to Barbara at the breakfast table. Theirs was a relationship that
could only be cheaply imitated by Bill and Hillary -- the latter being a
subject of Barbara's appropriately biting best seller, "Hell to Pay."

Hillary claimed preposterously in the Talk magazine interview that she
discussed policy with Bill while cutting his grapefruit in the morning.
Ted and Barbara really did talk politics -- and really did have breakfast
together.

It's "Ted and Barbara" just like it's Fred and Ginger, and George and
Gracie. They were so perfect together, so obvious, that their friends were
as happy they were on their wedding day. This is more than the death of a
great person and patriotic American. It's a human amputation.

Third, since Barbara's compliment, I've been writing my columns for Ted
and Barbara. I'm always writing to someone in my head. Now I don't know
who to write to. Ted and Barbara were a good muse.

Apart from hearing that this beautiful light has been extinguished from
the world, only one other news flash broke beyond the numbingly
omnipresent horror of the entire day. That evening, CNN reported that
bombs were dropping in Afghanistan -- and then updated the report to say
they weren't our bombs.

They should have been ours. I want them to be ours.

This is no time to be precious about locating the exact individuals
directly involved in this particular terrorist attack. Those responsible
include anyone anywhere in the world who smiled in response to the
annihilation of patriots like Barbara Olson.

We don't need long investigations of the forensic evidence to determine
with scientific accuracy the person or persons who ordered this specific
attack. We don't need an "international coalition." We don't need a study
on "terrorism." We certainly didn't need a congressional resolution
condemning the attack this week.

The nation has been invaded by a fanatical, murderous cult. And we welcome
them. We are so good and so pure we would never engage in discriminatory
racial or "religious" profiling.

People who want our country destroyed live here, work for our airlines,
and are submitted to the exact same airport shakedown as a lumberman from
Idaho. This would be like having the Wehrmacht immigrate to America and
work for our airlines during World War II. Except the Wehrmacht was not so
bloodthirsty.

"All of our lives" don't need to change, as they keep prattling on TV.
Every single time there is a terrorist attack -- or a plane crashes
because of pilot error -- Americans allow their rights to be contracted
for no purpose whatsoever.

The airport kabuki theater of magnetometers, asinine questions about
whether passengers "packed their own bags," and the hostile, lumpen
mesomorphs ripping open our luggage somehow allowed over a dozen armed
hijackers to board four American planes almost simultaneously on Bloody
Tuesday. (Did those fabulous security procedures stop a single hijacker
anyplace in America that day?)

Airports scrupulously apply the same laughably ineffective airport
harassment to Suzy Chapstick as to Muslim hijackers. It is preposterous to
assume every passenger is a potential crazed homicidal maniac. We know who
the homicidal maniacs are. They are the ones cheering and dancing right
now.

We should invade their countries, kill their leaders and convert them to
Christianity. We weren't punctilious about locating and punishing only
Hitler and his top officers. We carpet-bombed German cities; we killed
civilians. That's war. And this is war.