MAN COLD. I haz it.
On this day in the Year 2001, a group of Americans, when faced with the horror of the morning unfold, sought to do what Americans were born to do. They fought back, by themselves, against evil and tyranny of the worse sort, and they sacrificed their lives to do the right thing, even when it was the hard thing.
In this age of double-talk and other tomfoolery, in which the very language we hold dear is used to debase the individual and the righteous, there comes a time when Goodly Men and Women must take a stand against those who would use labels to define us.
Those who fought back shook off more than the enemy. At their moment of truth, these brave Americans were first responders.
You are a first responder.
If you think otherwise—your very thoughts besmirch the honor of those brave people and for you, they died in vain.
For the rest of us, we remember them as we should remember them—they made the attempt and succeeded, they set a standard for which we judge all like men and women.
There comes a time where, in the midst of blood and death, we can take action and prevail.
You are a first responder. If another labels you as something different, this is where you take your first stand.
They called themselves the WBKC—The Whimsical Billionaire’s Knitters Club. There were ten of them, and this month’s business was the debacle of the sudden war, and wool-blend socks.
Ha ha ha!