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Spike's & Jamie's 911 Memorial Page |

We are dedicating this page to the friends and families of those killed or injured during the cowardly attack on an innocent American civilian population on 9/11/01; also to the rescue workers and volunteers who have given so much of themselves to help during this tragedy - some have given all.
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"The flame that burns the brightest is the light of the eternal human
spirit: a beacon of love, justice and peace that will never be
extinguished. It will triumph over the forces of darkness And illuminate
for the whole world The true path to freedom through goodness, hope and
love."
~ Unknown ~
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WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH OSAMA BIN LADEN?
by Jamie Swafford 10/4/01
We can't kill Osama; that would turn him into a martyr for all the
evil crazies, wackos, and weirdos who think the way he thinks.
We can't capture, try, and imprison him in the USA. Some of the evil,
sick, weird, crazies who follow him would kill a LOT of people in order to force us to turn him free.
This is what we shall do to Osama:
Send in a team of SOS or Seals or Mosad or Spetznaz or a combination
and capture him. Then send him to a top-secret clinic in Denmark where a complete sex change operation is performed on him.
The doctors, nurses and aids who work on him are all women. He/she is
handled only by women during this entire process.
After cosmetic surgery so even his/her own mother wouldn't recognize
him/her and several months of electrolysis to remove all facial and body hair, ship him/her back to Afghanistan to live out the remainder of his/her pathetic life as a woman under Taliban rule.
Deliver him/her to Kabul in a large truck. He/she's dressed in a thong
and you dump him/her in the middle of a busy street. . . . . . .
All of this is on video. The sex-change, the delivery, and what HIS
people do to him/her.
You send the video to all terrorist groups (Islamic or other terrorists) with the following message:
This will be done to any of them who decide to lead, join, support, or hide a terrorist group;
We will allow their own people to render justice for their crimes;
We will be delivering their leaders back to them daily - so, maybe the next woman they abuse was a beloved terrorist leader only a few months ago.
[Developed from an idea on Roger Hedgecock's America United Radio
Program.]
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September 24, 2001
Yo, Osama!!
Well, the government finally named you as a suspect, so I guess it's fair to talk about you now. Thought you had us, didn't you? What a laugh!
You did more to unify this country than George Washington.
See, we Americans had gotten sort of distracted. We worried about things like lockboxes, taxes, and who was committing hanky panky with whom.
We were too stressed to reach out to one another, to sit down and talk with our kids, to call our spouses at work and tell them we loved them. We were MUCH too busy to even think about giving blood or going to the hardware store to buy and hang an American flag.
You changed all that, Osama, you and your gang of creeps. I met my neighbors in the park across the street tonight. We talked quietly while everybody gathered. Then we lit our candles and just stood there silently, holding them. Without anybody saying anything, we walked back to our neighborhood and set them on our doorsteps. They are still burning. You will never be able to put them out.
I've had more meaningful conversations with my teenager this week than in the last couple of years combined. Tonight I was driving her to a friend's house when the voice of Lee Greenwood came over the radio singing "I'm Proud to Be an American." We were stuck in traffic, and normally we would have been snapping at one another. She started singing along softly with the radio. I joined in. By the second verse we were singing at the top of our voices with the windows rolled down. People stuck in traffic on either side of us joined in. By the time we were finally able to move a little, perfect strangers were wiping their eyes, blowing their horns and shouting good wishes to one another.
I hung an American flag on my house yesterday for the first time in my life.
I'd like to get another one, but there are no flags or anything else red, white, or blue left in any store in this town. My daughter and I did find some white and blue ribbon in the sewing box. Tomorrow we're going to make a huge blue-and-white bow and fasten it to the front grille of the car. The car's bright red; we think it will look nice.
I called my husband at work today just to tell him I loved him. I hadn't done that for a while -- too busy, I guess. It felt wonderful.
We are going to send some money to a fund to help the victims. Tonight at the dinner table we talked about the various charities and tried to decide which one was best. Normally we just eat and run. It was the best dinner table conversation we've had in a long time. We finally decided on a fund that's been set up for the children of the rescue workers who were killed in New York City. We'd never given much thought to appreciating all they do for us before now.
My husband and I are on a waiting list to give blood. It'll be awhile before our names come up; there are over 500 people ahead of us. There's been a shortage of blood in this area. I wouldn't be surprised if the blood donated all across this country eventually saves more people than you killed. That would be a fitting memorial to those who died.
We're sticking together. Our politicians are rising to the occasion. Rudy Giuliani and George W. Bush never looked half as statesmanlike as they have this week. Partisan bickering? What's that? Half the Congress stood on the steps of the Capitol the other night and sang "God Bless America."
See, Osama, you underestimated us. And maybe for too long we've been underestimating ourselves. This is the greatest, strongest, richest, most beautiful country in the world. Our firefighters, policemen, EMTs, and people like the ones on the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania have reminded us that we're also the bravest and most determined.
You can't destroy us, and you can't stop us.
Because we're coming, Osama.
We're gonna find you and the rest of your murderous thugs, and when we do, we're gonna kick your butts all over the face of the earth. You are gonna REGRET the day you messed with AMERICA!
Just thought you oughta know.
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