20 years after 9/11

 It's hard to believe it's been 20 years since 9/11.  Even harder to believe that we lost the war.  The way we left Afghanistan means no potential friends will trust us in the future, and our enemies can see how weak an feckless the Government is.

Before we had Strong Horse and Weak Horse.  Feckless Horse is even worse.  If the government was under the control of our enemies I don't see what they would be doing differently.  It really seems like we are on the verge of dark times.

Part of how I feel is because I just read the book "One Second After", where some enemy detonates nukes in space to destroy our country with EMP.  All levels of the government and military appear to be completely unready for the smallest attack.  A really big attack would knock us over.   I really need to buy more food and ammunition.

Men of Harlech

Men of Harlech stop your dreaming

can't you see their spear points gleaming

see their warrior pennons streaming

to this battle field

Men of Harlech stand ye steady

Let it not be ever said ye

For this battle were unready

Welshmen do not yield

From the hills rebounding

Let the war cry sounding

Summon all, the clarion call

the mighty foe surrounding

Men of Harlech on to glory

This will ever be your story

keep these stirring words before ye

Welshmen do not yield

Fight for father, sister, mother,

Each is bound to each as bother;

And with faith in one another,

We will win or die!

Tho' our mothers may be weeping,

Tho' our sisters may be keeping

watch for some who now are sleeping;

On the battlefield,

Still the trumpet's braying,

Sounds on ever saying,

Let each bowman pierce a foe,

And never stop the slaying,

Till invaders learn to fear us,

And no Saxon linger near us;

Men of Wales! our God doth hear us,

Never will we yield!

We'll not die, be conquered never

Harlech, Harlech, lives forever

Freedoms' from the greatest giver

Freedom is our good.

See how Welshmen shouting run down

from the moutains they do come down

Like a storm that strikes at sun down

boil up like a flood.

Welshmens strength has made her

Freedom's strong crusader

Swords of Welsh men have cut deep

the heart of the invader

The sword is met, by sword replying

steel on steel on strength relying

See where Gwyers' flag is flying

Freedom's in her blood.