The Nine One One Culture Wars 2013

September 10, 2013

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There will be two demonstrations in Washington, DC tomorrow in remembrance of the September 11, 2001 attacks on America.

Both have been mostly ignored by the mass media oligarchy but the conservative blogosphere is as wet with anticipation as a bouffant Baptist bride on her wedding night. Here come the Million Muslim March and the Two Million Bikers Ride.

Million Muslims

The morons who invented the Muslim march call themselves the American Muslim Political Action Committee. The principal organizers are an American born Muslim convert named Chris “Isa” Hodge and a Bangladeshi immigrant and U.S. Army veteran named MD Rabbi Alam. The event was first called the Million Muslim March on the White House but is now officially known as the “Million American March Against Fear.”

In an interview with Steven Nelson of U.S. News & World Report, Hodge said, “We want to hold President Obama accountable for his empty promises of creating a transparent government…. What exactly have we spent all our money, lost lives and taken lives for? The entire record of the 9/11 Commission has never been released.” Hodge said he is also protesting what he calls “FBI traps,” by which he means the sort of FBI entrapments and racketeering prosecutions the government loves to use against domestic dissidents like bikers and militiamen and other fringe groups. Hodge complained to U.S. News about “illegal tapping and surveilling of Muslim Americans” and “media propaganda making the word terrorist synonymous with Muslim.”

Representative Emanuel Cleaver, a Democrat from Missouri will speak at the event.

There will hardly be a million Muslims. A police report circulating in the Capitol today says, “the best estimate on the size of the march will be somewhere in the hundreds, not thousands, of participants. That number may include entire families with children in tow.”

But the idea of Muslims marching on Washington to commemorate the opening ambush of a Muslim jihad against Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus and secular humanists is so over the top rude that somebody had to react to it – and so the Two Million Biker Ride.

Two Million Bikers

The ride began as a Facebook page called Two Million Bikers To DC.

Last week the group applied to the National Park Service for a permit to allow 2,000 bikers to ride through what is called Washington’s “Memorial Core” from nine in the morning until four in the afternoon. An unidentified spokesman for the Ride told Jessica Chasmar of the Washington Times, “We did the right thing and went through the proper channels to secure a no-stop permit to ride through your great city. We wanted to ride an established route, which would have taken us past the Viet Nam Memorial to the Lincoln Memorial, across the bridge into Virginia, and that’s it! We would have been completely out of Washington DC, and your city would have been back to normal.”

The Park Service said the Ride would disrupt traffic on a work day and denied the permit.

But, the bikers are going to ride anyway. The pack will assemble at Harley Davidson of Washington in Fort Washington, Maryland. The group hasn’t formally announced a route into the city.

Washington police estimate that “as many as 3,000 bikers” may try “to circle the March and drown out the sound of the speakers at the kick-off rally with their engine noise. No other counter protest groups that are being taken seriously have identified themselves and/or made their intentions known, but that does not mean there will not be any others.”

Maybe the dueling events will make the evening news. Maybe not.



16 Responses to “The Nine One One Culture Wars 2013”

  1. john Says:

    Kudos to the bikers and I hope they drown out the muslim BS! In history Islam was spread by the sword. Sure there are theological arguments that violence is a misinterpretation of Islam but isn’t reality what matters? Reality is that there are a significant number of Muslim’s that have and want to murder Americans. There is also a significant number of Muslim clerics that provide theological justification for this violence. In the real world there is such a thing as radical Islam that is a real threat to any American. I suggest the Muslims take their march out of the U.S. and march in Mecca to fight for their view of Islam against the radical hate filled Muslims. Why protest in a place that is free and insult all those who paid a price at the hands of radical Muslims.

  2. YYZ Skinhead Says:

    According to this article

    the organizers very much want Loser Farraklan and Ron “Object of White Supremacist Worship” Paul to attend (presumably siding with the organizers). That would at least make all this horseshit “interesting”. I am worried about the mammoth herd of pigs who will doubtlessly descend on the biker protestors’ peaceful assembly.

    YYZ Skinhead

  3. Snow Says:

    Truthfully I don’t think we’ll ever get the whole truth about what happened 9/11/2001, most everything that comes out of Washington DC these days are self serving lies. What we do know is lots of innocent people where murdered that day and the days since hunting down those who supposedly were responsible.
    Mourn the dead and never forget.
    Respect sent to those lost and those who did what they could to help, Snow.

  4. 10Gauge Says:

    “But the idea of Muslims marching on Washington to commemorate the opening ambush of a Muslim jihad against Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus and secular humanists is so over the top rude that somebody had to react to it – and so the Two Million Biker Ride.”

    It could not have been said any better!!!


    I just hope this doesn’t get overshadowed by the Christian anti Muslim overtones the news was trying so hard to stir up….They certainly made a point of showing church and focusing on the cross. As Rebel so eloquently put it, the assholes attacked ALL of us

  5. JMacK Says:

    I try to be open minded when it comes to politics or religion, so sometimes I’m better left to say little. I believe it’s more about action than talking about it anyway. However I would like to pay my deepest respects to any and all who stand up for freedom and against tyranny. If I was closer, I’d be there in a heartbeat.


  6. Road Whore Says:

    This may be too long…Rebel: feel free to edit or delete it. After all these long years it still hurts like hell, and I’m still angry. I lost a friend in the Towers, and a way of life too. I thought about not even making any kind of comment anywhere this year, but changed my mind. Here’s my story:

    9-11…potassium iodide

    [12 years ago]

    We were there.

    We lived in NY; upstate, about 50 miles from The City, and my wife owned a gift store in the Bronx and commuted daily.

    I still remember that morning as if it had happened today.

    As per our usual routine we got up for our early morning walk; what a beautiful fall day it was! Everyone commented on the stunning blue sky and the beauty of the day. We also noticed that there was a strange stillness in the air, an eerie underlying energy, undefined but somewhat like the calm before the storm, and people commented on that, too: it was so still and quiet that morning. It was a portent of things to come.

    I saw my Beloved off to work and then I planned to catch up on some chores around the house. Before that, however, as was my custom in the mornings, I spent some time in meditation and prayer, ironically enough sending out thoughts and hopes and prayers for…world peace…

    It was a little later while I was in the middle of my chores that I heard the front door unlock and open. There was my wife with the strangest look on her face. I asked her, “Honey, are you okay? Are you sick? Why are you home?”

    “You haven’t heard, have you?” she replied with an ominous tone in her voice.

    “Heard what?” I asked.

    “The World Trade Center towers have been attacked. They’re gone.”

    When the attack had occurred my wife had wisely closed up shop and come home. (How many more people would have made it out of the towers alive if they had obeyed their first instincts and ran instead of listening to those in authority tell them that everything was okay, to return to their desks and go back to work. People, if shit is hitting the fan don’t stay around to get splattered with it; get the hell out of there, fast!)

    I turned on the TV and we sat there in total shock along with the rest of our country and the rest of the world as the horror replayed before our eyes over and over. After saturating ourselves with the news coverage for hours on end we wondered: What in hell do we do now? Do we change channels? Is it okay to watch something else besides bodies plummeting from the sky as people jumped rather than burned? Suddenly Three’s Company re-runs didn’t make a hell of a lot of sense to watch at the time.

    We were hungry. Do we go out to eat? Is it sacrilegious to enjoy a drive on this still beautiful day and enjoy a good meal when we’ve become aware that several of our fellow human begins have been vaporized to ash? Do we instead stay home and cook and return to the Box of Horrors and watch more of this gruesome spectacle?

    The New York nightmare continued, and my wife took some days off of work. When she finally decided to go back into the Bronx and open up her store she asked, and I simultaneously told her, that I was going with her. No way would I let her enter the city alone! If there was another attack at least we’d be together. We started our drive to the City, made it a few miles, and then discovered that the highways had traffic jams miles and miles and miles long, and that it would probably take us the entire day to make it the short 50 miles into the city, and we turned around and went back home.

    And speaking of home…the many water reservoirs around NY State were thought to be definite terrorist targets. We spoke to many other New Yorkers who did the same thing: every day we turned on the faucet to pour fresh water into containers for ourselves that we would let sit, and we would also pour fresh water into containers for our pets; if our pets were still alive and healthy at day’s end and showed no ill effects from having drank the water we presumed that the water was safe for us to drink for that day. That’s a really crappy way to live.

    When we were finally able to make it back into the city and open up shop there were the inevitable stories that the rest of the nation saw on TV and in the newspapers: the memorials, etc. But it was how daily life had changed in its details that most people across the nation and around the world didn’t understand. Crossing bridges into the city, for example: it would take an hour to two hours or longer just to cross over a short bridge. Every incoming truck, van, and car had to be examined for explosives, creating a huge backup of traffic. Coming back into the City from a business daytrip to New Jersey it took us 3 hours to cross a relatively short bridge. I got used to carrying an empty bottle of some kind in the car to use as a “pee bottle.”

    Of particular interest to me as I am an artist and photographer was the fact that many working photographers, even press photographers with proper credentials, were screwed when it came to covering the tragedy. The World Trade Center site was declared a crime scene and even press photographers were many times forbidden to photograph, and some of those photographers were even arrested and their gear was confiscated. Those stories were reported in nearly all of the major photography magazines.

    You weren’t allowed to photograph the bridges for awhile. I remember crossing over the George Washington Bridge and there was a sign posted forbidding photography. Smiling to myself at the irony I snapped a photo of it from our moving car. For a period of time photography of bridges, tunnels, and other sensitive areas was off limits.

    We had a cruise scheduled, and we were greeted with heavily armed personnel who checked the underside of our car with a mirror plus an explosives-sniffing dog that investigated our car, our luggage, and us, thoroughly, when we parked in the parking lot before boarding the ship. Armed police were everywhere, and explosives-sniffing dogs patrolled the drop-off points where passengers and luggage were dropped off from taxis and private cars.

    You got used to seeing heavily armed personnel everywhere: Grand Central Station; on the streets; bridges and tunnels. NYC looked like, and was, for all practical purposes, a war zone.

    Tensions ran high: every dark-skinned foreigner could be a suicide bomber or an attacker. (Racism?? Bullshit!!! If white folk in blue suits had attacked us, I’d have been looking askance at every cracker mofo in a blue suit!) The cab drivers, mostly dark-skinned and “foreign-looking,” tried to protect themselves from this tension by investing in the best protection that they could think of: they festooned their taxis with American Flags, pleading solidarity.

    And the fallout extended to all areas of NY State itself, not just the city proper: we went to West Point Military Academy for a crafts fair that was being held there in one of their buildings on the grounds. Armed soldiers looked under every single car with a mirror, looked in the car, in the trunk, looked you over, and physically examined your purse, camera bag, backpack, etc.

    It became routine to be searched, inspected, delayed, scrutinized.

    And then one day in the mail we received a large envelope from the government. Inside were our potassium iodide tablets with instructions on how to use them. You see, we lived within the fallout zone for the Indian Point nuclear power plant, and if it was attacked by terrorists, which obviously our government thought was a very real possibility, we were to begin taking the tablets immediately so as to prevent immediate radioactive damage to our thyroid glands, and then of course we were to evacuate as quickly as possible. We had pet carriers ready with food and water bowls and emergency bags for ourselves packed and prepared and ready to grab if it became necessary for us to flee for our lives.

    In the midst of all of this trauma, heartache, loss, sorrow, and grief, there were brief moments of humor; we flew a flag at our house even before 9-11; thereafter I lit it with an outside light and flew it day and night, and I added a hand-lettered sign underneath: “We will be victorious.” There was a restaurant with a small bar directly across the street from our house, and while I was sitting there at the bar, which featured large plate-glass windows that faced our home, one of the waiters looked at the sign and asked me: “What’s ‘Victorbus?’” In my haste I had misshaped some letters and spaced them too close together, and from across the street the sign looked like it read: “We will be victorbus.” It’s a private joke my wife and I still laugh at to this day.

    I have friends overseas who couldn’t understand America’s reaction and our desire for revenge. Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me? But when the shit begin to hit the fan in their own countries, well then, this terrorism bullshit was suddenly no laughing matter, nothing to be complacent about, and they wanted something done, by God!

    Life had changed. Life has changed. And for anyone who thinks that we’ll be okay if we just develop enough cultural understanding, patch over enough differences, change a foreign policy here and there…you’re wrong.

    They haven’t quit coming, and they won’t quit coming.

    And never forget that in thousands of homes across this Nation there remain empty chairs around the dinner tables and that there are cherished memories of loved ones tearing at still-hurting hearts; and that pain will never be erased by the march of years gone by, nor will it ever be eased no matter how many memorials we erect.

    But more such pain to the United States of America can be prevented by refusing to allow this to happen again. And the way in which we do that is become a little less tolerant about certain things, such as certain foreign ideologies which are creeping their ways into our mainstream.

    Maybe…we become a lot less tolerant.

    I, for one, will do everything in my power to ensure that this never happens to my home again. So should you. Let the true Militia rise.

    Let Freedom Ring.

    Ride Free

  7. FBomb Says:

    “Over the top rude” is an understatement! A Muslim group having a rally on 9/11 is the equivalent of a Japanese steakhouse offering half-priced Kamikaze’s on December 7th. Rude, in poor taste, and definitely going to stir up some strong feelings of anger in those of us who still believe this is the greatest country on the planet.

  8. stroker Says:

    A link to todays drudge report.
    Many favorable comments from non-bikers, for bikers.

  9. Drifter Says:

    In Memory of all the good people that lost their lives in 911, and sympathies for the families that live with the memories…

    Good deal what these folks did…..

    one of the many vids, scooters, scooters, and more scooters….

    @Road Whore, good post…


  10. JMacK Says:

    Road Whore,

    Great post. Thank you.


  11. SMFtwstdHICK Says:

    Great post Road Whore. Thanks for sharing.

    Much respect to you.

  12. 10Guage Says:

    And let’s not forget ALL OF OUR BRAVE MEN AND WOMEN who fought and died defending our freedom. We are still a Country comprised of men with calloused hands, square jaws,a determined stare, and gravel in our guts…carrying a banner which reads….Don’t tread on me…..motherfucker!

  13. david665 Says:

    That was a good read Road Whore. I can’t imagine how it must have been to go through that as a native of that area.

  14. Base Says:

    Road Whore,

    Sincere regards, hope these are better days for you, yours and all the folks directly affected by that day.

    As for forgiveness, oh yeah , I got plenty of that. Mercy now there is something I am in short supply of for all these jihad-ist. None. 0 . Nada!

    Ka Do’s to all the bikers that clogged up everyone’s commute for a day to protest these disrespectful hate mongers. They knew exactly the insult they were throwing into the faces of the American people.
    Doesn’t matter they never made it to where the Muslim protesters were. It still sent the message.

    Echoing 10Guage

    We are still a Country comprised of men with calloused hands, square jaws, a determined stare, and gravel in our guts…carrying a banner which reads….Don’t tread on me…..motherfucker!

    It would be better for all of us, if these haters, whiners, woes is me mother fuckers would just take the train!

  15. Phuquehed Says:

    Fuck them just “taking the train”…I’d pay good money to see them all step in front of the train!

  16. Jim666 Says:

    Road Whore
    Great post.
    I was living in the Washington Dc.area on 9/11/01 things were similar there
    there were armored anti aircraft guns set up at all exits and entrances around the pentagon,and MP and police check points everywhere,It was very close to being like a war zone, everything was fucked up.
    On the day of the attacks I got stuck in traffic on 395 “14th street bridge”w/ a co worker we didnt get home till 4:30 am the next morning . Not sure why but neither one of our cell phones would go through I guess just over usage of the cell towers that day but I never got through to home to tell the Ol where we were,

    Im w/ 10 Guage, Base and Phuquehed.


    “Fuck the fuckin fucks”

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