This is far from over. Osama was so intent on delaying death that he gave up control of his movement, remaining only as an icon. You cannot control a movement via the occasional videotape, the occasional hand-delivered message to your acolytes. The real control has long since been passed along. What we have remains: a religion/ideology that is all encompassing and dispersed. A movement that the West, with its belief in multiculturalism is ill equipped to resist. Where even the most hardened warrior maintains that Osama’s adherents are allowed to spread their poison as long as they don’t kill the body, only the spirit. They number in the billions and their spirit is as flame-bright as it is violent; that’s why the “enlightened” cower in fear and call it prudence. Who will defend Christendom when its guardians no longer believe?
Some would say that his death with a bullet to the brain and then the use of the body as food for crabs and worm on the bottom of the ocean means "Debt paid" and "War over" and "Victory." Let that be to them as it will be, but my blood says that it is not paid, not over and not a victory.
My blood says that all of those in his line need to be expunged, and that all of those who emulate and revere his manner of thinking need to be expunged, and all of those in his part of the gene pool need to be drained away and destroyed, root and branch. My blood says, "Carthago delenda est."From what little I know of history, what little I know of our enemies, I know in the marrow of my bones that there will come a terrible day in which that final judgment will be rendered and that final act shall be done. And as it was on the day after September 10, I remain relentlessly for this reckoning; a reckoning that is still to come, but like September 11 itself, certain to arrive.
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