Tag Archives: Osama Bin Laden

Osama’s Memorial Pit

Osama is gone, but he’s certainly not forgotten. He’s remembered every day in New York City (if he couldn’t make it there, he couldn’t make it anywhere) in the seven-story hole in the ground where the World Trade Center used to be.

Presided over, presumably, by the National Association of Grief Counselors, as James Lileks put it in Mark Steyn’s unsettling new book After America: Get Ready for Armageddon:

“9/11 was something America’s enemies did to us. The hole in the ground a decade later is something we did to ourselves…a gaping, multi-story, multi-billion-dollar pit, profound and eloquent in its nullity.”

With its waterfall and stone recitation of the names of the dead, the pit has become a site of presidential pilgrimage each anniversary of the destruction. Not to mention the Islamic mosque soon to rise nearby. As such it’s a tribute to Osama Bin Laden and the jihadists of al-Queda.

It’s also a monument, as Steyn puts it, to our growing can’t-do spirit, the attitude that has US headed right where Osama predicted: the dust bin of history. Hard to argue with that.

It’s Israel double-standard time

My Israeli pal Snoopy-the-Goon really did his homework on this one—stunning evidence of how the U.S. got praised for the extra-legal killing of the terrorist figurehead bin Laden, while Israel got condemned for offing (in the very same manner) an active terrorist operative of Hamas.

Osama bin dead?

No, tell me it ain’t so. Surely not. I mean the gang that couldn’t predict the collapse of the Soviet Union (not to mention lately asserting, counterintuitively, that Iran is NOT building an A bomb) surely knows whether the world’s chief terrorist died at Tora Bora or not? Or have they just denied it all this time to make Bush look bad? And now wish to help their anti-war buds of the Dems make their case for election? That sounds more reasonable, for them, anyhow, rather than just more of their usual schtoopidty.

Osama bin hilarious

What a joker, that O man, or whatever character is playing him in the latest video. Million laughs transcript here. He wants us all to convert to Islam, so we won’t be burdened with taxes and, especially, interest-bearing mortgages. Notice how he seems to have grown younger. Could he be dyeing his beard? It’s dark now, and it used to be gray. Shocking infidel behavior. The CIA is convinced it’s the real Osama. Big whoop. They were convinced the Soviet Union would be around for another hundred years, and 9/11 would be just another day.

UPDATE: Looks like even the conservatives are buying it, after a fashion, unveiling me as a 12th tier blogger. But that’s no surprise, right? So, the O man, they say, is alive (somewhere) and wearing a fake beard to keep the troops happy. Or something like that. But Roger L. Simon ain’t buying it.

Osama bin dead…

…since probably 2001, according to photographic evidence that his 37-second appearance in the latest Dr. Zawahiri video is taken from video shot then. Else, as Instapundit says, why not shoot a new video of him? Debka, meanwhile, says special ops and the Pakis are closing in on his hideout, and the US Senate’s recent raising of the price on his head to $50 million was requested by Pakistan president Musharraf to help pay the tribes which are turning the O man in. Ali  Eteraz likewise has an interesting theory. Me, I think he’s been sleeping with the worms since Tora Bora. Al Q has/can run without him.

The Looming Tower

The Big Wedding was Al-Q’s code name for what we now know as 9/11. It was so-called for the suiciders who would fly or ride the planes into the buildings like bridegrooms going to their martyred marriages in heaven with their waiting virgins. "The Looming Tower: Al-Qaeda And The Road to 9/11," which recently won the Pulitzer Prize, delivers many such littleknown details, as well as a history of the men who created and still lead Al-Q. The O man, himself, is stranger than you may have known, certainly more so than I realized. A mass murderer who took an active part in the rearing and education of his more than twenty children from four wives. His pathology quickly becomes more disgusting than interesting, so the Arabic-speaking author Lawrence Wright weaves in the stories of the men and women of the FBI and CIA who tried to run him to ground. In the end, the tragedy of 9/11 was that so many parts of the government had sufficient detail of the coming attack to thwart it. But bureacratic jealousies, a few written and unwritten laws, and personality differences kept anyone from having the full picture. The CIA comes off looking the worst, as they knew two of the hijackers, both known members of Al Q, were in the country, but never told the FBI about it. A good read, hard to put down, told in narrative-style like a good novel, supported by hundreds of interviews and more.