I didn’t write anything about 9/11, because after 6 years, I’m starting to get a little tired of the morbidity of it all.

“Let us remember, blah blah blah, those who tragically died, blah blah blah, and join our hands in prayer, blah blah bladdy blah blah….”

Screw this crap.

You know what I want? I want that goat banging turdface’s head on a @#$% stick. I want my skyline whole again, and none of this nonsense about gay looking freedom towers that will never match the magnificence of the twin towers. I want a Who’s-Your-Daddy missile silo installed at the base of the towers and programmed to fire up the ass of anything that even remotely looks at the WTC buildings a little funny.

I want the government to stop being so bloody damned politically correct and checking up the skirts of 80 year old grandmothers at airports because they’re afraid of offending the Muslim community.

But most of all, I want people to stay mad. REALLY mad. A piece of our national heritage was taken away from us on that day, and I want all of us to have the fire of someone who had just lost something very precious, and is prepared to unleash hell on earth until he gets it back again.

That’s what I want.