WINGS ~ Mt. Rainier Solo Lobo Daytrip

Yesterday morning I drove to Mt. Rainer: it wasn’t a planned trip. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing.

I didn’t waste a lot of time: I washed my hair, got dressed, brushed my teeth, threw a heavy coat in the car, stopped at the Bank … and boogied. Anything else the day may have had slated, was scrapped. The timing felt right; so, I went.

If I spent too much time thinking about it, I may have put it off again. 

I turned off Jackson Highway, and onto Tucker Road. Driving along I could see Mt. St. Helens to the right … and the flanks of Mt. Rainer to the left; most of Mt. Rainier was swathed in clouds, so I was hoping I’d be able to enjoy my outing when I arrived at my destination.

Listening to the radio for company, I started getting peeved by what was being parroted by the political talking heads.

demonrat lunacy.

Posted 4 years ago today, on FB - still valid, today.

We The People, are on our own ...

Old men 'refugees' prepub child 'brides' is NOT okay!

I know how DC treats our Vets (easily dispensable and recognized only during Election Season); this has been going on for decades. I know how DC treats protestors (unless they are pandering to demonrat/obamanite agendas). I know how DC uses the gullible (promises of free goodies – that are never ‘free’). I know that DC is only working to further the elites: they don’t care a rat’s ass for The People: The People are their enemy. DC has shown us, since 2009, what their true agenda is … and they are determined to implement it, using the dimwitted, gullible, rudderless sector of society – whose eyes are on the {goodies} that will cost them body and soul.

DC has weaponized freedom, and is trying to erase individual rights – you can only enjoy freedom, and have rights if you announce to the world you are racists/if you {willingly; by heavy handed political force} allow poisons to be injected into your bloodstream/if you renounce Almighty God and worship at the altar of science/if you pretend you don’t see or hear the ridiculousness of obama’s demented puppet, biden” …

I’m not one of them.

I will never bow to barak hussain obama’s agenda – never did during his fist and second coup: and I won’t now, during his third coup.

Loss of personal freedoms/choices is not okay; covid is just another cudgel the demonrats are employing to create societal division and global mind control – obama’s racebaiting tactics isn’t working with the rational minded … neither is the covid hysteria.

Bowing to islam child bride cultural differences is NOT okay; that the demonrats are allowing this to happen, clearly highlights their hypocrisy concerning their screams for women and child protective rights.

DC cannot have my body … nor my soul.

I don’t need to adhere to DC “if’s” and cultural blindness to live my life.

“Ohio” Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JCS-g3HwXdc

“Find the Cost of Freedom” Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ycj-bQXWRrQ

I turned off the radio in Randle – it wasn’t being friendly company: I didn’t want to be peeved – I wanted to enjoy my day without DC craziness infringing on it.

Driving through Randle, I stopped at the Ranger Station to inquire about wildfires in the area/how harsh the smoky air would be on my lungs; given the “all clear” report, I continued on my drive, and spotted a cloud that resembled wings.

I felt that today’s drive was moving in the right direction 😉

Wing Cloud ... encouraging boost to my confidence.

A little further up the road, I pulling in at the Bevin Lake Rest Area, and saw a couple, who practice the Old Order Brethren religion (the cape on her dress set them apart from Mennonite, Amish, or Quaker religions in WA State).

Brethren Religion Couple; they arrived, and left, in a car.

Old Order Brethren Religion: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Old_Order_River_Brethren & https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Old_Order_Movement

I usually like to take my time dinking around on road trips, but yesterday I didn’t lollygag long, or spend too much time parked off the road along the route; it was a 4 hour drive there and back, and between 2 to 3 hours to drive the small scenic loop I was focused on – I wanted to be home before nightfall.

Visiting Mt. Rainier: https://www.nps.gov/thingstodo/road-trip-around-the-mountain.htm

Driving into the Mt. Rainier National Park Entrance, I was hoping Bob’s Senior Lifetime Pass would work for me, too: it did 😊 Bob had bought the Pass when he retired because we were there 3 or 4 times every year. I was glad it worked yesterday.

I drove up 123; and did the small loop coming out Skate Creek Road.

Steven's Canyon from Longview - via US-12 E; 2 hr.17 mins.

The drive into the mountain area is hair-raising in places.

Earning my 2nd Solo Lobo Stripe.

I like the low architectural rock retaining walls along the roadsides … but some of the roadways had no pretty retaining walls, or modern guard rails – the lip of the roadways literally kissed the edge of sheer canyon drop-offs: those were scarry moments.

At those moments, I just crept forward. And I didn’t care what the drivers in the vehicles behind me were thinking. I was there to see the sights; and to stay alive while doing it 😉

I was learning to fly solo in my favorite place, in all of WA State.

I was earning my stripe; mile by mile. 

I finally pulled in at Box Canyon; I love it here.

It has taken me 33 months, 2 hours, and 5 minutes to make it this far, alone. I’ve wanted to revisit, but I wasn’t yet strong enough to do it, until yesterday; my heart, and memories held me back.

I knew if and when I eventually returned, I’d see and feel Bob everywhere along the route.

Box Canyon; my favorite haunt.

Doing things like this without Bob still seems strange to me.

Bob & my wolf, Precious; June 30th, 2007

Mt. Rainier stayed shrouded all day long, yesterday.

This is usually how we see Mt. Rainer seen from Box Canyon scenic loop about 4 p.m. 08-19-2017

I noticed that the graffiti is getting worse; and the destroyers are getting bolder.

Graffiti boldly destroying a timeless witness to Earth's changing evolutions.

These things have not returned since the destructive behaviors started. June 30th, 2007

Walking this trail solo lobo for the first time since Bob’s spirit left Earth was a strange feeling. There is so much of us in this small corner of the world. As I walked forward, I could sense the essence of Bob in this place, encouraging me – and setting me free to soar on the updraft and enjoy life’s ride.

With every step. I could hear Bob whisper: “Go for it, Honey; you can do it.”

Not just for that day: but for the rest of my days.

With my senses I did see Bob, and feel him, everywhere I stepped and looked: but my heart wasn’t seized with pain, and my eyes didn’t swim with tears; I just felt a little lonesome in this place we had always walked side by side. Sometimes, we had our grandchildren with us – the last trip we took together to Box Canyon was the summer of 2017: we had our 4 y.o. grandson with us.

The rushing of glacial waters throughout the canyon walk.

Rushing glacial waters; left side of foot bridge.

Depth from foot bridge to rushing waters.

Rushing glacial waters; right side of foot bridge.

Winter storm damages; 2021

Azariah, sitting atop storm damage cleanup; 08-19-2017

Memories here.

Bob & Aza; 08-19-2017

The walk I took around Box Canyon Loop - less than 1 mile in length.

I’ll never see Bob, or Azariah, again in this lifetime. 

But I will always have the memories.

And the missingness is not so hard on my heart, thoughts, or spirit anymore.

I am healing. I am moving forward freely. I am engaging in life again, on a deeper level than just simply moving through the days in survival mode.

Finishing the loop walk, and crossing the road to the parking lot, I stood still so as not to disturb the young woman taking a picture. While I stood still, she said (while still focusing her camera shot), “I’m going to trust you. I see you have a big stick, but I am going to trust you.”

She said it in friendly tone, so I chuckled.

When she completed her picture shot, she laughed turning, and said, “Hi: my name is Michelle, and I’m from Kansas. I’m always watching those ‘who-done-it’ murder-mystery shows, and the crime always seems to happen in National Parks, camp grounds, or other scenic places.”

I laughed, too; and told her that I watch the same shows sometimes, and Bob and I used to read Ann Rule novels that were real life crimes she, as a law officer and investigative officer was involved with. I laughed too, because when I had breakfast with a friend the other morning, it was suggested that I advertise for a traveling companion – and I quickly nixed the advertising thing, saying, “No! With my luck I’d get a Ted Bundy, or the Green River Killer. No, thank you!”

Ann Rule: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ann_Rule

We both laughed, and talked for about 20 minutes or so. It’s fun to meet new people; share bit of yourself, your stories/hopes/dreams – encouragements and travel information. I used to watch Bob do that … now, I’m doing that.

Michelle had a cute accent, a fun personality, and I was glad our paths crossed 😊

She asked me to take a selfie with her … and returned the favor 😉

Enjoyed a chat with this friendly young lady from Kansas.

Michelle from Kansas.

Before I left Box Canyon, I filled my eyes with the remaining sights there, and touched on a few more memories before finishing the Scenic Loop on my way out of the Park, and back towards home.

Same spot I stood with Michelle today - memory of Bob & kids that wanted to 'pet the wolf'; 2010-08-17

Height from road to waters below.

Scenic Viewpoint.

Leaving Box Canyon. 9-14-21

Practically as soon as I left Box Canyon, I came to a spot in the road where traffic was backed up and stopped behind an automated stop signal.

Part of this bluff had collapsed, and had to be cleared.

There were a few scenic spots I skipped this trip – mostly because I was pressed for time before dusk arrived … and also because a few of the pretty sights are situated in tricky parking areas, where half the tire would be hanging into space. Bob could have done it – Bob has done it: I’m not Bob.

I came in differently than I ever had with Bob; I actually prefer this way.

I like these pretty rock retaining walls ... but they are far and few between; mostly it's just sheer drop-offs with no shoulder edge.

Most of the looooong drive is a no-guard rails-ordeal.  Kinda scary, but worth it once you make it through.

By the time I reached the lakes, the temperature was dropping and rain was beginning to fall. I was glad I had the foresight, at home, to grab my heavy coat and throw it in the car “just in case”. Mountains create their own weather: it can be blue skies and sunshine one minute, and angry gray clouds, with falling snow the next.

This is why it’s a good thing to have company along for the ride when heading into the mountains. But, I don’t have anyone to call when I want to see the mountains.

I have me, myself, and I. 

I have Yeshua.

I had my heavy boots and coat … and, I prayed it would not snow. I like snow – but I don’t like to be stuck in it, in the mountains, solo lobo.

Sunbeam Lake.

Reflection Lakes parking area is paved, with an edging of big boulders in the various types of rocks in the region. It’s striking to see when the sunlight highlights the different rock materials.

Reflection Lakes Plaque

Reflection Lakes. The mountain was in clouds - there was no reflection, today.

This rock was varied stages of green. I like green rock.

Granite

Pink

Bright red Indian Paintbrushes & white Everlasting wildflowers.

I skipped Paradise Lodge, and took the road to the Longmire Historic District (where Bob and I usually drove into the Park); it was a little after 4 PM, and I had a 2-hour drive back home. I breezed past Narada Falls, too.

Paradise Inn: https://www.nps.gov/mora/planyourvisit/paradise.htm

Narada Falls: https://www.nps.gov/mora/learn/photosmultimedia/narada-falls-wayside.htm

Didn’t have time to climb back up the mountain to see the Lodge.

Can’t do the steep hike to the bottom of Narada Falls anymore – even with my hiking stick to lean on … I just don’t have the lung power. Last time I did hiked into the hole to see the pretty rainbow at the end of the Fall’s water spray, I wasn’t sure I’d make it back up! I forced myself back up to the parking lot: Bob was up there. Now, Bob won’t be up there waiting for me anymore.

Nearing Longmire ...

Nearing the bridge over the Nisqually River, traffic was stop and go: there was bridge work going on. I don’t know if the bridge was being repaired because of an earlier washout – or if struts needed reinforcing. But, I was thinking, “You really know how to pick traveling days, Val.”

Then I laughed, because that is what Bob would have voiced: and it is true 😉

Just cannot get away from road work in WA State!

I'm going to tag this day a success; glad I decided to give it a go.

Bob took this picture of my descent to the lower level of Narada Falls back when I could easily do it.  June 30th, 2007

Bob waiting for me at the top of Narada Falls - I took this pic of him on my way back to the parking lot. June 30th, 2007

Leaving the Park via Longmire, fed me into Skate Creek Road – which the gal at the Ranger Station had mentioned I take to the mountain earlier in the day, when I stopped at the Ranger Station.

Bob and I had never taken this road; Bob usually drove further along the Ashford route, and turned off somewhere in Morton – that was the road I had intended searching for, but Skate Creek Road interested me because it was something new.

My new life needs new things added to it.

I took a peek at the gas gauge … and moved into a new adventure 😊

Interesting side road.

Aha moment.

Hoping I have enough gas to get to Gee Cee's, in Toledo.

Tucker Road from Ashford; via WA-7 S & US-12 W - 56 mins.

Hmm; am I still on the right road?

You can't let yourself get hog-tied by fear.

Packwood.

The road was a skinny backcountry road, rough in places with heavy patchwork laid in places (new overlaid the old, so it was rough and humpy), but it is a heavily traveled road. At one point, there was a sign that said, ‘End of County Road’, which meant I was now traveling a forestry road; and those aren’t real well maintained. That was a little concerning.

I remember my ‘end of country road’ adventure, from last summer … I was thinking this trip may be a repeat of the same type of scenario.

Last year’s mountain adventure (backside of Mt. St. Helens): https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/08/sundayfunday-16-ive-earned-my-wings.html

The directions I got this trip was kinda right – the road did drop me into Packwood … but I had to make a left turn, not a right turn. Aside from the rough and humpy patchwork, it was a real nice country drive; I kept thinking that it must look real pretty in the Spring time and Summer months, with life affirming greenery showing and wildflowers along the roadside. I might have to come back and drive it just to experience that 😉

I even drove past the Huff’n’Puff Drive-In Burger Shack (I say that lovingly; I like this place), passing through Randle on my way home; a juicy hamburger would have tasted great … but, I was running out of daylight.

I checked the hanging bluff in passing: sometimes a mountain goat will be spotted – but, they were not showing today.

Hanging bluff behind Huff-n-Puff Burger Shack; no mountain goats, this evening.

Leaving Randle behind, something up on the hillside caught my eye – some kind of giant signboard. So, I pulled over, and using my old digital camera – zoomed in to see what was on the hillside.

Roadside message; highway Incline.

A message very few are paying attention to in today's unrecognizable America; Randle.

Tucker Road from Randle; via US-12 W - 45 mins.

Gee Cee's from Tucker Road; via Jackson Highway - 14 mins.

I was washing bug guts off the car, gassing up (the locking gas cap is a bit of a hassle), and parked it the carport before full dark.

Heron Pointe from Gee Cee's; via Barnes Rd & WA-411 N - 44 mins.

Took action yesterday.

Bought a locking gas cap yesterday afternoon.

I enjoyed my Mt. Rainier Daytrip; and I brought a lot of sorted out feelings back home with me.

I’m glad I finally went 😊

The moon was showing when I reached Delameter Road.

** Sunday~Fundays ~ 2021:

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#20/2020 – The last of the 2020 Sunday~Funday’s – https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/09/sundayfunday-20-deep-river-eden-valley.html (plus 10^th thru 19^th SUNDAY~FUNDAY links)

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==Meaningful Mondays ~ 2021:

#1/2021 – https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/05/meaningful-monday-mccormick-park.html

==Try It Tuesdays ~ 2021:

#1/2021 – https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/09/wings-mt-rainier-solo-lobo-daytrip.html

==Wandering Wednesdays ~ 2021:

#1/2021 – https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/05/a-day-to-remember.html

==Traveling Thursdays ~ 2021:

#4/2021 –  https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/08/traveling-thursday-lael-moon-nursery.html

#3/2021 – https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/06/lincoln-city-thursday-solo-lobo-daytrip.html

#2/2021 – https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/04/traveling-thursday-sulkum-huff-and-puff.html

#1/2021 – https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/04/traveling-thursday-3-county-hopscotch.html

==Freewheeling Fridays ~ 2021:

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PERIOD OF TESTING

It’s a good thing I like the Book of Job – it’s my “go to” Book when life gets tipsy-turvy.

All day long … too bad we can’t just cut to the chase and embrace the end result 😉

I was up at 4:30 AM: I had gone to be early the night before, and I just couldn’t sleep any longer.

I changed the sheets on the bed, showered, dressed – and even had time to paint my fingernails before leaving the house for Fellowship.

I was feeling pretty accomplished; and thinking about a Pumpkin Spice Latte as I rounded the backend corner of Highlander … and was brought up short with a gasp, and a quick frustration.

This was how I parked the Highlander last night, after topping the gas tank.

This is what greeted my eyes this morning as I rounded the back end of the Highlander. 7:50 AM.

candy scott does not vet new Park tenants - she just passes them in because she personally knows them.

candy and her pals must be demonrats – they show all the signs of devilry.

I top the gas tank $40.00 a trip ... I am on the road practically every day of the week.

The thieves did not get any of my gas; thank You, Yeshua!

The thieves have no fear; they know there will be no repercussions because they have it 'in' with the {manger}.

The Park is in a downward spiral with candy at the helm.

It would be so easy to get furiously angry with candy for her lackadaisical managing of the Park, but frankly I’m burned out on hot anger towards her for (1) my husband’s death, which she played a huge part in (2) her lax attitude when it comes to background checks on new tenants here – that is part of the Rules/regulations of this Park; a Manager’s responsibility (3) she is a sneaky, conniving, bullying thief herself … having her get after the thieves running rampant in this Park would be worthless: they are probably people she personally knows.

I had to be careful of my thoughts this morning, as I left for Fellowship.

Matthew Ward – “Moment By Moment”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sN7AYTE2C0U

In this solo lobo life I live now, it’s a tightrope walk mentally, and spiritually, when it comes to dealing with candy and her ghetto minded cohorts.

I intend to get to Heaven: I can’t let being angry with candy 24/7/365 keep me from the goal.

Matthew Ward – “Trust In You”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDhvVCTdGmk

candy believes in karma.

I can let karma deal with her.

I saw the opened gas tank.

I got peeved; then gave it to God.

she won’t be able to tune Him out.

candy believes in karma.

I can let karma deal with her.

I thanked Elohim that I still had a full tank of gas as I drove to Fellowship.

The drive was lovely, with gently falling leaves. And the air was crisp, with a hint of Fall on the gentle breeze.

I was excited to be excited about Fall again: Fall was always my favorite time of year, but since Bob went into ER in the Fall of 2018 – and passed from this life to the next in the Winter of 2018; I haven’t felt anything but profound sadness when Fall comes around. Today, I was actually enjoying the swirling falling leaves, and tipping my nose to the Fall scent on the breeze.

My life is being infused with life again.

Fellowship was enjoyable, too.

I always enjoy time spent with people who love God as much as I do 😊

After Fellowship, I thought I’d change the drive home scenery, and enjoy driving the Astoria-Rainier loop drive home instead of the Raymond-Pe Ell loop I’ve been doing for months.

That turned out to be another surprise I wasn’t prepared for.

There was back-to-back slo-mo traffic on the Astoria-Meglar Bridge: traffic was backed up the entire 4-mile length … from the WA side, to the Or side.

Back-to-back slo-mo traffic on the Astoria-Meglar Bridge, this afternoon.

Stuck on the bridge in snail mode traffic.

Please don't let traffic stall at the high point of the bridge ...

And I got stuck for about 5 minutes at the tip-top!

Apparently, Elohim thought I needed a lesson in viewing that slice of Earth’s vantage view from the crow’s nest height of the Bridge.

I didn’t agree.

But what do I know of the outcome of that unwanted lesson?

I don’t mind being a BadAss … but I really hate the testing.

To my left; ships waiting to dock.

To my right; where I will eventually get to – Warrenton Shopping Complex.

Stuck on the bridge, my palms were sweaty on the steering wheel – deep water terrifies me … and I was literally stranded on the longest bridge in North America; and it spans seriously deep water (196 feet depth!) that leads to the Pacific Ocean. A sudden Pacific Ocean storm could slam the bridge with 150 mph winds.

I was not happy to be stopped on that bridge for any length of time!

I had kept wiping my sweaty hands on my skirt. It was rayon fabric: it was not a very good sweat absorbing fabric.

I prayed. 

A lot. 

I hate that bridge. 

A lot.

I was thankful when traffic started crawling forward again – and I was thankful Elohim mercifully graced me to get through that testing time without a panic attack. I get antsy being confined in any area without an escape route.

I’ve been over that bridge several times solo lobo since Bob graduated to Heaven … but this was the first time I was stranded on it (bottom and top) without Bob’s calming presence beside me.

Yeshua got me through 😊 

There was no wreck on the bridge: traffic was just not flowing smoothly due to cross-traffic at the bridge’s exit, in Astoria.

God will keep the minds/lives of those who love Him in perfect peace (Isaiah 26:3) – and He will make them to lie down is peace and safety (Psalm 4:8).

The flat tire (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/08/history.html).

Dudley Doright/Jim Dandy (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/08/jim-dandy-to-rescue.html & https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/09/gold-lining-day.html).

The scott’s (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/08/stay-my-hand-jesus.html).

The broken glasses (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/09/blindly-moving-forward.html).

The attempted thievery of gas (this post). 

These are all testing interludes in my solo lobo life. 

Matthew Ward – “Psalm 61”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wM3zOBd3s5A

Thank the Lord, I know HE has everything under control, and gives my spirit peace like a river 😊

Peace Like A River: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C5B0MUGzxfs

Now, I’m going to put my Pj’s on; and snuggle under the bed covers with Clive 😉

Tonight's Read.

9-11 NIGHTMARE

Remember how dubbya stood before the mics and dared islamic devotees to "come and get us"?

Remember how swiftly that dare was answered with the attack on the Twin Towers?

Remember where you were when that attack happened?

Remember who you frantically called to see if they were out of harm's way?

Remember how Americans came together on September 11, 2001?

Remember how you swore love, loyalty, and unity to family members you hadn't seen in decades; and vowed terrorists would never again attack America?

Remember how quickly you forgot EVERYTHING as time moved forward and life's entanglements spun its web.

Remember how barak hussain obama was rushed into the Oval Office ... no background credentials; no actual History to point to his Citizenship and the right to sit in the Oval Office: to question this was {racist}. For 8 long, and torturous years barak hussain obama attacked America/Americans from the Presidential Seat: he suddenly shed his "Christian" skin, and blithely showed his muslim skin, ideology, and agenda. Again, to question this {sudden} turn around, would label you as a racist ... and Christians would be labeled Domestic Terrorists. The US Military STILL has Christians labeled as terrorists in their handbook manuals.

Remember how the obamanite craze consummed (and continues to consume) DC, the underbelly of society, and the entertainment industry? barak hussain obama's agendas (none of them Laws, just a deep-seated agenda) still manipulate DC, the underbelly of society, and the entertainment industry. Once the destructive fungus that thrives on decay sets in ... it's very hard to stop the spread.

Now Congress & the White House is boldly seated with terrorists, that 'take a knee' to terrorist agendas, and openly applaud cherry picked terrorists to set American cities on fire.

America is in a downward spiral.

Bring to mind, NOW, how to question ANYTHING DC ... or local governing obamanites decree ... is "racist", and to question the motives behind the unlawful and ANTI-American (middle eastern 'refugees' and south of the border illegal aliens are rushed into our Country WITHOUT background or medical checks - you know, for COVID: apparently covid only strikes white, Christian, unmasked American Citizens) mandates is "insurrection" & "enemy of the State" behavior

We are attacked at every level for being Americans: DC had decreed that our skin color defines us, our Faith targets us, and our gender retards us. If our children/grandchildren have light skin tone, and hazel eyes, they are told they must publicly repent of their {racist} global hatred. American males are taught in school (and in obamanite leaning households) to hate their penis's, while American females are taught to murder their babies, and worship their vaginas.

In DC, the obamanites have erased gender and banned the use of "he" and "she" ... WHILE demanding Americans vote for a "Woman" President (harris, like a vampire is standing in the West Wing waiting for biden to die - and with that neck, she may actually be a he: no win there).

Science is pushed forward as the only religion recognized in America (islam comes in second) - to question these 2 things is to face unemployment, housing in "progressive" neighborhoods, refusal of medical care (if a doctor is your choice), schooling (if "higher education" is your choice), church attendance in churches with daycares on their premises (these churches are State businesses). It will divide families and end friendships.

The obamanite goal is to divide and conquer: it's the muslim way.

What happened that September morning, 20 years ago, will most certainly happen again. It may not happen in the same place - or in the same manner: but it WILL CERTAINLY happen again as long as we have terrorist supporters in Congress, in local governing offices, and a delusional moron in the Oval Office (again, rushed into Office without a real Vote), fiddling and twiddling his thumbs (and taking orders from barak hussain obama), while America burns (from the East Coast to the West Coast), and secret military deals are made with the taliban.

9-11 is not History ... it's an ongoing nightmare.