From the article,

A crescent that Muslims face into to face Mecca is called a mihrab, and is the central feature around which every mosque is built. Some mihrabs are pointed arch shape, but the architypical mihrab is crescent shaped.

The planned memorial is actually a terrorist memorial mosque. Of the dozen typical mosque features, every one is represented in the crescent design, all on the same epic scale as the half mile wide mihrab. Laid out over three miles of property, this will be the world’s largest mosque by a factor of a hundred. It is also full of terrorist memorializing features.

So, to honor the lives of those who were murdered by Muslims, we’re building the world’s biggest mosque? That doesn’t sound quite right to me.

HT: Blog and Mablog

Asked about so-called profiling of Muslims, Mr. Mukasey said that tactic is not used at airports. However, he used blunt language to defend extra scrutiny the Justice Department gives to militant Islamic groups.

“So far as focusing investigations, we investigate where the threat is coming from. The threat is coming from Islamist extremism. It’s not coming from Calvinism,” the attorney general said. “We’d be out of our minds not to mention the waste of resources to look everyplace simply in the name of being correct.”

It’s the free will Baptists I’m worried about…

HT: Founders

The folks over at Jihad Watch help us understand what she meant by that:

1.) Being afraid to name the activities and people who are part of the problem.

2.) Insisting that only a tiny minority of vehicles on the road are belching greenhouse gases. Make no effort to verify for fear of offending motorists and car companies.

3.) Continuing to aid parties who pay lip service to helping, but do either nothing, or as little as possible in order to keep up appearances.

I would also add that we need the President to remind us that our cars are “vehicles of peace” with a noble history of peaceful and noble transportation, deserving our respect and admiration. Oh, and prominent senators should start urging us to have negotiations with automobiles to convince them to start emitting daisies instead of CO₂.

This might be the first time ever that a messenger has been shot for bringing a message of good news.
- Rich Lowry, The General Meets the Senate

When good news about the success of a country’s military is bad news for you, one can only assume that you are, in fact, an enemy of said country’s military and, consequently, and enemy of said country.

By the time I was on my way to my 9:30 class, Econ 365, the second plane had crashed as well. The professor had the CNN coverage projected on the 20-something foot wide screen in the front of the classroom, CBA 143. The professor, Dr. Donna Dudney, turned it off after about 10 minutes and told everyone that class was canceled. I made my way from the CBA over to the Lambda Chi house as quickly as possible, where I found a spot in the TV room with 15-20 other guys. Just a few minutes after I sat down the first tower fell. Nobody said anything for several seconds, before Joel Webber summed up everything we were all thinking by whispering, almost inaudibly, “Holy shit.”

Somewhere along the way video started coming in from the Pentagon, with a map of Pennsylvania and reports of another missing plane interspersed regularly. In the half-hour between the collapse of the first and second towers, I remember feeling as if these events on the screen were about 3 million miles away, but also that I was deeply and personally offended and impacted by them. The attitude in the room oscillated between foggy disbelief and acute outrage. An almost palpable blood lust filled the room as words like “al Qaeda” and “bin Laden” were introduced into vocabularies that were otherwise devoid of Arabic-sounding words. Somebody in the house found an American flag, which had probably served as a curtain in some Freshman’s room, and hung it from the outside of the house with several strips of duct tape. With the images of the second impact replaying over and over, I headed back home to grab some lunch before work.

I don’t remember much about how work went that afternoon. I think I alternated between Yahoo news and the small TV mounted in the conference room that could barely pick up channel 10 if you turned the antennae just right. By then the coverage had been reduced to the same 20 minutes of content being rehashed again and again.

Amanda and I had just started “officially” dating two nights before, and she called me from Hannibal, MO, to make sure that I wasn’t somehow secretly involved in the military or FBI or something. I remember thinking that was a really cute question, and I wondered if it was just an excuse for her to call me.

That was six years ago. In some ways it seems like it couldn’t possibly have been that long, while at the same time it seems like it’s been hundreds of years since Osama and Co. slaughtered thousands of Americans in cold blood. Like the Kennedy assassination, which was before my time, I expect that this event will be the “Where were you…” of my generation.

So, where were you? How do you remember it? What vivid details stick out in your mind? Feel free to leave a comment below.