DON’T GET ME STARTED:  Respect for the past.

Ain’t no one got time to hear me rant for three hours.

THE PRC IS DRIVING SOME OF THIS SHIT:  The Return of What is Truth.

However, Russia and our native pudding heads came up with some of it too.

ANALYSIS: TRUE.

OFT EVIL WILL SHALL EVIL MAR: Here in Knoxville at UT there was a lot of snarkiness about Charlie Kirk on social media, which drew attention from politicians and some University officials, but the actual “Kirkiversary” gathering on the HSS Lawn at UT was 400 people chanting “Kirk! Kirk! Kirk!” and singing “We Are Charlie Kirk.”

As usual, the nasty left is a minority pretending to be a majority. They aren’t. They’re a nasty, mean, violent fringe, but they’re outnumbered and it’s good to remind them of that.

OPEN THREAD: Have fun.

ICYMI: Let’s Talk 9/11, Then and Now.

UPDATE (FROM GLENN): To the people who say “no more forever wars” — the way you avoid forever wars is to crush your enemies, entirely and finally. Nothing less.

THE LAST ORDINARY MORNING IN YESTERDAY’S WORLD:

I envy something about generations too young to remember September 11. They cannot know what it was like to possess the almost absurd confidence in our own security that so many of us had before 9:03 that morning.

For thousands of families, the horror of that day was unimaginably greater. They lost parents, children, spouses, siblings, and friends.

I didn’t lose anyone I loved on September 11.

What I lost was much smaller.

I lost the certainty that another ordinary Tuesday would always come.

At 8:55 that morning, I was an 18-year-old girl in yesterday’s clothes, hungover, laughing at the idea that I might be watching the news. My biggest concern was making it to my first shift at Best Buy.

Eight minutes later, I watched an airplane disappear into the side of a skyscraper full of people.

Twenty-five years have passed. I know much more about that world now. I know the names of the men who attacked us. I know what they believed. I know what it takes to keep people like them from doing it again. And I know that the safety I once took for granted was never guaranteed at all.

But sometimes, when I think about September 11, I don’t think first about terrorists or wars or falling towers.

I think about that girl in the barn loft.

I think about how completely safe she believed she was.

And I wish, just for a moment, I could give her back the world she thought she lived in.

This is what the Manhattan skyline looked like 25 years ago tonight: