Is There Any Way to Phase a Terrorist?

I am seriously so tired of all this experimenting our government does with these terrorists to get them to talk. I have the perfect solution to deal with terrorists both foreign and domestic–especially for those who come here from other countries to claim citizenship under false pretenses.  It will sound strange but it would work because they would receive no word…No news…Nothing of this country or their home country.  It would amount to solitary confinement on a prison ship at sea with NO visitors allowed aside from their cleric or the lawyers.

Regardless of their country of origin, they should receive no news from it. The logic being that if they renounced their own country and took an allegiance to this one and then betrayed it, they deserve no news  from either place.  Give them religious accommodation with a cleric from whatever religion they claim to be in–but do not let that cleric discuss news with them.

I think this would be a greater punishment than death or life in an American prison. Their actions would have real consequences. They would have no cause to support if they were stripped their countries, would they? I mean to the point to where there is NO television or radio either…

Their families would be notified of their well-being via a letter from them every week, but the offenders of this nature would only receive letters with notices of births, deaths and news of a personal nature–not anything that involves politics and such.  They would only be allowed on radio phone call with relatives after the death of an immediate family member, with clear instructions that if the family member tries to relay any news of either country, the call would abruptly be ended.

Does that sound too extreme?  Well…I wonder if they would be so eager to try to push their ideals and fear onto this country if they knew this would be the fate that awaited them…

I should give credit to the late Edward Everett Hale for this idea.  I really think as sad as the story “The Man Without a Country” is, it is far less tragic than the events we have seen unfold in this country in the past 13 years.  I think the concept of isolation and no news is worth some serious thought.  For whatever their cause is, it wouldn’t serve them well to receive this sentence.

At least I can honestly say it is an approach that has not been used before.  As long as they are fed, clothed and allowed their choice of whatever religion they want, a shower, and medical care  then they would be a lot better off than a lot of the American people are now. What do you think?

Well, that is my take on the subject and if it offends anyone, oh well…I’m used to that. If anyone has any other ideas that might ACTUALLY work, feel free to share them because after 13 years of crap, I’m open to something that might actually work as a solution.

Chew on this for a bit…

On September 10, 2011, I could not sleep.  Not too long before a young singer named Aaliyah died in a horrific plane crash.  As I was watching mourners line the streets on the day of her funeral, I looked at a co-worker and said, “I don’t know why but I feel as though this is a pre-cursor.  Something is about to change and I feel it.”  She thought I was going to win on another lottery ticket.  I had won $500 twice, a month and  a half apart.  That night, as I said, neither my son Brian nor myself could sleep at all.  We started feeling apprehensive and praying.  I don’t pray much but I felt that I had to that night.  When I felt a release in my spirit then was I able to lie down and sleep.

I was doing my student teaching at the time.  I was at a junior high school, on what I thought would be a typical morning.  I had my materials laid out and was excited to see how the students worked together well.  Just as I entered the room all was silent and the TV was on.  Mrs. Broadrick, my mentor teacher, had informed me that the World Trade Center had been attacked.  Since the administration deemed this a historical event, the TV’s would remain on inside the classrooms.

I was watching when the 2nd plane hit on a playback.  I sat down and whispered “We’re going to war.  This was no accident.”  At first some thought it was.  The children were all upset.  They couldn’t think about anything but what they realized was an enormous amount of destruction .  They thought of other children who had lost parents, grandparents, siblings and/or other relatives–as well as thinking that children their own age also parished.  In 16 minutes, those kids gained a sense of their own mortality that some adults have not even yet grasped.

Then there was one boy in particular that I will call “Rocky”.    His parents were on a trip and he begged us all to try to call Dulles airport  to see what flight his parents were on.  He  began to cry and throw a fit.  I got him to calm down and had them try to call his older brother. When his brother came to the school, he sat down with Rocky and told him, “Rocky they were not at Dulles airport, they left from Dallas! I talked to them and they said they are fine and to let you know not to  worry.”  That calmed him down and he went back to class, but then he began thinking…He drew a picture of what he’d seen in his classroom.   Eventually these would become part of his own scrapbook.  He quickly told us how he felt sad for the kids whose parents, brothers, sisters, grandparents, etc…would never come home.

Kids were drawing pictures for two weeks.  Even when trying to get on task, it was difficult for them to stay there.  As the days passed, they began writing letters and making cards for children they had never met.  No one has ever forgotten that day that lived through it–and no one who remembers it will ever forget it.  It is as engrained in our memories just as the memories of the attack on Pearl Harbor are engrained in the minds of another generation.

As the news of the death of Osama Bin Laden has begun to sink in, people have expressed every emotion imaginable–from grief for those lost because of the acts of this evil man–to fear for what may come at the hands of his underlings.  I don’t feel that there is any real closure as long as there are people who will follow such doctrines as al-Qaeda.  There will never be peace as long as those of this mentality are allowed to exert power over populations who fear them–and as long as they continue to murder and mutilate those who do not agree with them.  A population that is subjugated by fear and intimidation is never free.  Our forefathers knew that freedom came with a price.  That is one thing we must never forget.

Just as the battle cry at the Battle of San Jacinto was “Remember the Alamo! Remember Goliad!” after the slaughters Santa Anna was responsible for,  we must adopt a new battle cry as a nation.  This is far from over.  We knew this from the beginning.  In order to remain free, we must keep fighting until the last Al Qaeda and Taliban operatives are subdued, and the dictatorial leaders who support them put in their places once and for all.  Above all, we must not allow our own anxiety over things that haven’t happened to cripple us as a nation.  We shouldn’t have to be looking over our shoulders.  In this country, we should keep our eyes facing forward, never letting ourselves lose grip on the wheel for a second. When we do, that is when the “what ifs” start to creep in.

I have accepted that in order to keep what we have as a nation, we must fight off those who seek to destroy us.  There are those who simply want fighting to stop, even if it means we end up losing more than a simple pissing contest between political parties.  They live in their own world, where anyone who takes up arms in the military is an enemy to whatever it is they believe in and (God Forbid!) they keep arms to protect their own families and homes.  I may not own a gun, but it is imperative that those who are law-abiding be able to do so.

Our policemen our terribly outnumbered by street gangs and (soon) terrorists.  Our nation must remain vigilant and we must stop teaching its children lies about being a “good world citizen” because in the event that the fantasy of a one world system becomes a reality, who will be running it?  Iran?  China?  Some dictator with penis envy?  Think about it.  Nobody will convince me that one day the whole world will live in peace with open borders, and a world religion (much to the atheist’s dismay) will be suited to all.  As long as civilization has a tendency toward greed and lust for power, there will never be any such damned thing as “one world united”.  It won’t happen!  Somebody that is high up in power will always want to be in charge of it all, and there will always be people scheming in the wings to overthrow it–which will happen.  Alexander the Great tried to set up such crap before and his empire still fell.

Chew on that for a while.  In such a system, one group would have to be subjugated for the benefit of others.  That is a disaster waiting to happen.  It breeds resentment and discontent.  Eventually, it leads to overthrow–and has repeated itself in history many, many times…