Yo, Osama! 

Well, the government finally named you as a suspect,
so I guess it's fair to talk about you now. 
Thought you had us, didn't you? 
What a laugh! 
You did more to unify this country 
than George Washington. 

See, we Americans had gotten sort of distracted. 
We worried about things like lockboxes, taxes, 
and who was committing hanky panky with whom. 
We were too stressed to reach out to one another, 
to sit down and talk with our kids, 
to call our spouses at work and tell them we loved them. 
We were MUCH too busy to even think 
about giving blood or going to the hardware store 
to buy and hang an American flag. 

You changed all that, Osama, you and your gang of creeps.
I met my neighbors in the park across the street tonight. 
We talked quietly while everybody gathered. 
Then we lit our candles and just stood there silently, 
holding them. 
Without anybody saying anything, 
we walked back to our neighborhood 
and set them on our doorsteps. 
They are still burning. 
You will never be able to put them out. 

See, Osama? 
You think you get ticked off 
when someone messes with your culture, 
your beliefs, your country? 
Just wait a minute 
you flea bitten miserable excuse for human DNA!
You haven't seen anything like the anger of a MOTHER
who's son has to go off to defend their homeland 
against your cowardice and hatred. 
You haven't seen anything like the WIFE of a fireman, 
policeman or EMT who clings to hope
wondering if he'll ever return 
from trying to help his fellowman 
in your moment of destruction.

You haven't seen anything like the WOMAN 
who will keep her family, and her neighbors family, 
and her best friend's family, 
and country's family going when hope and energy falls low.
You haven't seen anything like the good OLE GIRL 
who weeps tears of agony for family's she's never known 
or never will meet, just because she cares. 

You think the American MEN are bad? 
You just better thank your lucky stars 
that you aren't dealing with one of us
American WOMEN right now.
Trust me, the men are the ones showing restraint.
I have heard the best ideas of just how graphically 
you need to be disposed of lately in the beauty shop,
nail salon and the grocery store lines. 

I've had more meaningful conversations 
with my teenager this week 
than in the last couple of years combined. 
Tonight I was driving her to a friend's house 
when the voice of Lee Greenwood came over the radio 
singing "I'm Proud to Be an American." 
We were stuck in traffic, 
and normally we would have been snapping at one another. 
She started singing along softly with the radio. 
I joined in. 
By the second verse we were singing at the top of our voices 
with the windows rolled down. 
People stuck in traffic on either side of us joined in.
By the time we were finally able to move a little, 
perfect strangers were wiping their eyes, 
blowing their horns 
and shouting good wishes to one another. 

I hung an American flag on my house yesterday 
for the first time in my life. 
I'd like to get another one, 
but there are no flags or anything else red, white, or blue 
left in any store in this town. 
My daughter and I did find some white and blue ribbon 
in the sewing box. 
Tomorrow we're going to make a huge blue-and-white bow 
and fasten it to the front grille of the car. 

I called my husband at work today just to tell him I loved him.
I hadn't done that for a while - too busy, I guess. 
It felt wonderful.
We are going to send some money to a fund to help the victims.
Tonight at the dinner table we talked about the various charities
and tried to decide which one was best. 
Normally we just eat and run. 
It was the best dinner table conversation 
we've had in a long time. 
We finally decided on a fund that's been set up
for the children of the rescue workers 
who were killed in New York City. 
We'd never given much thought 
to appreciating all they do for us before now. 

My husband and I are on a waiting list to give blood.
It'll be awhile before our names come up; 
there are over 500 people ahead of us. 
There's been a shortage of blood in this area.
I wouldn't be surprised if the blood donated 
all across this country eventually saves more people 
than you killed. 
That would be a fitting memorial to those who died. 

We're sticking together. 
Our politicians are rising to the occasion. 
Rudy Giuliani and George W. Bush 
never looked half as statesmanlike as they have this week. 
Partisan bickering?
What's that? 
Half the Congress stood on the steps 
of the Capitol the other night and sang 
"God Bless America." 

See, Osama, you underestimated us. 
And maybe for too long we've been underestimating ourselves. 
This is the greatest, strongest,  richest, most beautiful country in the world. 
Our firefighters, policemen, EMTs, and people like the ones 
on the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania have reminded us 
that we're also the bravest and most determined. 

You can't destroy us, and you can't stop us.
Because we're coming, Osama.

Just thought you oughta know. 
And, just to show you how good hearted we Americans are, 
I will end by saying THANK YOU because, 
you have managed to instill 
back into the heart of every American, 
young and old, black, white, red, or yellow, 
what we always knew deep down. 
We are strong.  We are brave. 

We are ONE NATION, UNITED UNDER GOD.
We will overcome this 
as we have always overcame those moments 
that tested our very being. 

And, Osama, I say this, 
all the while asking God to forgive ME,
for I do not feel any compassion 
or have any mercy on your soul, 
but ... 
may you and all your cowardly friends 
soon sit happily in those front row seats 
You have reserved in Hell. 

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