That day is woven into the fiber of my being. There is no forgetting here...

We plan to watch Flight 93 with my girls tomorrow - they need to understand. That will be a good start.

I still sit on my deck and look at where the Towers used to be. No forgetting here either.

Same here. I still look up Ocean Avenue, where I was able to see the Towers my entire life...there's just a big empty space there now.

It makes me want to f**king rip that ugly bitch's head off with my bare hands, and shove it up her fat, greasy, pimply muzzie ass.

I will never forget that day either. Those no good, monsterous, evil sonzabitches. Now, we're catering to those mother fuckers with foot washing stations and such. Never forget, and never forgive.

If this country were to ever get hit by another Islamo-fascist terror attack again, I say we nuke Mecca, no questions asked. And then nuke it again, a year later for good measure.

I can't stand Islam. I hate all Islam now. I have no tolerance for any of those mother fuckers. The burning anger which flows through me every 9/11 will be the reminder to myself that those scumbags are never, ever to be trusted.

Good thing I wasn't President during 9/11, because Mecca would be nothing more than green glass after I was done with it.