Where have you gone, John Wayne?

At times Fore Left can get down pretty deep on the gloom and doom. This blog was started not only as a vehicle to offer my personal backspin to the daily nonsense, but as a search for the truth. Sometimes the depressing truth can be pretty depressing.

So it's a challenge to find humor in most of this stuff, but it's imperative to try whenever possible. Things could be a lot worse. At the same time, the GWoT is the biggest story of my lifetime and something I find impossible not to blather upon.

Over the weekend two thought-provoking articles struck a chord with me regards this whole depressing thing. One was about standing tall in the face of death, the other about the recent 9/11 movies. You may have read one or both since they were linked at the major sites. I'd like to share my opinions.

For years we've all witnessed how utterly determined these whackjobs are at murdering innocent people in the name of their God, to the point of carrying babies on martyrdom airplane operations, rearranging dead bodies for photo-ops, or diverting earthquake relief money to killers. As a notorious rock and roll poet once said, you can't argue with a sick mind. Such is the case here.

Therefore with no true diplomatic end in sight, at some point we may find ourselves facing down a jihadist prior to our personal day of judgment. As Mr. Crittenden suggests, we must aspire to "die well".

That allusion seems to dovetail into Oliver Stone's World Trade Center film. The flick has received good reviews and it's nice he didn't politicize it, but I have the same problem with the concept Mr. Imm did. These films are seemingly placing the events of 2001 into a distant historical box, as if they couldn't reoccur. They can, and perhaps to an even greater level. Then what, another tribute movie?

Where is Hollywood to remind us why western culture is worth fighting for? Was "Red Dawn" the last effort before political correctness took over, or will we have to settle for "Team America"? There seem to be no more John Waynes.

If my own demise comes at the hands of terrorists, which is admittedly remote, I'd prefer to use another movie for my source of inspiration--"The Alamo". What better way to go than Billy Bob Thornton's portrayal of Tennessean Davy Crockett? Coming from someone who posts here anonymously I've got a ways to go, but one can always set goals.