Hail To The Chief

On the morning of September 11th. 2001 when we were attacked by Muslim terrorists it was America's good fortune to have George W. Bush as President of the United States for he realised at once that a dagger had been plunged into the very heart of our republic and immediately began to plan a devastating response, something for which the devotees of islamic terror had neither expected nor prepared.

During the years that followed, while many of those who today have just assumed high national office bolted and ran for cover after voting their assent to what had been decided, President Bush held our torch aloft often alone and always at great political and personal cost. He was criticised, vilified, satirised, mocked, and lampooned but he never wavered. He was deaf to the howling of the ferocious mob. He did his duty. He led when the hypocrites, the faithless, and the timid, deserted the nation and its soldiers in the field of battle. He kept the faith. He kept the honor of the Oval Office. He kept us safe.

"When the goodman mends his armor,
And trims his helmet's plume;
When the goodwife's shuttle merrily
Goes flashing through the loom;
With weeping and with laughter
Still is the story told,
How well Horatius kept the bridge
In the brave days of old."

Hail to the Chief.

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