This is an out-of-office notice. RightGirl is going to go dark. Maybe for a day, maybe for a week or two. I’m fucking tired.

I love you all, I really do, but I come first.

I will be under the blankets with the phones off. Don’t call. Don’t knock. The dogs are still being fed.

Don’t pity me. Don’t try to take care of me. I can do it better than you can if you just give me a fucking break to do it.

Love and Thanks.

xoxo

I still know the timeline by heart.

Monday, September 25th, 10am: Phone rings. “It’s time.” I throw on my blue Calvin’s and a white t-shirt, head down to the hospital.

Tuesday, September 26th: Still waiting. I pass a little time by pre-writing the obituary. The sun is hot in the little sitting room at the end of the hall, and I’m starting to smell funky.

Wednesday, September 27th, 5:40am: Joanie comes down the hall to where I’m napping upright in a chair. “Hurry!”

6:04am: With my hand on his arm, I felt the last frantic surge of blood through my father’s veins. And then… nothing.

6:18am: The on-call is finally located and calls TOD at 6:19, which I knew to be a lie.

His brother Billy tidied the room and collected his things while I went to make calls, file the obit, and sign papers. I drove Billy home, and began the 3-day circus of mourning.

To the garage because I’d fucked up my car. Until a few hours before, it had been my dad’s car.

To the funeral parlor in my boss’s car. More forms. The funeral director - a young woman named Stephanie - cried because I was so young. I just stared at her and asked for Form F13. Who had time to cry?

To the florist to waste money, because it was something one just did.

Finally, around 3pm, a much-needed shower and change of clothes.

6pm: Pick up the advance on the life insurance from my dad’s friend, who had got it from HR at work.

7:30pm: Steve took me out to ChiChis to get me drunk on tequila, hoping I’d sleep. Pfft. Sleep is for sissies!

11:15pm: I put Steve to bed, drunk. I then go out to the living room to start filling out government claim forms and filing death notices.

The funeral was on the 30th. That afternoon I finally slept. Three days later I turned 19.

Sixteen years is a long time, Daddy. I still miss you, though.

This week Wendy interviews Brad Ross of the T.T.C., Kimberly’s cat “steps on it”, Troy Davis, child rapists, and waivers for “No Child Left Behind.”

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The Conservative government wants to table back-to-work legislation in the event that Air Canada flight attendants strike.

WRONG.

Unlike the monopolies we have in Canada (the mail springs to mind, since we just had a strike), there are dozens of airlines that people can fly. If you bought your ticket through a travel agent or on your Visa, your flight is insured, which means you can cross the airport to another counter and buy a ticket with an airline that doesn’t have uppity flight attendants. The capitalist system works, which means if Air Canada’s unions want to crush it into oblivion, someone else will pick up the slack.

Then we have the union-humping NDP:

NDP MP Yvon Godin denounced the government move but said it was too early to say whether his party would launch a parliamentary filibuster like the one that delayed passage of legislation to end a Canada Post lockout in June.

“They’re taking rights away from the working people. Where is that right of free bargaining?” Godin said.

WRONG again!

If these aging beauty queens and rampant homosexuals don’t like the deal they have with Air Canada, they have the right to go work somewhere else. Again, that’s a product of the capitalist free market. If they are so maltreated by Air Canada, they can always serve coffee at Starbucks. They’re free to do that. Somehow I think that if they were reminded of that right, they might just skip the strike altogether.

Here’s a tip for all involved: Fly Porter. Better looking stew’s, better service, and way cheaper. Enjoy!

Further to my interview with Jamie Walton of The Wayne Foundation, I am hoping my readers will be generous and help her raise some money for the cause.

I had pledged at the start of the month to donate any ad revenue for September to TWF, but I’ve had to adjust things slightly. You see, every year in the lead-up to September 11, my traffic takes a huge spike. Huge. And on the 13th, I received an email from Google saying they had noted an “unusual” (for them, maybe) spike in traffic, and were cutting off my ads. You read that right: Because every September I pay tribute to the dead, and some of their families stop by to reminisce, they cut me off. And by their ToS, they have every right to. In layman’s language, the ToS read something like “If we have a headache or a hangnail, we can and will cut you off.”

C’est la vie.

Of course, Google wasn’t my only revenue from GOTR. I have private ads, too. But Google consistently paid between $120-$150 month. Consistently, meaning no spikes in traffic, ahem.

So my Brass Balls co-host Kimberly Haney and I decided we would simply cover the Google payout ourselves, and this morning a check was mailed. Instead of having to wait till mid-November to get the revenue from September, The Wayne Foundation will have it by Friday.

Now it’s back to you, my lovely, lazy, cheap readers who have access to this wonderful blog for FREE and its associated podcast every day. Since you can no longer sit back and click, knowing that Wendy would take care of all the charitable work, like good conservatives you have to do it YOURSELF.

This is the donation link. This is the t-shirt link.

This is my email: rightgirl AT girlontheright DOT com

I want to know of your good deeds, to ensure that I’m attractive the right kind of readers. After all, if you don’t want to help victims of child sex trafficking, you must have a vested interest in child sex trafficking, no? Yeah, I went there. I’ve never been one for subtlety. So go throw $5, $10, $20, $100 at The Wayne Foundation.

DO IT NOW.

Jamie Walton is the founder and head of The Wayne Foundation (www.the-waynefoundation.org), a resource for child victims of sex trafficking. Jamie herself was a trafficked child, and this week we talk about her story. For further backstory, go to Kevin Smith’s SMinterview with Jamie here (http://smodcast.com/episodes/jamie-walton-2/) and here (http://smodcast.com/episodes/jamie-walton-part-2/).

If you believe that there is a child in danger in your area, contact 1-888-373-7888 in the US. In Canada, contact Cybertips.ca.

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At Christmas one of my girlfriends gave me A State Beyond the Pale: Europe’s Problem with Israel by Robin Shepherd. When I went for my surgery in February I tossed it into my overnight bag, and never saw it again.

Till last week, when I was tidying up the boudoir.

Europe has always been anti-Semitic - WWII pretty much proved that, when Jews were turned over in droves by their neighbors and associates. And now that Europe is being Islamicized, it’s getting to be like the 30s and 40s all over again. Add to that the incessant bitching and moaning over Israel and her borders, and you have a very unpleasant state of affairs for Jews.

This is a dense book, so I doubt I’ll breeze through it like the latest in the Shopaholic series, but I know it will be an interesting, educational and likely infuriating read.

So thank you, my dear friend, for giving it to me, despite how it may cause me to froth at the mouth.

Readers can pick up their copy from Amazon, and buying through these links helps support not only this blog, but a serious book-buying habit.

My cohost Kimberly Haney and I were on a call yesterday to go over the backstory of an upcoming guest. We were trying to find angles for questions, and so I was describing the guest to Kim.

“One great area of questioning would be to ask how they explained their lifestyle to those not in the know. They lived in a big house, neither appeared to work, and he played golf all day - basically they were the Obamas.”

Except I was talking about the owners of an escort service.

I have been tossed into Twitmo just in time for tonight’s CNN/Tea Party debate. I blame the patriarchy or something.

So now I have to do things as I did them pre-2008… I have to “live blog,” which is already so archaic that the Guardian in the UK does it.

Cool toy: President Bingo.

My chosen drinking cues are any invocation of 9/11, and any mention of racism.

I hope Bachmann has her helmet on again like last time. (Check out Perry with Bachmann’s helmet!)

Ok, off to mix a cocktail or twelve. Check back to this blog for some good old fashioned live debate blogging from 8pm onward.

7:39 It appears I have been released from Twitmo. The dogs and I had been singing revolutionary songs, and were getting ready to burn a flag. We chose Tonga, because… who the fuck expects that, right?

7:45 Trying to navigate through CNN’s rubbish website to get to the livestream of the debate. With the rise of people watching streaming video and the decline of people having cable packages, wouldn’t it make sense if the network websites didn’t require more drilling down than shale excavation?

7:49 Chuck Norris will be present at the debate.

7:52 God bless the Tea Party, but they are some dog ugly people.

7:57 I keep expecting Howie Mandell to come out on stage.

8:02 Plan to chug it back every time Herman Cain says NINENINENINE!

8:06 Ron Paul, in addition to being batshit crazy, also looks like Roddy McDowell.

8:07 That singing of the Star Spangled Banner was SO. FUCKING. BAD. even i refused to stand. And I stand when it’s a ringtone.

8:14 Bachmann says Obama stole from Medicare to create Obamacare. Raaaaacism!

8:17 Soooo glad I didn’t pick “Ponzi scheme” as a drinking cue. I’d be in the hospital already!

8:23 Newt calls Obama “scary.” Raaaaacism!

8:26 Question being asked by some Tea Party chick who looks like she gets 2-for-1 tanning with John Boehner.

8:31 I wouldn’t mind a threesome with Romney and Perry. Just sayin’.

8:42 NINENINENINE! Chug it back, motherfuckers!

8:48 “The American people create jobs, not government.” Point Newt.

8:51 Just remembered Huntsman is there. Take a drink!

8:55 Yes, the Fed DOES need an audit. Hellz yes.

8:57 Bachmann on Bernake treason. She dodges the question entirely.

9:00 Q: “Out of every dollar I earn, how much do you think I deserve to keep?” Awesome. Fucking awesome.

9:03 Point Newt on how GE doesn’t pay tax.

9:07 Perry backtracking on Gardisil. Hmmm…

9:10 Point Bachmann on Merck and Gardisil.

9:13 Point Cain on total repeal of Obamacare. Also, NINENINENINE! Take a drink!

9:18 Blitzer has the glow of a young pregnant woman. I suspect Clinique.

9:20 Blitzer is being a cunt. Backs Paul into a corner about letting people die if they can’t afford care. Paul is a doctor, took the oath.

9:27 Illegal immigration. At least MSNBC had the comedic prowess to bring out a random spic to ask the question. CNN got a creepy dude in a Hawaiian shirt. Fail.

9:32 Perry pulls “states rights” on illegal immigration. Sorry, but that’s an issue for the Fed.

9:33 Huntsman, who I keep forgetting is even there, accuses Perry of treason for not having tighter borders. Wow. Lots of boooooooos!

9:37 Energy independence. First to Cain. Please say NINENINENINE, I beg you!

9:39 To Gingrich on Nat Sec. Invokes 9/11. Take a drink! Ron Paul makes the usual isolationist argument. *yawn*

9:43 Ron Paul just threw his election chance by blaming America for 9/11.

9:44 Huntsman jumps on the Blame America bandwagon. He and Paul will likely be applying for jobs at Cain’s pizza chain pretty soon.

9:50 Paul said he’s teach America Austrian economics. Worked for Hitler!

9:51 Herman Cain would give us a sense of humor. Not a bad idea!

Final thoughts: Ron Paul and Huntsman are done. You won’t see them again. They slaughtered the sacred cow and blamed America for 9/11. We don’t need that - we have Paul Krugman for that. Bachmann has performed way better than I ever expected. Move her on to the next round. Herman Cain never has been and never will be a serious candidate. And where the fuck is Allen West?

Shorter Marxist: If I can’t get some of the money rich kids have, then rich kids shouldn’t have it either!

Some Toronto woman who bears an unsettling resemblance to Ezra Levant no longer wants to see kids raising money in bake sales and door-to-door chocolate bar drives, because the ones in rich neighborhoods make higher sales.

Ontario should ban school fundraising because of the “shocking” differences in amounts raised — but in the meantime Toronto’s public board should consider pooling such monies among schools to ensure fairness, says a report to be released Monday by Social Planning Toronto.

The report, in part using data obtained by the Star through freedom of information requests, says that the top 20 wealthiest public elementary schools in Toronto brought in almost $250,000 each over three years, and the neediest 20 schools less than $7,000 each.

“It’s quite shocking,” said Lesley Johnston, research and policy analyst for Social Planning Toronto, which is funded by the United Way, City of Toronto and Ontario Trillium Foundation.

“I can’t wrap my head around it, the sheer size of the differential. It’s overwhelming to think of the opportunities.”

Apparently it’s news to this guy woman that those in more affluent neighborhoods have more disposable income. Not noting, of course, that those in poor neighborhoods dispose of their income on cigarettes, bingo and scratch tickets, but I digress.

Conservative families have always wanted the opportunity to send their kids to school with the rich kids, because the schools are better, what with the lack of weaponry and all. This Marxist instead wants the rich schools to be just as rubbish as her kids’ school.

The best analogy for this is Canada’s “free” “health” “care” (three lies for the price of one!) where those with money can’t get service faster/better, thus clogging up the waiting lists for everyone else.

I have an idea: If this sadsack wants an affordable field trip for kids in poor schools, how about the city morgue? Give poor kids an education about their future!

All joking aside, I was born into an immigrant slum in Montreal, and my first school was dirt poor. Our field trips were awesome! They were simple and inexpensive. A trip to see how bagels were made. A trip to the botanical gardens. Easy, inexpensive stuff that we didn’t have to raise a lot of money to do.

As for selling chocolate bars, everyone knows the best way to do it is to send your stash to work with your dad and have him sell them to his coworkers. Then again, if you don’t have a dad, or dad doesn’t have a job, I see where that could be a problem. But that comes down to personal lifestyle choice, not government responsibility.

Social Planning Toronto hopes to make this an election issue, and will be asking questions of candidates at election education forums held in schools across the city on Sept. 20.

The NDP has already said the issue is one it will address in its platform, calling for changes to what has become a two-tiered education system, shortchanging students in lower-income neighbourhoods.

The report also notes that about 30 Toronto public schools have their own private foundations that fundraise — on top of any parent council activities — and that money does not have to be publicly accounted for.

Whine whine whine. Rich people have stuff! How dare they have stuff! If I have to be miserable, the rich kids have to be miserable too!

Obama makes a whole bunch of speeches, the unions are deep deep inside the White House, there is still a large hole at the bottom of lower Manhattan, and Mark Steyn joins us for the entire second half to talk about his new book After America.

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This is the time every year when I close the book on September 11. I want to thank everyone for stopping by today, especially the friends and family members of those we lost that day.

For the next 364 days I will remain angry and steadfast, but I will not cry. I do my crying one day a year. Only one out of every 365/6 days do I allow myself the freedom to feel. Perhaps because, on that day ten years ago, I could feel nothing at all.

As I said earlier today, I had considered ending this annual indulgence, but I’ve decided against it. Someone has to tell the tale to the next generation. Might as well be me.

The Koran says to kill us where they find us. I suggest we reverse the tactic.

I’m not a big fan of fashion magazines, but I always by the gigantic “hobo killer” issue of Vogue that comes out every Fall.

As I went through page after page of fashion ads, I came across an article about a woman who survived 9/11.

Gruesome. She stepped into the lobby, late for work, when a fireball came tearing down the elevator shaft and out onto unsuspecting people. She spent months in the hospital.

This is the story of Lauren Manning.

Ten years after the attack, what do you see as the lasting legacy of 9/11? How has your experience colored your approach to parenthood and to life in general?
After 9/11, we learned that we could not be complacent about our safety and security, but at the same time we learned that Americans can unite and together overcome even the most serious challenges, something that should give us strength as we once again face troubled times. My approach as a parent hasn’t changed, but if anything, I embrace my life and my family even more strongly because the true beauty and happiness that I have is in the time we spend with one another.

A far more moving version of Manning’s story is in the print edition. Pick it up (if you can lift it!) at newsstands.

I have a September 11th playlist on my iPod. It includes the usual: God Bless the USA by Lee Greenwood and the USMC Band doing Amazing Grace.

But there are a few tunes that are a little harder to come by, and I share them here for your downloading pleasure. RIGHT CLICK TO DOWNLOAD.

The Cure - Killing An Arab

Def Leppard - Gods of War 9/11 Remix

Metallica - Seek and Destroy 9/11 Remix

My pal Jimmie Bise from The Sundries Shack reminded me the other night that some of the heroes of September 11th were the 10,000 inhabitants of Gander, Newfoundland, who opened their homes to strangers when American air traffic was diverted.

Gander has a tribute page on its site that talks about the day the planes came in.

As the hours went by, food became scarce, toilets overflowed and nerves were frayed. Like many of the other passengers, Muro did not even know where Gander was. “I’m embarrassed to say I never heard of it before,” he said.

Some of the passengers remained on the airplanes for as long as 30 hours. But when they finally disembarked, they got a warm welcome. It turned out that the people of Gander had come together like never before to make sure every single person would be taken care of.

Although Newfoundland is the poorest province in Canada, everyone helped out. When calls went out for food and bedding, Ganderites emptied their cupboards and closets and went to the airport.

“They had been there all night long bringing food and standing at the tables, passing it out,” said Bass.

Asked who was manning the tables, Ricardelli said: “They were the grocer, they were the postman, the pastors. They were your everyday citizens of Gander who just came out.”

Gander has a population of just 10,000, and only a few hotels, with a total of 550 rooms. So the locals opened their schools, churches and homes to the visitors they called “the plane people.” The town’s school bus drivers, who had been on strike for weeks, came off the picket lines to shuttle passengers to their new quarters.

The local telephone company set up long-distance phone banks so that passengers could call home. Wires and cables were strung so that television and Internet connections were available.

Local Liz Gilbert invited the Muros to her log cabin on the banks of the Gander river. She housed and fed them for four days, but doesn’t think she did anything out of the ordinary. “This is all I know of Newfoundland. This is the way everybody is,” she said. “Thousands and thousands of people volunteered and everyone did the same thing as I did and more.”

Finally, after four days, the airport and the skies reopened and the “plane people” headed home - after tearful, heartfelt goodbyes.

Soon after, the town began receiving cards, gifts and thank-you notes in the form of donations. Even though the citizens of Gander neither asked for nor expected anything in return, their grateful guests have raised more than $60,000 for the town. Many of the town’s new friends even promised to come back for vacation, under better circumstances.

Here in Canada, Newfoundland is the butt of many jokes. But not that day. That day, they were heroes. Thanks for reminding me of the little bit my country could do, Jimmie. And check out Jimmie’s 9/11 post: The New Tet.

In the UK, a group of Muslims got together today to burn the American flag and celebrate the 2996 people killed by their fellow Muslims.

But in the Middle East, tiny Israel - attacked daily by jihadists - has a memorial to September 11th, which took place so far away. Unique in the world, Israel knows what it’s like to be hated, despised and attacked by a so-called “peaceful” religion. A religion that is based on blood, slavery and conquest.

Thank you, Israel. Thank you for understanding better than anyone what we’re up against. Thank you for remembering. Thank you for the tribute to the dead.

A sobering look back at 9/11 as the hosts of Take That! Radio describe how that fateful day effected them personally. They talk about what they were doing and what they were thinking on the day America was attacked by terrorists.

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There aren’t many heroes that remain from that gruesome day. Most of them are mere dust, destroyed by a cult of death. One of the few that do is Lisa Jefferson, who worked in the Verizon Airphone call center. She is the brave woman who held the line open for Todd Beamer, who prayed with him, and who ultimately had to hang up her phone after 15 minutes of dead air. Dear air. Interesting expression, that.

Here is her interview with Beliefnet, for the 5th anniversary in 2006.

There are few strangers I’d like to meet. Few stranger to whose funerals I’d go, or to whose sides I would rush to stand. She is one of those few.

You know, the way I look at it, God picked certain people. He handpicked certain people to be on that flight and he picked a group full of heroes, people he knew that would stand up against the terrorists and fight back for the good of our nation and that’s exactly what they did.

On a sunny Tuesday morning, one month before his 33rd birthday, Edward Maloney III - known to all as Teddy - left for a typical day at the office. The TradeSpark offices of Cantor Fitzgerald were located on the 104th floor of One World Trade Center, NY, NY.

At 9:03am on that sunny morning, September 11, 2001, United Airlines Flight 175 crashed into the building, approximately 5 floors below where Teddy worked.

Teddy Maloney died that day, along with 684 other Cantor Fitzgerald employees located on the 101st-105th floors.

Born in Berlin, Germany to Sally and Edward, Teddy, his brother Mark and his sister Sally were raised in Andover Ct. While attending Proctor Academy, Teddy played Varsity hockey. In November 2002, Proctor dedicated the Maloney Memorial Ice Rink to his memory.

Though he worked in the city, Teddy and his wife lived in Darien, CT. Cantor Fitzgerald had promised Maloney a move to the Darien office, to become effective the end of 2001 or early 2002. The Rye Rangers of Rye, NY played just up I-95 from Darien, CT. Teddy played with them. He was one of three Rye Rangers who worked for Cantor Fitzgerald who were killed that day. Just before Christmas, 2001, the Rye Rangers played a fundraiser game for the families of the 3 victims. The hope was to raise a little money to give the surviving children a good Christmas, while the widows awaited the Cantor payouts.

When Teddy died on September 11, 2001, his daughter Mason was 14 months old. After he disappeared - presumed, as so many were, to be alive and missing - Mason refused to let go of her father’s photograph. She slept in his room, in his bed. She waited for Daddy to return.

Church of the Resurrection, Rye, NY

His beloved wife Brinley, 29, who he had spoken to just moments before the attack, was 7 months pregnant with their second daughter. Teddy Bray Maloney was one of the precious babies born in the aftermath of the tragedy - a final memorial to the lost fathers.

On September 28, 2001, a memorial was held in Rye, NY at The Church of the Resurrection. The memory of Edward Francis “Teddy” Maloney III was laid to rest, surrounded by friends and family, including his father, Edward Francis Maloney II.

A memorial page (one of many) for Teddy Maloney can be found at this link.

For as long as Girl on the Right exists, this tribute to Teddy Maloney will be posted every September 11. I hope one day it will serve as a record of Teddy to his little girls.