And Whittle Can Still Zing

Zzzzinngggg:

On September 12, 2001, we woke to a new world, a world where the chattering classes of the intellectual elites made a prediction: a prediction framing the upcoming fight, and the nature of the two opposing camps:

One of them was soft, decadent, a nation of braggarts and bullies, without the guts for a real fight, capable of dishing out pain but bound to cut and run like cowards when they were finally hit hard enough.

The other force was hard as nails, dedicated, unstoppable, unrelenting. Their belief in their ideology made them impervious to casualties, and they would bear any hardship and endure any pain and never, ever surrender until they had achieved total victory, for their revenge on the crimes done against them.

They could never be defeated, these people: never. Not with the cause they believed in. They would die, seemingly to the last man, to defend their ideology.

You know what? Turns out those preditions were completely, totally, astonishingly correct.