It’s been a year since Major Nidal Hassan – a radicalized Muslim Army shrink – went on a rampage killing 13 1 people at Fort Hood. My betters are covering this topic from their own perspectives. This is from mine.

Last year I was in a deep tailspin. I had completely withdrawn from everyone and everything. My friend Art Lindsey stepped up and took over this blog, my popular Brass Balls Radio podcast was taken off the air, and I disappeared.

Until one afternoon in early November, I crawled to the living room to grab a cup of coffee. The TV was on and there was much chaos on the screen. Another Muslim had declared jihad on America.

For the first time in over a month, I rallied. I sat up straight; the words were actually sinking in. Despite my own problems, our war with Islam continued to rage. Even though I was hiding, the real world, in all it’s gruesome glory, had seeped in.

I wrote. For the first time in five weeks, I wrote something other than “be back soon” on my blog. I was focused, and goddammit I was angry. The Western world was continuing its head-in-the-sand policy of believing that Muslims could stand for something other than war and death, and once again were shown only war and death.

In my own sick way I want to thank Major Hassan for giving me back the hatred and anger that drives me. He did more for me last year than all the pills and shrinks could ever have accomplished on their own. He reminded me why I – as RightGirl – exist and why I must continue to maintain my blog and my fight.

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