All Iraqis can unite to defeat terrorism and can unite to rebuild the country.
Asymmetrical warfare is a euphemism for terrorism, just like collateral damage is a euphemism for killing innocent civilians.
It's not anthrax or terrorism or AIDS that is the worst ill in our world: The most horrible disease in the world is hate.
There is no doubt that our nation's security and defeating terrorism trump all other priorities.
In 1985, the Iranian sponsorship of terrorism was clear, solid evidence.
No references to the need to fight terror can be an argument for restricting human rights.
American credibility in the war on terrorism depends on a strong stand against all terrorist acts, whether committed by foe or friend.
A democratic and stable Iraq and Afghanistan are essential to our broader efforts to make no place safe for terrorists and to win the War on Terrorism.
We can't be politically correct - right or left - in the war on terrorism. Period.
They do believe that if we do not wage this war against terror in places like Baghdad and Kabul, we are more likely to have it waged in Baltimore and Kansas.
The Philippines was with the U.S. in the Second World War, in the Korean War, in the Vietnam War, and now in the war against terrorism.
The lax multiculturalism that urges Americans to accept the unacceptable from their fellow citizens is one of this nation's greatest vulnerabilities in the war on terror.
We must pass a national energy policy to continue our successes in the War on Terrorism.
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