Monday, September 12, 2005

With all the talk of memorials for the 9/11 attacks, I can't help but wish for days gone by. You know, the days when memorials consisted of engraved granite slabs and bronze statues frozen in motion, not environmentally-friendly pseudo-skyscrapers and insulting red crescents. Donald Trump thinks the Freedom Tower is stupid and ugly. He wants to rebuild the towers, but one story taller. I couldn't agree more. If someone knocks down your building, you shouldn't spend your time worrying about why they hate you, you should spend you time rebuilding. From today's Bleat: "I wish they’d build it again. The same two towers. Because we can. Because they can’t."

I couldn't agree more.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Loser Threatens America Again

I found this article interesting. Seems a California nut went and enlisted in al Qaeda, and now he spends his days making cheap threat videos and refusing to show his face. Illuminating quote: "We are Muslims. We love peace, but peace on our terms, peace as laid down by Islam, not the so-called peace of occupiers and dictators." He is a selfish, selfish boy. Didn't he ever learn to share? Didn't his parents tell him he can't always have his way? Short answer: probably not. And now, without further ado, I will answer his demands in the traditional Americans manner:


Saturday, September 10, 2005

Epiphany. Weird.

Have you ever had a moment when you stopped being self-absorbed, just for a minute, and realized that other people exist when they're not with you? I had one of those moments tonight. I'm such a total flirt, and I didn't even see it--I mean really see it--until about three minutes before I started writing this post. My brain hurts. My ankle hurts, too. So does my heart (but not because of the flirting). Oh God, adulthood is painful. But it's painful like a shot, where it hurts but you know that it's good for you. I honestly don't know where I'm going with this; I just had to get some of my thoughts out into the ether. Goodnight for now.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

That Day

It's been almost four years since that day.

It still hurts. Not anywhere as bad as it used to, but it still hurts. I don't think the hurt will ever really go away. I'm not sure I want it to.

All I know is that if I ever, God forbid, find myself in the same situation as the men and women on Flight 93, I hope I could act with a tenth or even a hundredth of their nobility, their bravery and their selfless courage.

It still hurts.