Remembering 9-11
This day brings up nothing but sadness, for those who lost their lives that day, and how we felt.
9/11/2001 is one of those days where everyone remembers where they were and what they were doing when they found out. Like the day Kennedy was shot (so I’m told, though I’m too young to have a vivid memory of that day — being about four at the time).
This is also a day of sadness for me for the stupidness and abuse of power that came in its wake, when the American press assumed that government was a choice between freedom and safety, and our government decided that invading a country who had nothing to do with attacking us was low hanging fruit.
If George Bush had been our President for Pearl Harbor, World War II would have been waged against Venezuela.
Being political doesn’t help relieve the sadness of this day, though.
Sometimes this day is so sad I don’t write anything. This year I thought I would.
Tomorrow will be September 12th, and I’ll return to what some find to be the more chronically depressing subject of the erosion of our home values. But look: for the most part, people aren’t leaping out of skyscrapers over the real estate market.
Besides, if you want to be cheered up, what are you reading me for?
Might I recommend a movie?
