Arriving at the PATH station always prompts a memory or two of 9/11. Today, of course, reminders are everywhere. As you walk up out of Ground Zero in the PATH station today, chewing on your own memories of the day, the first thing you are confronted with is...Truthers.
I'm not sure why it angers me, but it did.
The view from my window is Zuccotti Park (who knew that was Zucotti Park?), where today's ceremonies will be held. Right now some sort of horn is blowing. Whatever it is, it's not easy to maintain a pitch.
Posted by Mindles H. Dreck at September 11, 2007 8:55 AM | TrackBack | Technorati inbound linksI can not imagine what it is to have your whole community altered the way NYC was because of 9/11. In a way I suppose it is like what NOLA went through after Katrina.
And Truthers blow. They make me mad regularly. Today of all days would be very bad to run into them.
I sometimes lose my politesse by laughing at the tinfoil hat crowd as I see them. It's not noble, but sometimes I just can't help it.
It's the same kind of paranoid gleam that I saw in our President's eye, when he announced that the UN weapons inspectors had finished their work, and gave Saddam and his sons 24 hours to get out of the country.
If you want to see what a horror today's Iraq is, owing largely to Rumsfeld and his gang's inept and arrogant conduct of it, read Imperial Life in the Emerald City (Rajiv Shandrashekran of the Washington Post) and the documentary "No End in Sight" which replows much of the same ground quite elegantly.
Duncan
Yes, They make me mad regularly. Today of all days would be very bad to run into them.
Coincidences happen. So Bush's brother was in charge of the security guards at the WTC, so the only three pancake collapses of skyscrapers ever without demolition charges being set were on the same day, in the same city. Yes, it was just before the day the report on the Florida disputed election was coming out.
Well, two of those three pancake collapses happened within less than two hours after the buildings were hit by airplanes.
And there is always a disputed election story coming out.
Why try to make a narrative about it? Life doesn't have to make sense, to have a story or meaning or moral.
Al Queda attacked us because we attacked them because they attacked us because we attacked them. War happens.
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