Tuesday, August 17, 2010
A Followup of Sorts
And I laughed. I chuckled deep. What else could an American heathen do?
Get mad? Be Sad? Shit, there's too much going on in my own life for me to worry about what my neighnor erects in his dooryard.
Maybe the tight asses upset over the mosque in NYC ought to do the same thing.
Before I get accused of having no empathy, sympathy or ability to understand the emotions surrounding the huge loss of life on 9/11, let me say this.
I sat dumfounded in the waiting room of Goodall Hospital, the morning of 9/11 and watched the second plane hit. And I cried. Deep embarrassing sorrowful, shock filled and angry tears. To this day I cannot look at any image of that carnage.
I cannot know the immediate and personal grief of having lost a loved one. No one close to me lost their life that day. But like the day JFK was shot, 9/11 is emblazoned in my mind with every detail cast in stone.
But America needs to move on. We should not be so petty that we cast our own principles in the shitter just because we are still grieving or worse for political gain. We are supposed to represent possibilities and freedom. To me that is the least we can do in honor of those who innocently died on 9/11.