Friday, January 11, 2008

the perfect time to break

I don't know if it's just me, but 9/11 no longer feels like "9/11." This past year it felt like the eleventh day of September again, like it used to be before 2001. It felt like a Pearl-Harbor-forgotten December 7th, like a D-Day-discarded June 6th. It's as though everything that has happened because of 9/11 has blanketed the day itself and what it meant at one point in time. There's the war, the new security procedures at airports, the controversy over border control, the hunt for Bin Laden and his band of miscreants, the war on terrorism and terrorism in general (or terrism as good ol' G Dubya B would say), and the debates over all of the things just mentioned. Where did 9/11 go?


"We cower as you point your fingers telling us to support our troops. You and the smarmy pundits in your pocket - those who bathe in the moisture of your soiled and blood-soaked underwear - can take that noise and shove it." ~Sean Penn

Ha! I can't believe I forgot about this. Mr. Penn, you are the knight in shining metaphorical armor wielding the long hard sword of cleverness, while we feeble foes of disjointed tenor and vehicle cannot stand our ground, can do nothing but beg for a drop of sweat from your brain-bulging brow in hopes that it might contain even the slightest microscopic semblance of your intellectual, poetic superiority. God bless you, sir. God bless you indeed.