It's been five years.
I remember that day. I woke up around 8(Yes there was a time where I got up before nine on a daily basis) and went online for a few hours before I went to class. My father came into the living room and turned on the news.
I saw the second plane go into the tower and I was frozen. I went to the TGS cr and everyone was talking about it. We were worried about GregX, Mara and everyone who lived in the city.
My Shakespear class was canceled and I spent time in the Starbucks where I was drinking my weakness, caramel frappucino. There was no tv, but they were playing the radio reports through the speakers.
Nobody was talking. We were all just staring round, drinking our drinks and eating sammiches, cookies and whatever else they served. Couples where holding each other's hands. Some of us tried to study or work on school work. I don't think anybody could concentrait.
There were candle light vigils. Everyone holding each other's hands, crying, mourning. The petty arguments of the previous day were forgotten. Other countries held our hand and offered their condolences.
It has been five years and what has happened?
Not much. There is no rebuilt towers, no grand majestic memorial. Osama is still out there. We did temporarily remove the Taliban from Afghanistan. We heard about women removing those burkas and men shaving and music being played. That felt good, but instead of just focusing on that country and trying to track Osama we went after Sadam. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad we caught the bastard, but that was not the primary goal.
We need to get out of Iraq and track down Osama. Do I still want to see his head on a pike and displayed on the White House lawn? Yes I do. Do I still salute the flag. Yes I do.
Everybody had a wake up call those many years ago. everybody brought out there flags. I respect what the flag represented, not the person in the White House, but the people who live in this country and our history. I'm not proud of all of it. I'm proud we dumped tea and stuck it to King George those many centuries ago. I'm proud of the Alamo and of the World Wars. I'm proud of our inventors and artists, scientists and writers. We took to the air, we landed on the moon, We made the light bulb and creepy morbid poems about ravens.
I'm not proud of all the things we have done, like Bill the Butcher.(Those Irish immigrants were my ancestors, mother fucker.) I still wish we could purge Andrew Jackson's mug from the twenty dollar bill and we fucked up with Vietnam.
I still believe the good outweighs the bad and I want real closure. I want a beautiful and grand memorial, and Osama's head on a pike. I can settle for a fair trial, but catch him gorram it.
I remember that day. I woke up around 8(Yes there was a time where I got up before nine on a daily basis) and went online for a few hours before I went to class. My father came into the living room and turned on the news.
I saw the second plane go into the tower and I was frozen. I went to the TGS cr and everyone was talking about it. We were worried about GregX, Mara and everyone who lived in the city.
My Shakespear class was canceled and I spent time in the Starbucks where I was drinking my weakness, caramel frappucino. There was no tv, but they were playing the radio reports through the speakers.
Nobody was talking. We were all just staring round, drinking our drinks and eating sammiches, cookies and whatever else they served. Couples where holding each other's hands. Some of us tried to study or work on school work. I don't think anybody could concentrait.
There were candle light vigils. Everyone holding each other's hands, crying, mourning. The petty arguments of the previous day were forgotten. Other countries held our hand and offered their condolences.
It has been five years and what has happened?
Not much. There is no rebuilt towers, no grand majestic memorial. Osama is still out there. We did temporarily remove the Taliban from Afghanistan. We heard about women removing those burkas and men shaving and music being played. That felt good, but instead of just focusing on that country and trying to track Osama we went after Sadam. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad we caught the bastard, but that was not the primary goal.
We need to get out of Iraq and track down Osama. Do I still want to see his head on a pike and displayed on the White House lawn? Yes I do. Do I still salute the flag. Yes I do.
Everybody had a wake up call those many years ago. everybody brought out there flags. I respect what the flag represented, not the person in the White House, but the people who live in this country and our history. I'm not proud of all of it. I'm proud we dumped tea and stuck it to King George those many centuries ago. I'm proud of the Alamo and of the World Wars. I'm proud of our inventors and artists, scientists and writers. We took to the air, we landed on the moon, We made the light bulb and creepy morbid poems about ravens.
I'm not proud of all the things we have done, like Bill the Butcher.(Those Irish immigrants were my ancestors, mother fucker.) I still wish we could purge Andrew Jackson's mug from the twenty dollar bill and we fucked up with Vietnam.
I still believe the good outweighs the bad and I want real closure. I want a beautiful and grand memorial, and Osama's head on a pike. I can settle for a fair trial, but catch him gorram it.
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Date: 2006-09-11 07:50 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2006-09-11 08:29 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2006-09-11 08:57 pm (UTC)From:Whose bright idea was it to put Jackson on a $20 bill, anyway? It's not like there weren't other presidents in the history books more worthy of honoring...