September 11

All though the events on September 11, 2001 and every day since then, I’ve managed to take everything with a long term, philosophical perspective. Yes, they did this and we did that. Is the problem just with a few radicals or is there an issue with Islam overall? What could America have done differently to avoid the tragedy? That kind of stuff. Never did I find a personal take on the tragedy, until today.

This morning I was browsing through the news and I came across this article in the LA Times about the people in the WTC calling their families and saying goodbye.

“I love you” they said to wives.
“I love you” they told their children.
“I love you” the said to families.

This morning, at work, sitting in my cubicle, tears welled up in my eyes and I started to cry. After five years, it took these simple and heartfelt sentiments to let me finally mourn for the victims of 9/11. Now I feel like the walking dead. I’m going through the motions, living my daily life, but I feel so sad inside. The sadness is mixed with anger of course, and a resolve that the bastards that did this will not triumph.

So, I’d like to put my anger to paper and give a hearty shout-out to these people: FUCK YOU OSAMA BIN-LADEN. You twist young, impressionable minds and fill them with hatred and violence. That makes you one of the most vile and evil people on earth. Some day you will be dead and America will still be standing. Your dreams of world dominance will never bear fruit. FUCK YOU MICHAEL MOORE for twisting these events to fit your political agenda. FUCK YOU MARKOS MOULITSAS for being the intended audience for these horrible events. Osama is trying to split America and you’re doing your bit to help. FUCK YOU BILL CLINTON for kicking the ball down the field instead of dealing with the problem. Look at what it got you.