Some people think I try to intentionally offend others on a day to day basis with my tirades, opinions and way in which i allegedly like to talk down to people.
:: shrugs :: You feel that way all you like. Won’t change the fact I quite enjoy being me. Before I get started though, I would like to put in no uncertain terms that this post is not at all meant to intentionally stir the pot or to be negative. This post is simply my opinion…. not Folk, Babyfaced, Beth, Hex, Lo, or any other OHN staff member.
Just me.
So if you have a problem with it? You take it up with Me.
Now… without further hesitation, pomp and circumstance, here we go.
Fuck 9/11.
Yeah… I said it.
9/11 has turned into a day where for about 10 hours, people outside new york pretend that they actually care about New York, and Americans pretend like we actually ARE a group of United States and persons whom are banded together for the betterment of the Red, White, and Blue. But nothing could be further from the truth. Today is a day of faking. Today is a day where year after year, we show that those unfortunate souls who had their lives taken from them by Terrorists, and those that gave their lives to save their fellow Americans or gave the ultimate sacrifice in trying to stop terrorist on a plane, are remembered…..but not honoured.
No. We don’t honour them. Because if we truly did, our lives and way of thinking as a people and as a country would have changed ever more from that day. A day where we all sat in absolute stunned horror at the sight of those buildings on fire… at the scores and scores of people dying. A day where many of us sat and prayed that our friends and loved ones were alive and well, only to find out eventually that those prayers and wishes would go unanswered. It was a horrible day and a horrible time for America.
But from that horror, something amazing happened. In our joint sorrow and vulnerability, we all came together. We weren’t Christians, Atheists, Black, Asian, latino, white, we weren’t gay or straight…man or woman. we were Americans. We loved our country… we loved ourselves. We were truly a united people. Well unless you were muslim or appeared to be muslim, your life sucked-ass sucked more than ever during that time, but I digress.
For quite a time afterwards, we were America. We were the America which songs have been written to honour. We were the America of legend! We were the America that actually shined as bright as our anthems regale. We smiled and greeted one another. We willingly helped our fellow man, we stopped and honestly appreciated our men and women who serve in civil service roles such as firemen and Police officers. We even stopped and purchased coffee or food for the homeless!
We were truly… amazing.
But that didn’t last.
And it’s only gotten worse.
It is sad to think that it took the deaths of our fellow country persons for our Country to feel alive.
9/11 has become like Sunday Service- where we go and sit amongst others, smile, feel good and have great wishes and prayers for our fellow man, only to go home and be just as despicable as we were before. Where but hours ago we held the hand of our loving spouse and read the words from the bible and felt it’s joy, only to return home and tell that bitch to fix us a sandwich if she knows what is good for her.
Sad.
Now ask yourselves this, people. When you say Remember 9/11, what do you actually mean? Because whenever I see people say remember 9/11 it makes me horribly saddened and angry. Because it feels as if we have forgotten what we really should be remembering…..
…what it was like to truly be American.
Nicely put Slaus… and like a urologist..I see where you are coming from.
Just like a battered spouse that gets hit daily… and then on thier anniversary they shower them with gifts and say "I Love You"…
But….
Like that battered wife or husbad that can't leave because of the kids….I guess I'll take what I can get in the form of love.. even if it's only one day a year.
sigh.
Not an optometrist?
Extremely well put… even the urologist part.
You've explained my feelings on this or anything like this in a way that I cannot. I knew there was a reason I loved yo' squershy ass.
Same reason why I'm an a$$hole on FB when I come across this ol' boooolshyt about
'Like if you think this Down's Syndrome kid is pretty'
'This Progeria kid doesn't think she's cute. Let's all like this picture so she can know she is'
'Like if you love God'
'1,000,000 likes or this baby doesn't get a heart transplant'
and my FAVORITE….The KONY festival of f*ckery. BOY HOWDY everyone was ALL up in arms over that sh*t wasn't they? We was gonna CHANGE the world and get that tyrant out! We liked the KONY posts about 50 billion times. Anything happen with that? NOPE. Zimmerman murdered that boy and we all had another tragedy to focus on.
I stay away from all this sh*t unless it's to make fun of people. Judge me.
*throws cape over Tracy*
TELL THAT.
I feel you…On this day, all I say is my heart goes out to the ones that lost loved ones…other than that, yeah, ok….Anywho…now on with the fckery of the day!
*steps out of lurking*
I just IMd a friend and said I was tired of the 9/11 boolys**t on FB at it wasn't even yet noon. Thanks for verbalizing what I was already feeling. PEACE!!
*goes back to lurking mode*
**slow clap building to standing ovation**
^^^^This right here!!!^^^^
I remember tell a friend on 9/11 that I feel bad for all the Muslims that were about to get shat on.
That was a wonderful time when, for the most part, people put their differences aside. Unfortunately human nature kicked in and people began to use the tragedy to build their own agendas (politics),
I liked how all the world got together all of a sudden (even in my school over here in Germany we had a gathering of all students with a moment of silence in the auditorium).
What I didn't like is how it ganged up and turned on muslims/middle eastern people right after.
That shyt was (is) disgusting.
"What I didn't like is how it ganged up and turned on muslims/middle eastern people right after. "
EXACTLY.
I know Muslim people who say they don't even go to work or leave the house on 9/11 purely because they don't want to be bothered with the nasty looks or hear ish about :" those dirty muslims"
This is how my homey said he feels on 9/11.
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A Facebook friend posted : "ya know what would be cool? if we were all as united as we were after 9/11. THAT is something to "never forget" and revive."
That's how I feel.
exactly. But unfortunately people can't become one in love unless the glue is tragedy or hatred against another
I lost a friend and nearly lost a few more people that day. Very eloquently put sir Ashy *daps*
A news commentator I read regularly has written quite a bit wondering that if (god forbid) something like this were to happen if the nation would be able to draw together again the way they did on that terrible morning in New York.
Sadly, he doesn't think so. The divides that wallpaper our radio waves and internet lives seem so deep these days that it would be hard to imagine anything less than people pointing fingers and blaming politicians.
Remembering a day of loss is important, but false honor is an insult to those who still serve and put their lives in harms way for us now.
We have to be better.
"Remembering a day of loss is important, but false honor is an insult to those who still serve and put their lives in harms way for us now."
thank you
I make a point to watch all coverage of 911 on the days leading up to it and the day of. But it's not because of any false sense of citizenship or a love of the country. I don't want to ever forget the people that made small and large decisions that changed the course of their life and the lives of others. People that did nothing wrong except go to work. People who are alive because they were late or decided to play hooky that day. But especially the people that are not alive because they chose to help others. Firemen that were last seen trying to save others. People that stopped because they heard a noise and it was someone that needed their help and that person is alive because of it. I remember the people that CHOSE to jump 100+ floors. What were they facing to make such a decision? People that watched it all unfold. Those that were watching their loved ones die on TV. People that died because they were on the right plane at the wrong time. Entire populations of people that were demonized just because they were brown and worshiped a non-Christian god. I take the time to try and remember what it was like BEFORE. When you could walk people to the gate at the airport. I try to remember as much as I can.
For me, it's not about country. It's about the people, and how easily I or someone I love could have been lost that day.
It annoys me because when people say "remember 9/11" what they really tend to mean is "remember how YOU FELT that day thousands of other people DIED". Nothing irks me more than going from a story of someone who talked to their loved one who was in the towers just before they collapsed to someone who said "I was sitting in class and it came on the news and I was just heartbroken! Sure, I don't know anybody in NY and I live all the way in Kansas, but still! I was in pain too!" Bish, if you don't stfu…it's become a day of self centered reflection rather than honoring of those whose lives were ended. Yup, I said it. Don't like it? Fight me. *shrug*
I remember 9/11 throughout the year because the effects of that day are a part of me throughout the year. I am still shaped by the experiences of my friends that day; by my cousin who called me to ask what she should do like she always did in a crises, but before I could answer had to shut off her phone and be evacuated by the police. I remember how angry I was that fireman who died on 9/11 had memorials built for them, but the ones who died on 9/10 didn't. And I'm still haunted by stories of how people who ran to the rescue are getting sick and dying from inhaling debris from decomposing bodies and toxic materials, but can't get assistance with their medical bills from the city, the federal government, or any individuals who have millions to contribute to political ads but nothing for the living heroes of that crisis. I'm still angry that I was able to get across the border into and out of Canada for two years without being hassled because they decided to profile Muslims rather than assume I was sneaking drugs into the country in my briefcase.
And in addition to that, I'm angry about it for all the reasons Slaus stated as well.
THANK YOU.
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Can't add much else than has been stated, but I applaud you, Mr Slaus
Today at work our department had a meeting where they actually went around the room and said where they were or what they were doing.. I sat there mean mugging cause I lost a cousin who not a day goes by that I dont think about her so I really was not in the mood to participate and share a damn thing..such bs.
don't even need to say anything else on this one. but true everyone was united as one. no differences for a while and patriotism was through the roof. should be like that 365, not just today. and even today people say something because they feel they have to. i had friends in new york who ran when the towers fell. they may relive it like none of us can imagine. i just hate when people do something because they feel obligated.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZiM8B6b_Ac
Interesting… glad the post went appreciated as I was positive it would mostly be looked over out of disinterest or because of anger
*Taps mike*
Resident Muslim here. You know the first thing said to me by a co-worker on the 12th? "Did you know any of them hi-jackers?" It took every fiber of my being not to put her a through the floor. I was born in the Apple, lived all over the world as a military brat. I didn't know anything about being a 'true Amercian" until I stood at Checkpoint Charlie in Berlin, during the Cold War. Me and my friends came from different backgrounds, ethnicity, and religion, but we were American and that was all that mattered to us, until we moved back stateside. I had to actually re-learn how to act around my own people. SMFH!
Slaus, I respect your opinion, however, I believe it's flawed because not everyone was being "an American" on 9/11 and the days following. How else do you explain the violence that erupted against the Sikh community and others who "looked Muslim"?
To say that we should be Americans is definitely an ideal goal, but part of that is to recognize that there is still a long way to go. Sadly, the political climate post-9/11 didn't help it at all. Instead of coming together, we had songs saying we should put a "boot in your ass, it's the 'Merican way."
This day has been and will likely always be a rough day because I was in the DC area and knew people affected at the Pentagon and in the Twin Towers. I will always remember the sheer terror and fear those of us in the affected locations felt because we didn't know what was coming next. This day is a day of remembrance of the lives lost, the freedoms Americans gave up, and the realization that we have a long way to go towards truly being better citizens.
i never really thought about it like that. i applaud this post.
-the canadian