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.
So if you have a problem with it? You take it up with Me.
Now… without further hesitation, pomp and circumstance, here we go.
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.
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.