Well, it's here...

September 11. Again.
I still have a hard time wrapping my mind around what happened. For some reason, my heart seems to have fixated on Todd Beamer as the most painful, inspiring, maddening, courageous, mind-melting and beautiful person/icon/story of that horrible day.
When it happened, I was working the all night shift on a huge dairy farm in NJ. Being a night person, I wasn't aware of any of it until a while after it happened. Even then, all I was told was that a plane hit the WTC. I thought it meant that a Cessna hit it and slid down it like a squashed spider or something. No biggie. Then, I stopped by a friends house and SAW. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The one thing I was dead certain of was that those towel-headed pricks had picked that date on purpose. "Here's your 911 emergency..." Those bastards.
And, you'll never convince me that they didn't choose those airlines on purpose either. United and American? Come on. If there had been an airlines called States, you can bet they'd have used one of their planes, too.
I followed along with the news. I paid as much attention as I was able to. But, it didn't really get a chance to sink in all the way, before God gave me Eric. Then, I got all happy and distracted and fell in love and such stuff. But, I can remember sitting in the front yard of the house I was living in then, detailing the hell outta my car while listening to the news and the deafening silence of not one plane in the air any where. I lived then about the same distance I do now from the Philly Airport, but on the other side. My house seemed to be under one of their hold patterns. Planes everywhere. But, not that day. The absence of their noise was driving me bug-fuck. I kept thinking I was hearing one, small plane somewhere...but I wasn't.
Where I live now, not only is there the Airport, but Willow Grove Naval Air Station is less than 5 miles from here. Still, there isn't a lot of plane noise. About 9 or 10 hours ago, I was sitting here, playing with my new site, when I heard a jet, flying lower than usual and went to look. Then, it happened again. Same plane. I didn't used to get knots in my stomach from things like that, but I do now. And, my thoughts aren't about it hitting me or where I am. They're along the lines of "Lord, if that thing goes down, how can I help those people?" I want to save the life of the next Todd Beamer. I want to give him back to his wife and children. I can't even think of him saying "Let's roll" without feeling pain in my heart and winding up with tears in my eyes. God, what a man. We need leaders in this country with even half the courage, balls and brains he had. He, and his fellow passengers did a more tangible thing to stop those towel-headed pricks than our leaders have done TO THIS DAY. He literally gave his life to save others. Bush hasn't. Bush has done jack-shit compared to Todd Beamer.
My definition of a good boss has always been a guy who won't ask you to do something he wouldn't do himself. Someone who won't ask more of you than he's willing to give. That ain't Bush. Not by a long shot. I'll bet you he doesn't even remember Todd's name, let alone realize what Todd DID and by comparison, how little he, himself, has done.
Why weren't we blowing those fucks up starting on September 12, 2001? Some igit told me back then "Well, we wouldn't want to go killing the wrong people." WTF!!!! What, exactly, is the definition of the "wrong terrorists"? Hell, maybe if we HAD started killin' all those fuckwads, regardless of whether or not they were directly involved, they'd be more willing to knock it off and help us stop the rest of 'em. That philosophy is used and WORKS in our armed forces. One guy screws up and keeps doing it, sooner or later his whole barracks/squad pays the price and usually sooner than later THEY straighten his ass out. If that's good enough for our own guys, why isn't it good enough for our enemies? Why do we treat them better than our own military people? Why do we give them any consideration at all? Jesus, the Mafia handles things more expidiciously than our government. I love their attitude. "Fuck me? No, FUCK YOU!" Bang. End of problem.
Ya know?

Posted by: Stevie at 01:24 AM

Comments

1 "The wrong terrorists" in this case is the ones already dead. No point wasting ammo on them.

Posted by: Pixy Misa at September 11, 2003 03:10 AM (LBXBY)

2 Well....that's the first definition that I've heard that makes sense.

Good one.

Posted by: Stevie at September 11, 2003 08:24 AM (cZTPA)

3 And you have to consider that it took a hell of a long time to convince wussie "liberals" that we should do anything more than apologize for our buildings being in the way of their planes.....I suspect that the President did all that he could as quickly as he could without turning into the dictator the left is always accusing him of being....

Posted by: Susie at September 11, 2003 02:01 PM (SM1Wt)

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