Thursday, September 11, 2003


I don't have anything profound to say about today. The date is etched in my memory as it is in, I assume, every American's memory. We have a scar that we all share but we tell the story differently as to what happened. My day was different than yours yet we have the same wound. It still hurts... it still makes us ask "why." It still angers us.

Peace to those who survived the immediate danger as well as those who lost loved ones. With the exception of the guilty. I wish them eternal pain and embarassment. For if any part of them supported their loved ones, they deserve a living hell. There is no celebration and those who died are not martyrs.


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