Monday, September 10, 2007
A Kind Of Pornography
Today marks the 6th anniversary of the destruction of the World Trade Center in New York. It will be a day filled with words and emotion as politicians try to get what ever mileage they can from this terrible tragedy.
The men who perpetrated this act, the planners knew what they were doing, it wasn't the physical damage, the tragic death of 3000 innocent victims, it was the trauma, the tragedy of the events sent in motion by this act that is the the continuing cataclysm.
They empowered the destruction of American Freedom or, How the Bush/Cheney administration was allowed to turn the America Dream into a nightmare.
At this point, I lose my attempt at eloquence, my brain goes into rewind as I relive my panicked bicycle ride through a traffic jam up Church Street as the wall of debris and dust is chasing my back as the first Trade Center tower collapses. The indescribable smell of the destruction and the dust that coated everything for days. Scraps of paper that drifted out of the sky for the next day or so. The insane realization that what I saw really happened and I have to show picture ID to get into my neighborhood for the next week.
The anger as I realize that a man who stole the 2000 election and was on his way to a one term presidency was grabbing the coat tails of this disaster and dragging us all down into his medieval vision of the future. The disgust as I read the bare bones of the Patriot Act and realize that these guys were waiting to spring this on us, they just needed the right disaster of a proper magnitude to do it.
The revulsion I feel as these bastards twist Americas agony to accomplish what ever adventure they fantasize. The image of the planes smashing into the Towers replayed over and over and over again until it becomes a kind of pornography.
Yeah, I feel cheapened and used. America will never be the same. A nation of self centered trauma victims, unable to let go of the pain, howling for revenge led by psychotic madmen who will never let us heal.