It is September 11, 2005 and as usual the day will be started by paying tribute to the thousands of people who died on this date some four years ago. I am up early mainly because I have a sinus headache from hell and I had a dream I went to McDonalds with my friend Margie but it was an hour wait for food. Very strange. I couldn’t figure out what it meant so I woke up.
I’m really not in much of a mood for all of the 9/11 coverage. I have tons of things recording on my TIVO tonight in order to provide an excuse not to watch. I’ll tell you that I can’t wait for the commercials for “the flight that fought back” on the Discovery related cable channels to go out of rotation. It’s not that I don’t treat the day with the respect that it deserves, it’s the fact that my insides turn to mush when I’m forced to remember the day non-stop every commercial break for the past month and a half.
There was a bullshit saying back in 2001 that we must go on with our lives or else “the terrorists will have won.” Well you know what? I can’t tell you of one person who wasn’t changed by the network coverage on that day. Seeing 3000+ people die is probably the most repeated footage in history in the U.S. and frankly, I don’t think you can see that footage (over and over) without something changing.
The only hope I have is that time makes it easier to not forget but to get by this day without as much pain. We do have to move on with our lives and go forward. We can’t forget, but we can’t be stuck in a day that’s now four years past. As horrific as it was, we have to go on or we’ll never recover from it.
I’m sort of glad that with time the political word “9/11” is fading. It used to be that politicians (mainly our president) could invoke the magical word in support of nearly anything and be rewarded with massive amounts of support. With the country now bogged down in a war *that had nothing to do with 9/11* and with gas prices at $3 for regular and with a national disaster that dwarfs 9/11 in the form of Hurricane Katrina, we have other things on our minds. Not sure if that’s good or bad but it does show that it’s no longer our national Kryptonite.
So why am I up and feeling miserable? That same old sinus infection that I thought I got rid of but reactivated last week when I tried to weed whack. Same thing that got me sick thee weeks back. I have no brains at all, but that never changes, and that’s my Kryptonite.
With that, this Super-Knine has taken some dayquil and is going to roll back into bed.
Be safe.
k9