Yes, it's that day.
It's Monday, September 11th. I have a gynecologist appointment. My kids have school and practices. I will do at least two loads of laundry and walk my dog. Granted, while I do all that, I will be well aware that it's September 11th because every media outlet will be touting, feeding, and shoving it into every orifice possible. But you know what? I don’t even mind that so much. It's a news story of epic proportions. Our own "Day of Infamy." Ha, and we pretty much screwed Muslim communities the same way we treated Japanese Americans after Pearl Harbor.
What I hate; what I want is the POTUS to stop dropping 9/11 in every speech as a tool for his propaganda machine. Whenever anyone questions the liberties he is taking with the Constitution, with our lives, questions his motives, he plays the fear card. It's a scheming, cowardly way to manipulate people, don't you think? God I can’t wait until that man is out of office. Every time I hear the man speak I want to throw something at my TV or radio.
Thinking about what happened 5 years ago this morning fills me with anger and anxiety still. But I can't dwell. I grew up in NYC. My family is still there. 9/11 mixed in with Bush/Cheney fear mongering has turned my parents into people I don’t recognize sometimes. Whenever I see a plane in the sky somewhere where I don’t generally see them I get a flash of panic.
But now we have all these defense contracts! Jobs! Look at the economy! We made this!
I suddenly have this image of Bush playing the banjo while D.C. burns.
I did want to mention that I came across this project known as 2996, where volunteer bloggers will pick one victim of the 9/11 attacks to remember and celebrate by writing about them on their page that day. All the names had been picked by the time I found it, but I did want to point you that way in case you were interested. Here is one such tribute. Those of you who lost a loved one that day, a big virtual hug and love to you from me and my family.