OK, I admit up front this may be the most offensive thing I’ve written – well, maybe ever, but here goes anyway. I regret nothing.
If you’re not from Lower Manhattan, or Arlington, or didn’t have a friend or a relative on one of those four planes – if you’re just some random from some square state somewhere – and you feel the need to start lecturing people down around Park Place about “anguish” and “catastrophic pain” and “self-deception” and “surrender”…
You need to shut the fuck up. Right. Fucking. Now.
This is a thing that happened. “9/11” is not Rudy Giuliani’s political mascot. It is glib shorthand for an actual event, with actual consequences. And the last thing on Earth that is necessary, or appropriate, or even tolerable, is to have somebody else lecturing those of us WHO ACTUALLY HAD TERRORISTS CRASH PLANES IN OUR CITY LIMITS about how we ought to feel, or react, or respond, or view the world.
I mean it. Step off. Zip it. KNOW YOUR ROLE, SHUT YOUR HOLE.
Opinions are like assholes – and I couldn’t be less interested in yours.
For one: amen.
People did the same thing to us over Katrina, and I finally reached a point where I lost it, big time, in person, on some people who didn’t know better. Serves ’em right. These aren’t random political toys, or at least they shouldn’t be.