Five years
Sep. 11th, 2006 02:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pecuniumThis week has annoyed me.
Yes, a terrible thing happened five years ago, but you know what... I don't need to be reminded of it. At some level I'm never going to forget it. The people suffering from grief irreducible don't need t be told the rest of us feel their pain, by now they know, or they don't.
I'm not trying to disparage those who are still grieving. I have friends in NYC, and the service, who lost something of themselves when the WTC came down, and a chunk of the Pentagon was blown in, and up. But we, as a nation, as a people, don't need to wallow in it. We are, sadly, living with the aftermath, daily, still. We have bent our public policy because of it.
Worse, we have taken a nation which had nothing to fear, but fear itself, and become a mewling bunch of babies, begging for anything which will keep away the Northmen, the beasties under the bed and things which go bump in the night. There are days I'm scared. Times I ponder just how much of a target my city is, times when plots to blow up buildings I inhabit come to light (there was a group of people who wanted to blow up armories with recruiting stations. If they'd not been fool enough to fund it with bank robberies, they might have pulled it off. My armory was on that list), when I get on airplanes.
And I ignore those fears. I go on with my life, because the odds of a terrorist (be they Islamic, fundie-Christian, right-wing separatists, ALf, ELF, or leprecauns who've had enough of being mocked by Lucky Charms commericials) is practically nil. I am far more likely to be killed by an asshole with road rage at my honking when he fails to see me and damned near knocks my car into a pylon than I am to be victim of terrorists.
On That Tuesday, Maia and I went to the LA County Fair (at which we were working) even though it wasn't a day we were supposed to. We figured the place was likely to be empty; and the cows would need milking. It was, they did and the people who were supposed to show up didn't (to be fair, they lived further away).
The cows don't care what the people do.
Well it's time we, as a nation, remembered that the cows need milking, and our tragedies are transient.
Remember, sure, but there's a difference between recalling that it was a horrible thing, and wallowing in it; again.
I'll stop now, before I start to repeat myself.
Yes, a terrible thing happened five years ago, but you know what... I don't need to be reminded of it. At some level I'm never going to forget it. The people suffering from grief irreducible don't need t be told the rest of us feel their pain, by now they know, or they don't.
I'm not trying to disparage those who are still grieving. I have friends in NYC, and the service, who lost something of themselves when the WTC came down, and a chunk of the Pentagon was blown in, and up. But we, as a nation, as a people, don't need to wallow in it. We are, sadly, living with the aftermath, daily, still. We have bent our public policy because of it.
Worse, we have taken a nation which had nothing to fear, but fear itself, and become a mewling bunch of babies, begging for anything which will keep away the Northmen, the beasties under the bed and things which go bump in the night. There are days I'm scared. Times I ponder just how much of a target my city is, times when plots to blow up buildings I inhabit come to light (there was a group of people who wanted to blow up armories with recruiting stations. If they'd not been fool enough to fund it with bank robberies, they might have pulled it off. My armory was on that list), when I get on airplanes.
And I ignore those fears. I go on with my life, because the odds of a terrorist (be they Islamic, fundie-Christian, right-wing separatists, ALf, ELF, or leprecauns who've had enough of being mocked by Lucky Charms commericials) is practically nil. I am far more likely to be killed by an asshole with road rage at my honking when he fails to see me and damned near knocks my car into a pylon than I am to be victim of terrorists.
On That Tuesday, Maia and I went to the LA County Fair (at which we were working) even though it wasn't a day we were supposed to. We figured the place was likely to be empty; and the cows would need milking. It was, they did and the people who were supposed to show up didn't (to be fair, they lived further away).
The cows don't care what the people do.
Well it's time we, as a nation, remembered that the cows need milking, and our tragedies are transient.
Remember, sure, but there's a difference between recalling that it was a horrible thing, and wallowing in it; again.
I'll stop now, before I start to repeat myself.
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Date: 2006-09-12 06:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-12 06:59 am (UTC)If you care, then you ought to read the info page, and follow the link to "The Rules" (there aren't many, and they aren't hard to follow (at least I don't think so).
TK
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Date: 2006-09-12 07:23 am (UTC)Anyway...hello from The Netherlands! :)