I Am a Heartless Bitch
It's September 12th. And I'm quite thankful that it is, because that means the 11th is over.
What happened 6 years ago was tragic, horrific and many more adjectives I'm not inclined to think of. But it was 6 years ago. The media is treating it as tho it really happened yesterday. I even heard tale of a radio station somewhere out west that replayed the entire broadcast from that fateful morning. Holy War of the Worlds, Batman! How many people, I wondered, tuned in during the middle of it, and thought we were being attacked again?
So irresponsible.
No. People will not forget. Certainly not in our lifetime. Not that we're even given the option, considering how it's shoved down our throats every year. Yes. It was tragic. But does anyone think that the people who did lose people involved are going to get -any- kind of closure because of this? It's like a wound that's barely healed, and then someone comes along and rips out the stitches... just to remind you that you have a wound. Uhm... thanks, the pain -was- actually a reminder, I didn't -need- you to come along and make things worse.
I swear people can be such asshats.
What gets me is the places that are honoring those lost that really have no business in doing so. Tonight, our local, minor league baseball team read off a list of all the Long Islanders that lost their lives that day. I can only imagine, small stadium, filled about halfway with kids, having this solemn affair, most of the poor kids (some of whom might not even have been born yet at the time) wondering what the hell is going on. A moment of silence after the list is read... aaaaaand play ball!
Let me repeat it once more: this was a horrific thing that happened. I hope that such a thing never happens again. I feel for the people who lost someone that day. I myself, still can't go by the site and not feel absolutely sick to my stomach. But seriously, enough of the media bites.
What happened 6 years ago was tragic, horrific and many more adjectives I'm not inclined to think of. But it was 6 years ago. The media is treating it as tho it really happened yesterday. I even heard tale of a radio station somewhere out west that replayed the entire broadcast from that fateful morning. Holy War of the Worlds, Batman! How many people, I wondered, tuned in during the middle of it, and thought we were being attacked again?
So irresponsible.
No. People will not forget. Certainly not in our lifetime. Not that we're even given the option, considering how it's shoved down our throats every year. Yes. It was tragic. But does anyone think that the people who did lose people involved are going to get -any- kind of closure because of this? It's like a wound that's barely healed, and then someone comes along and rips out the stitches... just to remind you that you have a wound. Uhm... thanks, the pain -was- actually a reminder, I didn't -need- you to come along and make things worse.
I swear people can be such asshats.
What gets me is the places that are honoring those lost that really have no business in doing so. Tonight, our local, minor league baseball team read off a list of all the Long Islanders that lost their lives that day. I can only imagine, small stadium, filled about halfway with kids, having this solemn affair, most of the poor kids (some of whom might not even have been born yet at the time) wondering what the hell is going on. A moment of silence after the list is read... aaaaaand play ball!
Let me repeat it once more: this was a horrific thing that happened. I hope that such a thing never happens again. I feel for the people who lost someone that day. I myself, still can't go by the site and not feel absolutely sick to my stomach. But seriously, enough of the media bites.
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