Another Day of Infamy

You would think that some of the pain and anger that I felt that day will lessen a bit after six years, but it hasn't.

The man that orchestrated this mass murder is still at large and he shouldn't be.  He needs to be hunted down like the dog that he.  Instead he has the umbrage to do more video tapes, more plotting - egging "his team" on so to say.

Instead we have a President who gives one of his underlings the go ahead to throw insults at Bin Laden, questioning his manhood.  Yeah, right that will work great.  Given his state of health I doubt that has worked right for over a dozen years anyway.  Hey, maybe that's what made this guy nuts?

I didn't lose anyone on that fateful day, thank God...just my conviction that the Big Apple could survive anything.  Bits and pieces of my childhood, my youth blown to smithereens.

Every anniversary I pray for the fallen hero's, the police and firemen who entered the buildings without regard to their lives.  I also pray for the regular person, who sat working quietly, minding their own business trying to make a living. And in a split second their world was destroyed by a maniac.

With my two grown children and their families living and working in New York, I tend to panic every time the red flag goes up on terrorists.  My first thought is of them.

Then across the pond, you have medical doctors planning awful plots to kill thousands without any remorse. These are people who took an oath to do no harm...what the hell is wrong with these people.  Yes, I used the "these people" statement, no I am not a bigot...just telling the truth. 

So when the authorities rush to judgement and arrest two seemingly innocent Arab youths I no longer say "hey, what did they do? Where is the evidence?" I now say, where there's smoke there is fire...better safe than sorry...wish we had questioned more before 9/11.

I guess the problem I am having is that I want my world back.  The one I grew up in, where the biggest worry was whether Russia would Nuke us and we had to hide under our little wooden desks for survival...how naive we were.

Grab someone close to you tomorrow, give them a hug and tell them you love them......