What Was Today Again?
The only real remaining taboo in American culture these days in criticizing anything having to do with 9/11. If you don’t believe me, ask Bill Maher or Ann Coulter (both of whom I am a big fan of). But I am going to go ahead and do it today, as I have been subjected to nothing but tear jerking remembrances all day on both TV and radio and think somebody needs to say something at least a little different. So here’s my deal: A lot of media outlets like to say that 9/11 filled us all with rage or shook every single American or made us all cry or some vaulting hyperbole like that. Well, not everyone. Don’t get me wrong, I was certainly sympathetic to all the victims and their families and see it as a horrible, horrible disaster. But no more so than I would be for anyone who lost a loved one unexpectedly. I feel the same emotions about 9/11 that I did about Hurricane Katirna. Sympathetic detachment.
Not that I am heartless, mind you. But think about how you watched the coverage of Katirna. You were saddened and maybe even a little disturbed and wanted to do something. Maybe you sent some money to the Red Cross, or sent some food or gave blood. But after doing your little part, you went on with your life without giving much thought to the event in your day to day life. At least I’m guessing that’s what you did. Same with me and 9/11. Since nobody I know was directly affected, I just kind of said “I feel really bad for those people” and proceeded with my plans to go to the gym. Now, remember, I was still in the Marines at that time and felt that agreeing to put my life on the line in defense of this country was doing my part. And I think most of you would agree.
People ask me where I was when I heard about 9/11 and I honestly don’t remember. I recall looking at the TV screen and saying “Wow, that sucks. Hey, when’s abs class?” I don’t know if this is because I wasn’t surprised that something like that could happen or that I’d been brought up on excessive violence on TV and was desensitized or maybe I was just a self-absorbed 22-year-old and really didn’t much care since it wasn’t happening in
I think had more Americans taken that sympathetic but detached approach, we would not be in the various messes we are in today. The world is afraid of us now because we felt like we had to find terrorists in every nook and cranny of the world. Hey, wake up
And why, exactly, did families of 9/11 victims rate so much money for the loss of their loved ones? Those deaths were tragic, sure, but why is a firefighter killed at the WTC worth more than one killed in a tenement in
Personally, I see terrorism the same way I see getting hit by lighting: There are certain things you can do to protect yourself but if you are in the wrong place at the wrong time you’re pretty much fucked. So stop worrying about it. You know who I blame for 9/11? The $7-an-hour dipshits at security who let a bunch or shady guys through with box cutters. Nobody wants to think that stopping 9/11 was that simple, but it was. We don’t need to invade other countries; we don’t need to listen in on the phone conversations of any guy wearing a turban. We just need to be a little more diligent ourselves and we can go back to the way things were. Because I liked that world a hell of a lot better than the paranoid, anything-to-prevent-another-9/11 world we live in now. If terrorists want to hit us again, they will. And we will never eliminate them from the world, no matter how many countries we invade. Am I alone in saying that I was not all that affected by the events of 5 years ago? I have yet to meet someone else who openly says they weren’t that shaken up, so maybe I am a bad person. Again, 9/11 was certainly a great tragedy, and my deepest sympathy goes out to anyone affected. But I wasn’t, so my emotions pretty much stop there.