Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Six Years Gone
Six years.
Two thousand, one hundred and ninety-one days (counting the leap year).
I really don't know what I can say that hasn't been said before by others in ways far more eloquent than I can ever hope to achieve. That the man who organized all of this is still out there, and the people who have tried to make the most hay out of that day have said they don't give a fuck about whether he comes to justice or not? That the memories of the three thousand dead have been parlayed into a war in a country that had sweet FA to do with terrorism until we made it a fertile field for insurgency? That the fear from that day has been milked like a prize cow to the point that it seems the President can do whatever he wants to the Constitution and no one will dare tell him "no" when polling points are on the line?
It's all been said before. So, I guess there's just one thing I can do:
Remember those we lost.
Two thousand, one hundred and ninety-one days (counting the leap year).
I really don't know what I can say that hasn't been said before by others in ways far more eloquent than I can ever hope to achieve. That the man who organized all of this is still out there, and the people who have tried to make the most hay out of that day have said they don't give a fuck about whether he comes to justice or not? That the memories of the three thousand dead have been parlayed into a war in a country that had sweet FA to do with terrorism until we made it a fertile field for insurgency? That the fear from that day has been milked like a prize cow to the point that it seems the President can do whatever he wants to the Constitution and no one will dare tell him "no" when polling points are on the line?
It's all been said before. So, I guess there's just one thing I can do:
Remember those we lost.
