Never Forget

Tuesday, Sept. 12, 2006 - 1:00 a.m.

So, I sat up all night between Sunday and Monday, and watched some commemoration coverage. Not a lot, although I was really mesmerized at the ineptitude of the Today Show crew, as they showed the original raw broadcast from five years ago as it unfolded.

And it served its purpose. It made me mad all over again.

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I'd planned to head to bed right after John went to work and conk out until around noon -- but John got up just before seven with a bellyache.

I'm not sure what it is about the psychology of the weekend, but for some reason, John frequently thinks that his digestive processes and assorted gut flora are able to handle more cruel and unusual foods and/or combinations of foods between Friday night and Monday morning.

This time, his Sunday night dinner was chicken vegetable egg rolls along with some rice, some homemade chili, and a half a block of a chocolate bar. All in the same stomach at once.

He hadn't had any problems as of late Sunday night, so when he got up Monday morning and had all that stuff chugging through him, I'm sure he wasn't pleased.

He called in, took Monday off, and when he came to around noon, he felt better.

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He ate a stack of pancakes and some sausage, and then he said we could go shopping.

That's the way we observe September 11th.

We go out and we fucking BUY something.

Preferably something frivolous and very American.

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Yes, I found a checkable suitcase. Made by the same company as my carryon, only it's bigger. They look like parent and child bag.

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The day was gorgeous. Allergies in full swing, but I was medicated, so it was bearable.

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All right, that's it. I wasn't in the mood for observations or flags or balloons or candles or crying or teddy bears.

When it comes to September 11, I'm more a swearing vengeance kind of woman.

Cropdusting Mecca with pig's blood the next time any extremists kill any westerners would be a right dandy start. There's nothing wrong with fighting crazy with crazy. It restores balance to the universe.

Never forget. Never get passive. Never calm down.

Channel your anger straight toward your congress representative.

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All right, that's it. Have a good Tuesday.

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