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Isn’t it ironic
Somehow, the irony of this is enough to impel me not to delete your rather large graphic.
Perhaps my “this space left intentionally blank” entry was too subtle. Although I realize it can be argued that if I didn’t want comments I should have turned off that option for this entry.
I guess I’m going to make a little speech about 9/11 after all.
Incidentally, before I forget. I don’t believe in faith. Another irony. Hah! I do believe in hope, but faith brings that whole messy God/religion thing into the mix which I want nothing to do with. Atheist. Me. Atheist.
But, back to the 9/11 thing:
I feel badly about all the suffering that friends, family, and loved ones experienced and are experiencing because of what happened one year ago today. I’m angry that the tragedy happened. I was stunned, shocked, and appalled on that day. I spent it shuttling between tears and dazed disbelief, tied to the television and online news reports.
But I don’t like what has happened because of it in the name of justice, vengeance, and the American way. I don’t like that people are willing to give up freedoms for safety. Even more, I don’t like that people are willing to give up MY freedoms for their safety. I don’t like that criticizing the president brings about a knee-jerk brand of “unpatriotic.” I don’t like that because of this carte blanche, our president has engaged in questionable military strikes, killing and harming innocent civilians, and may declare war upon another nation. I don’t like that people I know and love feel obligated to display an American flag for fear of what their neighbors might think or do if they don’t. Nor do I like the media hubbalaboo “commemorating” the date. It’s a veritable kick in the teeth to all the other people who have lost loved ones or are suffering because of some other senseless act, be they in America or Afghanistan or anywhere else.
When I go home tonight, I’m not going to put out an American (or other) flag. I’m not going to turn on the television and watch whatever unabashedly ratings-scrounging memorial is scheduled for today. I’m going to go home, hug my husband and my pet skunk, and wish that the world wasn’t filled with zealots, fanatics, and fools.
Re: Isn’t it ironic
Skunks and husbands are more important in the grand scheme of things, or is it the small scheme of things? What good is a War On An Emotion going to do any of us? It’s too removed from us for any of us to find any vengeance and/or closure in it. It’s not going to make our lives any better. It might (and probably will) make them worse. It will make better the lives of people who are responsible, directly or indirectly, for the deaths of thousands of our people, and thousands of other people; and do we really want that?
Give your skunky a hug for me, please. He’s awfully cute. I wish I could hug my piggies, but they’re at home, and I’m here.
Re: Isn’t it ironic
“Skunks and husbands are more important in the grand scheme of things, or is it the small scheme of things? “
Definitely both. Grand and small schemes alike, it’s always my loved ones which have first priority!
“Give your skunky a hug for me, please. He’s awfully cute.“
Check. Extra skunk huggins.
“I wish I could hug my piggies, but they’re at home, and I’m here.“
Hope there was lotso piggy squeezing when you got to go home!