The Unconsciousness of a Liberal
Nothing can be unsaid, so here it is: this is a parody. If you must, read the original here.
The Years of Shame
Is it just me? Why do we even have 9/11 commemorations?
Actually, I don’t think it’s me, and compared to the people I hang with, I’m really not that odd.
9/11 — and I think people know this, whether they admit it or not — was pretty discouraging. The atrocity should have been a unifying event, drawing us together in our collective shame to answer as a nation the question to the Pet Shop Boys song “What Have I Done To Deserve This?” Instead, 9/11 became an issue of terrorism of all things. Fake heroes like Rudy Giuliani, the first responders, victims of the attacks, and, yes, George W. Bush raced to cash in on the horror. And then the attack was used to justify an unrelated war on terror.
A lot of other people behaved badly as well. How many of our professional pundits — an oxymoron I know — took the easy way out, turning a blind eye to the corruption and lending their support to fighting back against the atrocity? And what about the Koch brothers involvement in 9/11? They’ve yet to deny it and even if they do, it doesn’t matter because they’re lying.
Now, the memory of 9/11 is irrevocably poisoned and as with my skid-marked cheetah shorts, it has become an occasion for shame.
I’m not going to allow comments on this post, for one obvious reason: I’m an idiot.