I remember 2000.
I even remember in 2001. When all you stupid mfers cried and I LAUGHED when the towers fell.
Banged the war drums.
Gave up your liberty.
Yeah, I misspoke and said billions instead of trillions.
Nothing from nothing means nothing.
@bigheadfred For the record, I knew some people who died in the towers, and I knew many more who spent years in therapy, haunted by nightmares of running out of collapsing buildings, going down stairwells, getting outside and breathing fetid air, full of smoke and ash. Marriages eventually crumbled because of nigh terrors and guilt.
I know people who, by some weird twist of fate, Missed their bus or train that day and by being late, missed being there by minutes. People who had doctors appointments uptown. Etc. I was one of them. My appointment was two blocks away from the Towers, but a week before it was changed to the 18.
When I finally went into the city about a fortnight later, it was surreal. Missing people posters all over like lost dog posters. People who normally rushed weren’t. People were being kind to strangers, and several strangers hugged me. I regret it took 3,000 deaths to bring us all together.
No, I wept when the second tower fell. I was in shock when the first tower fell. When the plane fell into the Pentagon, I was standing up by my computer and collapsed. And when the plane went down in Pennsylvania I called my parents and told them if we all die today, I wanted them to know how much I love and appreciate all they’ve done for me. And if they survive, please take care of my cat.