I just heard a Muslim-American woman call into an NPR talk show. She said that today's her birthday, but she and her family cannot go out and celebrate (she must wear a hijab or look very Middle Eastern), because some jerks will think that her family is celebrating 9/11.
I'm 9/ll--ed out. I was in DC when the Pentagon hit. Some people I know worked at the Pentagon when it was attacked. My former house mate died at the Pentagon. My business was screwed up because my mail came from the distribution center where the anthrax mailer struck. The secretaries in our office all had to take Cipro, because they handled the mail. Cipro makes you tired and it screws up a woman's menstrual cycle, so all of our office workers were very depressed and unhappy.
I didn't feel that great myself. I had to take meds for panic attacks, which I'd never suffered before. I'm pretty emotional, so all of the freaking Bush Administration terror alerts didn't help my mood. Finally, by Thanksgiving 2001, I realized that I could walk around feeling like a scared rabbit for the rest of my life, or I could live life even more fully than before. When I chose the latter, the panic attacks disappeared.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. MARCOS!!! I'm 9/11'd out because enough Korans have been burned, enough Iraqis, Afghanis and Pakistanis have been killed in America's name, and enough Muslims have been insulted, so that deaths which occurred as a result of 9/11 seem like an afterthought.
Thank you right-wingers for ruining 9/11 for liberals and progressives! A lot of these right-wingers were nowhere near DC or NYC. Usually they despise citizens of those cities as being "depraved" or as "not being real Americans" because they don't live in small towns. Rev. Jones and his ilk don't know people who died on 9/11. They didn't witness the planes crash into the Pentagon or the WTC. And these opportunistic righties just say, in VP Biden's words, "a noun, a verb and 9/11."
The hell with it, I'm going to have a drink tonight to celebrate Markos' birthday. If I had some weed, I'd smoke a dubie. I weren't so damned old, I'd eat some acid to celebrate. Oh yeah, let's crank up the tunes, shall we? Whether it's Merle Haggard, Black Flag, Grateful Dead, or the Scissors Sisters, let's turn up the stereo and party, dammit!!