Altered States

Hang on, folks, the next few weeks are gonna get ugly:

On September 11, 2001, terror attacks on New York, Washington, D.C. and Pennsylvania killed almost 3,000 people. On September 12, the survivors, the families of the victims, the first-responders woke up to find their lives irrevocably altered — as did all Americans.

Ten years later, Yahoo! is asking: How have you changed since September 11?

Quite honestly, we haven’t. Other than being ten years older. But we can’t blame Osama for that.

The anniversary is inevitable. The dead will be mourned, the first responders celebrated, as is proper. And it’s probably too much to ask that everybody else back the fuck off, especially if your only real connection was as one more televised disaster in your life.

Because for the rest of us, the real question isn’t how 9/11 changed us, but how it irrevocably altered our government. And the answer to that question is nothing worth commemorating.

Share your story: How have you changed since 9/11? [Yahoo]

Dennis Leary is doing a pretty good job with this season’s “Rescue Me”.

But on the anniversary, I’d just as soon see this run as a 24 hour scroll on all major networks. Or this blog.

Linque not taking. See Thompson, Hunter S., ESPN 2, September 11, 2001 “Fear and Loathing in America”.

Life goes on the but the point of reference remains the same:

“That’s what I love about these high school girls, man. I get older, they stay the same age.” that dude from Dazed and COnfused

I think I’ve changed not necessarily because of 9/11, but simply because I’m older now. I was 20 and in my junior year of J-school when it happened. Twenty is different than 30 — way different. I think the passing of the years makes one less idealistic and less hopeful than before, regardless of events in world history. Besides that, the transition from a bright and shiny late 90s world where the biggest concern in government was the location of the president’s penis (with, btw, a roaring economy with nearly full employment) to all out fucktardery was more world-changing to me than 9/11 itself.

Of course, a few years in journalism also makes one more bitter than before. Irrevocably.

I have a lower opinion of a lot of people including friends and family who let their fear cloud any sense (however little of it) they had.

I spent a lot of time reading post 9/11 to get a better understanding of why this happened. That included racist shit (I did not know at the time) like Huntington’s “Clash of Civilizations.” It seemed more like blowback to me. I thought a lot of people would including policymakers. Boy is my face red.

Well, this observance, at the very least, can be a teachable moment to the Teabagists as a reminder of what the US looked like with a budget surplus and a vibrant economy and a halfway decent reputation in the world. They can’t blame Obama for messing up any of that.

Considering at the time most of the teabaggers were in a froth over a semen stained GAP dress and shrieking about black helos and UN takeovers, I’d say the answers are a resounding “No, it’s not a teachable moment as teaching a teabagger anything factual is basically casting pearls before swine” and “Yes, they would and probably have.”

I still have back and hip problems originally triggered by the 15-hour drive in a car without cruise control from Cincinnati (where I was stuck) to OKC. I now try to book connections through airports that are no more than an 8 hour drive from my home.
I was changed by the 1995 OKC bombing. Nothing like suddenly finding yourself on the floor surrounded by broken glass to make you wonder “is this all there is?” It gave me the impetus to get my MLS and get out of my dead-end job at the law firm.

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