News from Thursday, September 11, 2003 @ 2:58 PMso now its been a few years, right? but the truth (whatever that is) is that i actualy broke down and cried the other day. conspiracy theories, blame and all that nonsense aside and all the hate or greed or whatever it was that went into creating that day just dissapeared when i thought about all those hundreds of firefighters, fireMEN who fought and died for complete strangers inside that inferno. say whatever you will about me. but i am proud of america at that moment, of the people who cast fear and doubt away and went heedlessly inside never to come out. i am saddend and also struck by the beauty of those brave selfless women and men. that is the america i belive in. all races (by and by i do not belive in race, but that is a different story) all religions, creeds, ALL OF OUR HUMANITY, pulling together for the benifit of us all. now, as i see it, the powers that be did not nurture this strength, this beauty, but instead capitalized on our fears and fed them, to cripple us, to trick us into things like the”patriot” act and so on. we need to gather our wits and think like those brave people. i do not want to live in country that is full of hate and fear, where i contact is a rare and dangerous place. if that happens then whoever was responsible for that horrible thing has already won. i want to live in a country where we are all united in sister/brotherhood, were you can look each other in the eye and say “hello”. let us take the torch that those selfless saints lit, the flame some politicians tied to quench, and hold it up on high, proclaiming love over hate. wasn’t it once said that we have nothing to fear, but fear itself? i don’t know, maybe i have it all wrong..oh yeah,andwhile were at it lets vote that bastard bush out of office! i’m voting for al sharpton, how about you? send me your thoughts! godbless.
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Comment by Perishable
[ Thursday, September 11, 2003 ]
i saw you the other day walking around the ML library, but was in a hurry and didn’t stop. i should have, if it was you, at least yelled something nice out the window. or — better yet — if life didn’t have me by the throat, i would have enjoyed actually stopping my business and sharing a chat. but, then again, you may have been (and probably were?) busy with your own business, in which case the scene may have unfolded somewhat awkwardly… but, i do feel a strange connection to you, i am not sure how or why or whatever, but i feel totally comfortable just freely typing out whatever it is that is on my mind at the moment. with most other people, i measure, weigh and script my verse to fit this game or that, like it mattered or something. but no such concern with you, rather i enjoy just being able to rant. dude, i have thoughts going on in my head from the time i wake up until the time i go to sleep every single day. yet — because i have managed to temporarily “hush” many if not all relationships in my life, i spend little time audibly expressing the various things on my mind. but then again, does it even matter? i am just wasting my time? honestly, i am ready to completely abandon the possibility that anyone hears anything that anyone says (means). can’t mean that. but yes, i do… i hear only what i want to hear. what is that? what do i want to hear? the truth? lies? jokes? games? is it possible to hear objectively? then is that the truth or reality or whatever.
whatever.