reflection on 9/11, two days late (and Loopy's back still hurts)

It's tomorrow, not today, that we're going to the specialist for Loopy's back. Bluh.

Miriam pointed out that I posted about going to Iran on 9/11, which would be the excuse for blowing up Iran (9/11 would be the excuse, that is). I could also add that the US's support for the 1953 coup in Iran is considered by some (including myself) a major contributor to the rise of radical Islam. (Because it was the only force that could successfully combat the brutality of US-backed dictatorships that completely obliterated any Left movement).

As for 9/11 itself... I mostly spent 9/11 trying to avoid the lugubrious "remembrances." My personal opinion is, if 9/11 meant anything to you, why the hell would you want to remember it for five seconds? It was a horrible day and I basically avoid thinking about it. Whenever I see the photos of the towers on fire it's like a fist in the stomach, all over again. I don't want to "get used to" those images.

Another thing that has maintained its immediacy is my annoyance with the many people here in Wisconsin who just don't seem to get it. On the morning of 9/11, we went to Espresso Royale for breakfast, and the college kids were just acting like it was any other day, talking about the towers that were burning at that moment like it was some celebrity gossip.

Oh well. I seem to be cranky lately. Witness my silly pointless vitriol toward specific lines of Keats's fabulous Ode to Autumn, below. *sigh*