In a great twist of irony line 9 and line 11 just smashed in to eachother on 9-11 in The Haegue, nobody is seriously hurt but still.
In a great twist of irony line 9 and line 11 just smashed in to eachother on 9-11 in The Haegue, nobody is seriously hurt but still.
RIP.
May such an incident never happen again.
The horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
And don't forget, 9/11 is also the anniversary of the Battle of Marathon. And it's my oldest son's birthday. (Since he will one day rule over the radioactive wasteland formerly known as America, you should get to worshiping him now, rather than later.)
All I'm saying is that anyone who bends the knee and pledges undying obedience to my son now will be 35% less likely to wind up in a forced labor camp.
How about a little respect guys. Save the goofing for another thread, or at least another day.
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Hammer, anvil, forge and fire, chase away The Hoofed Liar. Roof and doorway, block and beam, chase The Trickster from our dreams.Vigilance is our shield, that protects us from our squalid past. Knowledge is our weapon, with which we carve a path to an enlightened future.
Everything you need to know about Kadagar_AV:
I was in NYC on the day. I lost people I knew personally. I lived through the panic, the chaos, the dead phone lines, the disinformation, the choking smoke, the wandering crowds of the displaced, and the near-total confusion. I was two buildings away when anthrax was showing up by mail. I watched my friends and neighbors go through every stage of grief, anger, confusion, paranoia, heroism, hope, and triumph.
And two years later I drove past the gaping pits on the way to deliver my first child on 9/11/03.
I watched every politician of every persuasion try to grab onto what was—among other things—our local tragedy as their personal mantle to do whatever the hell they wanted to do in the first place.
I watched tourists flock into NYC for years after, to view the pits where our buildings used to be. (Strangely, no New Yorker wanted to go look, but people from out of town made it their first stop. I think maybe it felt unreal to people who weren't there on the day, or something like that.)
You want to know how New Yorkers got along in the immediate aftermath? Grit, anger, and humor. You want to know how outsiders exploited the tragedy to their personal benefit? Calls for reverence and obedience.
So the hell with your demand for decorum and silence. The hell with people who weren't there telling those who were how to deal with trauma.
Last edited by Lemur; 09-11-2012 at 16:38.
RIP
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ps. I have a friend dedicated to hiring clowns for my funeral
Last edited by HopAlongBunny; 09-12-2012 at 23:06.
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