Dianna's Mindless Musings

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I'll bet everyone can remember where he/she was on September 11, 2001.I was getting ready to go to a class and wearing a navy tee shirt and jeans. My hair was still wet from the shower, so I was also wearing a burgundy towel around my head. I went downstairs to the kitchen to make coffee and can even remember picking up a book of poetry by ee cummings. My neighbor, Denise, knocked on the door; her eyes swollen, she'd been crying and told me about the attack on the World Trade Center. I invited her inside and wondered aloud about the impossibility of such an attack. We went into the den and watched tv for a while. I decided to cut classes for the day and she played hooky from work.

 About an hour later my mom came home because the bank closed. That was amazing in itself. *That* Bank never even closed for the ice storms we had in the 90's! My dad's Company put a sign on the door and everyone went home. Gramma Anna was still alive and I brought her to our house. Finally, the entire family was together, along with a few of the neighbors, watching the television in the den. No one cooked, not even my gramma; we just ate cold cuts, drank too much coffee and watched the abysmal tv. 

I didn't do anything other than watch television, eat, sleep and cry for four entire days. My mom took it the hardest though. I think the older generation was in more shock because they'd always lived in a comfort zone and never dreamed of the possibility of this kind of nightmare occurring. We've always believed our government is the strongest in the world; that as Americans we were basically protected.

 We always trusted our government.

  I lived in Delaware which is neighboring New York. All the businesses, other than food stores, were closed for at least four days during which time we lived an abysmal television existence.    

  Flags were flying; candles burning; the churches were filled.    

 Life goes on and finally we went back to work or school. We invaded Aftganistan looking for Osama bin Laden without success. We were told Saddam harbored weapons of mass destruction, so we invaded Iraq. WMD were never found, so we decided to fight for the freedom of Iraq instead.

We are still there.

 Our troops are being slaughtered by insurgents in Iraq; not terrorists. Recruiters are lying to school children and their parents for the purpose of providing fresh meat for the military. Those children will be taught to fight before they have been taught to live. Many people think of  war in blindingly moral terms; we are fighting that where there was death there may be life, they reason. Yet, they are unable to explain this line of reasoning in a *direct* sense

The Bible states "Thou Shalt Not Kill" and does not provide any exceptions.

 Katrina ravaged the Gulf Coast.  Our countrymen were dying in the streets; babies, children, Americans = Human beings. The stench of the bureaucracy permeated the air. Many of those lives would have been spared had FEMA acted responsibly. Brown was transferred to Washington to appease the righteously angry mob and sadly, this same man was held responsible for Hurricane Ophelia who was heading towards the State of Florida. Mrs. Bush Senior referred to Texas refugees as being underprivileged, and seeing a silver lining in the exile of these homeless humans. Mrs. Bush Junior couldn't even remember the name of the hurricane that took so many of the lives of our countrymen.

 The list goes on ...  

and we are still at war.