Bella's · Life

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It's been seven years. Seven years since American families gathered, dumbstruck by horror, and watched planes lance through the World Trade Center twin towers. Seven years since we watched the towers fall, silent, gathered at televeisions, or en masse in Times Square, watching on screens the size of tractor trailers. Why? we wondered. Why would anyone do this? For God's sake, there were babies in those buildings!

It's been seven years. We still have no answer. We still have no closure. Our loved ones, our friends and family, THEIR friends and family, died in vain. Even today, seven years later, I can barely watch the videos. I'm sickened by what happened, and I can't see through the tears. I'm now watching crowds, scenes I've never seen before. People crying out for lost friends, trying to hold on to SOME kind of familiarity, taking hands with people they've never met, seeking solace in humanity, in some kind of touch, leading each other out of the wreckage. Women, holding each other up, white with ash on skin grey with terror.

Babies still safe inside their mothers that day have grown up without fathers; some being held at home by Daddy have had to learn what it's like not to have a mother. Parents have buried their only childrens' clothing simply because there was nothing left to bury, and we have no reason. On that day, the smoke of two burning, falling buildings and the spirits of hundreds, thousands, blotted out the New York sun. And it was all for nothing. We've allowed them to prove that we are uncaring, or at best stupid. The men who perpetrated it are gone, but those that called for it are alive, well, and rejoicing in our complacency. Bush has won, and that sorrows me more than anything else about this horrible day. They call it "Patriot's Day". But these "patriots" died for a country that no longer cares. September 11th has moved from being a pivotal moment in our country's history to being a rallying cry for sheep to kill in a country innocent, at least of this particular atrocity.

“Time is passing. Yet, for the United States of America, there will be no forgetting September the 11th. We will remember every rescuer who died in honor. We will remember every family that lives in grief. We will remember the fire and ash, the last phone calls, the funerals of the children. “
- President George W. Bush, November 11, 2001

You lie, sir. You lie, most abominably. You have seen to it that we forgot. We forgot the husbands calling their beloveds to say "Honey...I'm not coming home tonight. I love you. Tell the kids, I love them." We've forgotten the innocent children who never HAD a chance to say goodbye, who were snuffed out because of political actions they never could have had a part in. We've forgotten the wives and mothers screaming denials as they learn their husband, or their son, or their daughter, or their partner, is never going to hold them again, that they'll never have that chance to hear "I love you" or "It'll be all right."

And my heart especially goes out to those young couples, who fought, like couples do. And never made up. You have to believe, they knew. They knew you loved them. They knew hoe much they meant to you. Please, one day, find peace. Find security in the knowledge that while life moves on, you will see them again. You will be able to tell them "I'm sorry. I loved you so much. You made my life better, just by being in it."

To those brave few on Flight 93: You rocked. You gave your lives to save others, and you are heroes. I only hope that one day, I could be half as brave, as mighty, as you.

Yes, Bush. You won. You got your Saddam, at the price of our people, our men and women at home, our soldiers in the field. But I rest assured that you will one day face judgement for your actions, because your God demands it of you, and because no God would let your evil go unpunished. Yes, you are evil. You are callous, you are stupid, you are the basis of what is evil in mankind. And I take comfort that when you finally die, you will have to answer to every single one of these people. Forever. You will have to answer to them, and you will have to answer to those of us that AREN'T blinded by sheeplike patriotism. You're a liar, a murderer, and a fraud. And someday, you will pay.

For everyone else, it's been seven years. I still remember. For those that died, those that gave all, and those that had no choice: We still remember your sacrifice, and may you rest on laurels in the hereafter.

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I don't know them, but I love them.

Also, movin' to Canada, WHO'S COMING WITH ME!?

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This girl is *FUNNY*.

Dear other drivers of Cortland (Or wherever):
I do not like people crawling up my butt when I'm driving. If you are behind me, and crawling up on me when I'm at or over the speed limit, I am going to do one of two things. Neither of them are speeding up.

One. I am going to slam on my brakes. Not to let you hit me, mind you. But enough to scare the shit right out of you. Bet you'll back off then!

Two. I am going to slow down to twenty miles an hour. Yes, even if the limit's 55. Why? Because it irritates the SHIT out of you. This tactic, it should be noted, will only be used if I'm on a road where you can't pass me. Preferably where there's oncoming traffic, just in case you get froggy.

Love, me.

I have to say this, and I say it as a perfectly patriotic American (albeit one who thinks that the president is a hypocritical moron who needs nothing so much as to be pimpslapped into submission by a large black lesbian named Red)


It is time to suspend the Electoral College.

See, when there were a grand total of maybe 100,000 people here, it was a grand idea, given the lack of available communication and the likelihood of massive numbers of available parties. Now? not so much. We have two major parties (and, when he feels like being a swing-vote-stealing retard, Nader)and billions of people who are within seconds of each other in numbers of ways. It's time to stop letting the media pick our presidents, and make our votes *MEAN* something. Because in reality, what we have is a bunch of people who may or may not vote the way we tell them to....when we're perfectly capable of doing so for ourselves. Florida, I'm lookin' at YOU, bitches!


Also. I support Barack Obama, not so much as i'd have supported Hilary, but there you go. Let's be realistic for five seconds here, and the first person to call me racist is getting a foot in the ass. The man's never gonna see a presidency. Wanna know why? (I bet you already know) HE'S BLACK. No, I don't think that's bad. But I DO think that our lovely red-state, mouth-breathing majority, the same one that put this illiterate hillbilly in control of the Bomb, are not now, not ever, going to allow a black man, even one vastly more capable than fucking John McCain, to run this country.

There's always hope, I suppose. But I'm not exactly planning a Democratic victory party come November. I am, however, looking into moving to Canada.

The Queen Mother from a looooooong distance, I can deal with.