September 12th, 2001

it's time to fix things...

how about it?
pay the teachers the $75,000 per year they deserve; the police and firemen $250,000; baseball players? huh, peanuts? maybe...

and the world. we can fix it, right? terrorism - stopped by a week of nonstop "rock'n rollin" via the Army of One.

Drug war challenge - no problem... just ask the air force to do a fly by...

and still, where does that leave us?
Steelworkers Local 40 - slicing an dicing the rubble of The World Trade Center...

at least 8 of Utica Fire Department's finest - en route, with a search and rescue camera, donated - "if the camera's lost - hell, if it helps find one person, great"

USC swim team member - Silver medalist - doing his "patriotic" duty in koreatown yesterday, giving blood...

the teams, following honor and duty, going to the homes of their fallen brother inarms, to offer sympathy to the families of the brave souls lost at the department of defense...

honr and duty...
firefighters running into burning, collapsing buildings...

they pulled 6 out alive this morning. hope. so little hope. so much helplessness...

so much hate and pain and fear and sadness...

fly. fight. win. that was a mission I supported for 4 years. I was there when the world lunged toward sanity as the wall came down... it was hopeful. it was strange and crazy... but not like this. my god, nothing like this... "cold war" - this is too fucking hot.

but they pulled 6 out... maybe I can sleep now... I just don't want to be woken up like that ever again....

i'm bawling.. out of frustration out of hopelessness... out of fear - what the fuck happens next? we can't go back to Monday... it's different, and I ... I don't know if I'll like what we'll become...

a picture I took - at the korean war memerial... it says - "freedom is not free" - but the price is supposed to be paid by those who know the cost. who choose to offer to pay it. fuck.

fuck fuck fuck

s. a very frazzled and pissed and scared s.

good advice, I think...

from Crunchland...

Roxanne
Citizen posted 09-12-2001 07:15 AM
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Just checking in.



Grab your loved ones and hold on tight. I think we are in for some very strange days ahead.

Love to all,
Roxanne

strange days in deed.
where the fuck are milo and binkley and opus and calvin and hobbes when we need them...

fuck.
s.

damn ...

12Sep01 + 6:28am = Wednesday

oh my god.
oh my god.
I finally cried. The news that 6 survivors had been taken from the rubble. I have been watching tv for about 24 hours now. Ma called at 7 yesterday morning - I tackled garfield's incessant bleating (smiting him on the nose...) and alicia grabbed the phone.
Her face showed that it was grave, and I pondered who it could be...
"we've been attacked" was what she said, handing me the phone. It was my mom, saying the world trade center and the pentagon had been hit by terrorists...

our lives changed that moment... oh the pointless, yet oh so true cliche - "it will never be the same"

I had spent Monday night at home, saving pictures of Honda's new motorcycle models. Sunday I was frazzled by a 4.2 earthquake that had alicia and I grabbing our computer monitors, staring shocked at each other, and saying "what the hell was that?" - she thought an explosion, I thought it was a truck backing into a support pole in our parking garage... I told melissa on the phone "we're having an earthquake..." Only a few things fell over on our shelves, but I still fled the apartment, and alicia claims I ran into the street screaming like a little girl
tuesday changed my world view... and I'm pissed... and scared. How the fuck are you?
"they physically came in and took the equipment out of our hands ... to make us leave" richard parish, mass. firefighter, drove in after hearing the second plane hit... hadn't heard the number - 300+ missing...
FUCK FUCK FUCK

I didn't want to go to sleep, cause I didn't want to wake up to anything like this... but there's hope in the 6 who survived. How about the folks on the flight that crashed into pennsylvania - one called his wife/mom, said "i love you - i'm gonna try to stop a hijacking..." - fuck you bruce willis, you kept walking out of the rubble of the building the plain hit carrying a small child and having a cute girl meet you at the ambulance to sponge you single pathetic flesh wound on your forehead. FUCK YOU. Heroes... going where angels fear to tread... my god keep them save... and treat them well. may this pass too, with time.
Ciao,
S.