Okay, should I begin to moderate comments? In the post I’m putting in tonight, I admit that I don’t partially because it’s something that I do as a political blogger–this might be a political post–but Courting isn’t a political blog. And more, because all my blogging friends are so good at moderating comments, I’m scared to. I know–I never shut up and I’m scared to moderate non-political comments. Does make me laugh.
I answered one on this thread because it was thoughtful, though I believe wrong.
However I wrote a post on BIO yesterday–and the person who commented first and most–changed it from an opionion post to a “let’s kill all the babyboomers,” though he might or might not be one. I don’t make a great spokesperson for babyboomers, though I am one. While babyboomers might make the largest cohort group, there are more people both older and younger than us who are eligible to vote. It would be nice to see everybody who can vote in November.
First, my default category was going to be “impeach Bush.” Maybe it should be. The government would be very bored if they listened to my phone calls. Yes, I know that they’re only collecting info on phone calls made since 9/11, or so they say, and I don’t believe anything that they say. If they’re interested in the history of my life, they can read my blog, if they can make sense of it. Don’t see why they should be except that I began to call for Bush’s Impeachment Hearing almost as soon as I began to blog, and proudly cast blame as soon as Katrina happened.
While it made me incredibly sad to see their inaction, as a blogger, a person and a person who lives in Manhattan and had been here on 9/11, I had never exactly hated an entire administration as much as I did during Katrina and the aftermath–and I have only hated one entire administration, this one.
I am willing to settle for such small victories now, that the day Karl Rove is indicted will be one of the happiest of my life. But I’m not willing to lose the war. The Republicans must lose control of at least one house this November. That will be a battle won.
Have been exploring some of the darker incidents of my life recently. As I seem to need an audience for my catharses, thank you. All winter I was going to have a James Spader film festival, but I blogged. Or did blogging stuff. Blogged in Puerto Rico; blogged in California twice last year where I wrote some of my best posts, and not just because it was a change of scenery but because it was the right scenery for me
Truly realize now how much I need to leave New York. It’s not a want, but a need. Haven’t enjoyed Manhattan the city since 1990. I find looking at the new New Jersey skyline more interesting than the city. It’s like staying to long in a relationship that has lost both its lustre and its love.
I can’t physically leave until the fall, and I hope to have one last summer fling with the city. It’s not just the after affects of 9/11; it’s me. I feel free to leave because I have worked through a lot of crap that’s been bothering me for the past decade. Blogging did it. It really did; it’s the best therapy with the best therapists around. The comments and emails truly helped.
Felt very scared of some of the posts I have posted recently. Thought that I was sabotaging myself for a change. But I wasn’t. I was moving forward.
Think that the staircase at the Trade Center ground is a symbol of moving forward and should always always be there. Though I have lived in New York virtually my entire life, I, personally, don’t know one person who died but I know so many people who survived.
Not in the mood to look up the spelling of the terrorists name who was just sentenced but he was wrong. America won on 9/11. Many more people lived than died. While memorials to the people who died are important, it’s equally important to remember and honor the people who lived.
Had the attack happen just two hours later many many mothers wouldn’t be here to celebrate Mother’s Day on Sunday. Kids would have been in the mall.
Not one kid died on the ground. That was the only thing that we could tell children to make them feel at all reassured. They had their world torn apart, but not one kid died. That was a miracle. It was too early for tourists or for people buying Broadway tickets at the only tickets booth I liked.
It was an incredible day in American history. We could have used it to show the world that we are a strong united country. We could have celebrated the strengths of ordinary Americans, who were heroes along with firemen and cops. Will always wonder what happened to “we are all New Yorker’s.” Karl Rove doesn’t want you to like us. Made that clearer than clear last year.
It could have been the most amazing year in American history. We could have shown the terrorist world and the rest of the world, that we the American people were united. But it was used to divide us. We were so used.
We don’t think about the glory of the day. We were manipulated into not thinking about it by a government that wanted war, and wanted us to only remember the horror. It was horrific. It could have been much worse. Frankly for awhile after I heard the news all I could think about was how much more horrible it would have been had it happened at lunch time.
People came to the Trade Center for lunch from all over downtown. After the 93 bombing the mall was redone and it was wonderful. It would have been packed just two and half hours later with people doing banking, errands, buying tickets, having an early lunch. Yet we never think of that.
Our country runs on a half empty premise. Our president and his administration want to take credit for building up New York’s morale after the attacks. I know. I read about it all the time in radical right newspapers and blogs. Well it wasn’t true. I was in New York.
We weren’t New Orleans. We had Giuliani who I might not like but…it was a smaller physical scale. It wasn’t the federal government that saved us. They didn’t even give us the promised aid for three years. We saved us.
And the people who walked down that staircase or the other ones should be honored. Almost every Morgan Stanley employee survived because they didn’t listen to the official instructions. Their former Director of Security had made Morgan Stanley employees very aware that there could be and would be another bombing. Unfortunately he became Director for The Trade Center just a few month before. He did die.
We could have and should have turned 9/11 into a victory for America because it was. We showed how strong we were, but our administration thought it in their best interest to divide us. The radical right followed hook, line and sink–and they will sink deep into the murky waters.
They aren’t what America is about. America is about diversity. America is about true freedom for every person.
That victory has become hollow in light of everything that has happened to this once amazing country. We have fallen so far in such a short time period. I hope that we gain our former glory.
Glory isn’t Manhattan turning into a Disneyfied city. Yes that began before 9/11.
Artists and other people who gave the city its creative edge can’t afford to live here anymore. It would have happened without 9/11 but it would have happened honest. My fixed expenses have gone up over 60 percent in the past four and a half years. How many salaries have gone up that much? Most people here have seen their salaries go up three percent a year.
I’m not confusing isssues. Most of those increases are a direct result of paying the costs of 9/11 over and over again. This country’s administration has to pay for what they have done to us. They made us fear one another. That didn’t have to happen.
But this weekend I’m going to forget about the world, watch James Spader movies, Viggio Mortenson ones. If you haven’t seen this season’s Boston Legal, watch it on DVD, it has more truth in it than almost anything.
Then I will get on with my life. We all have our own staircases we walk down, and I walked down mine.
Crossposted in radically different form at BIO