:: Wednesday, September 11, 2002 ::

"Pardon me while I burst into flames..." (Incubus)

So, it's September 11. The day for the resurgence of fad patriotism. The day for renewed outbursts against the Muslims. The day to patronize victims of the WTC, not out of love, but out of duty. The day for countless people to pray for the sole reason that they're "supposed to." It is, after all, the one-year anniversary.
Will some people's prayers be sincere? Sure they will. But that doesn't make their motivation any more noble. I'm cringing to think of how many millions America will spend today on memorial services. I would have admired LeTourneau so much more if it had sent the money spent on 2500 balloons to a relief fund for Afghanistan. It's almost like the lives of the WTC victims were given so that we could have another excuse for a holiday, another excuse to feel self-righteous, another excuse to feel good as we link arms and sing, "God bless America..."
No, I'm not going to chapel today either.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 7:28 AM :: + ::