there is so much that could be said today.
i could write you a roundup of the deaths and injuries and environmental devastation and economic implications and tremendous waste involved in the war on afghanistan and the war on iraq.
i could talk about the people (including john mccain) who have discussed attacking iran.
i could mention the corporations that are making money hand over fist as a direct result of the wars.
i could reflect on the fact that new york/washington, dc/pennsylvania's 9/11 wasn't the only one that will live in infamy in this hemisphere.
i could explore the connections between the bin laden family and the bushes, note that we still haven't found osama bin laden, mention the people who have been arrested, detained, beaten, tortured, or simply disappeared for being, looking like, or sharing a name with someone the united states was looking for, or for just being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
i could share with you my september 11 story (we've all got one—some are more dramatic than others, but everyone has theirs.)
i could discuss the stark division i see in my own life between the pre-9/11 and post-9/11 days.
but i'm not going to. because i'm tired. and because i think that any of those things might detract from the very most important thing i can say about today, the thing i woke up thinking: if you didn't like september 11, 2001, then don't let that kind of thing happen to other people.
that is all.
One for the weekend.
15 hours ago