Holy crap I surpassed 2,000 hits on my blog - Man that is so freaking cool.
I am in the library at school, shoes off, diet pepsi by my side and power pointed out at the present moment - taking a break to blog even though I should be doing MORE Geography vocab - but, I am so OVER this studying shit.
I am almost to the point that I don't care anymore - willing to risk my GPA for my sanity...
I am just plain tired.
I stayed up far too late last night watching the news, I had CNN on when the announcement was made that President Obama would be making an announcement - I was worried for about five minutes that it may be Libya backlash, but then I just had a gut feeling that Osama bin laden had been killed or, at the very least captured.
Me personally - I have mixed emotions on his death. I wish that our Navy seal bad asses could have brought him back alive, put him on trial and then sent him off to one of our prisons for a nice long life in hell - I just hate killing of any kind.
Now I realize that I may sound like a borderline sympathizer with with Osama by not jumping on the hip hip hooray he's dead bandwagon - that is simply not the case. I will however say that I have looked away (again) from facebook as the images and words are all a little too ugly for my peace seeking eye balls - the picture of our own Lady Liberty holding the chopped and bloody head of bin Laden is just too much for me and a far cry from what I want to yell YAY about. Again, not sympathising - just not a fan of hate or killing of any kind. I certainly don't want my kids to see Lady Liberty, as beautiful a symbol as she is, all bloody and holding a human head.
And here I guess I make a point, if there is one to be made, it
harkens back in a sense to my previous blog regarding mis-directed hate towards the religion of Islam - bear with me.
Let me start here so as not to confuse anyone....
September 11th is a day I will never forget.
It was my first day of maternity leave just before Matthew was born.
I was drinking tea and eating toast in bed while I watched the today show.
Katie and Matt interrupted an author's interview to announce to the world that a plane had hit one of the world trade center towers. At first it seemed an accident of some horrible inconception - and then the second plane hit and via cell phone from a bystander on the streets of Manahttan, the NBC news team and the Nation realized we were under attack.
I tear up immediately when I allow myself to remember...
In brief - I picked up my kids from school as there were two other planes rumored to be over Virginia air space and I proceeded to sit on my couch for the rest of the day in absolute shock, just reeling from the devastation - holding on tight to my belly and my other two boys.
Kevin asked if terrorists were going to come up on our lawn as we watched the Pentagon, gaping hole and in flames...
I called my BFF Mary, who was due to fly down to Virginia later that week to be with me at Matthew's birth. Naturally we cried, bawled actually and then proceeded to turn it inside out as we tried to grasp the enormity of what was happening - Then it struck us, our personal loss....
No one that I knew personally had been directly impacted, no loss of life, no one missing, but - all the flights were grounded and Mary couldn't come.
Now that is obviously a "no big deal" loss when held up against what others were facing (I know), but under the circumstances of my pregnancy and the very real possibility that Matthew would die, not having Mary there to support me, felt like an a direct hit aimed at my heart and my hope.
I was going to need my best friend if my baby died...
Six days later, in the moment of silence before the stock exchange rang it's bell, Dr. Blommel my OB/GYB, held her gloved hand high in the air, (on her finger the pill to induce labor) - me in stirrups-spread eagle and together we observed a moment of silence with the rest of the country - the movement to begin recovery...
The week of the terrorist attacks, was a week full of both sorrow and joy in my life- it provided for me the ultimate contrast between the two...9/11 and my son lived...
I am full of sorrow still, for all the people who died that day - the victims, their families and all the brave men and women who ran to the rescue, the ones who went to help others and gave their lives doing so. My heart will never forget the loss of life and the pain that lives on for those who must live without their significant other. I also feel the pain for all the military personnel who have been injured or killed in the war against terrorism - their service is what allows me the freedom to sit here and type...of this I am so aware and so very thankful.
So back to my original point - Like I said, I am no sympathizer to terrorism or terrorists - But I sure do hate violence and I hate breeding it... Ask my family, I even hate war related video games - HATE THEM...
I guess I worry that Patriotism can sometimes look borderline terrorism, if it is gone about in the wrong way.
I say, be Patriotic without saying "YEAH FUCKING KILL THE BASTARD" - Don't have Lady Liberty bathed in Osama's blood (please)
I think if we behave like animals, then the terrorists will continue too as well - the cycle of violence and hatred will come full circle... It scares me a lot.
Like with your children, set a positive
I think it is more than okay to hang your American Flag, sing our National Anthem at the top of your lungs and to be relieved that he is gone gone gone(AMEN), but just keep in mind when you approach the verge of venomous hate - that is exactly what they expect of us. To them we are the bad guys.
I am glad that justice has been done for all those who were impacted by the 9/11 terrorist attacks.
I thank all the military branches for their service and their dilligence.
I am glad that we don't have to worry about this evil man anymore.
Please don't hate on the Muslims.
God Bless America my home sweet home.
Well said! Lots of good Martin Luther King Jr. quotes of FB echoing this view. I know people are happy that he's not a threat and I'm sure victims' families feel a sense of justice, but when it starts to look like a Mardi Gras celebration it seems a bit much.
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