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Edit: I just realized, by writing this, I kinda contradicted myself...if it really is just another day, why write about it?

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I hate when I wake up this early...

Anyway. So today is September 11th. Thursday is a nice day. I have to agree with wdalphin regarding the meaning that some people continue to attached to this particular date:

"...there's going to be a 9/11 every year whether you want it or not."

It's what you do with everyday after that's important. For those who lost friends and loved ones, of course this day will remind them...as everyday would remind them.

It's not a tool to weasel more money out of the country to further penetrate our private lives. And it's not a reason to cause more destruction to other people's lives. What kind of example does that set? The one it always does -- that the U.S. government continues to let its head grow inside it ass, and will not pull it out to see that there were (and still are) actions carried out on its part that led people to want to steer planes into buildings.

I'm not saying that I claim to understand September 11, 2001. I'm just saying that the American government needs to face the fact that they are partly responsible.

It was a tragic event. One that's made more so -- because nothing has been learned from it.

I was watching NBC News last evening, and they were talking about the fact that the NYFD has new communications systems that, if they'd been in place then, would have prevented the deaths of so many firefighters and other rescue workers.

Ok. Granted, I'm sure it would have. But does that change anything? No. Does it make the families and friends of those lost feel any better? I don't know, because I'm not among them, but I'd be doubtful.

I'm opening myself up to a lot of criticism, I suppose, but I'm going under the popular opinion that it is my journal.

I don't claim to be right. I only claim to be me.

This time of year makes me sad because it is the anniversary of my grandfather's death. He passed away on September 5th, 2001. His funeral was the 12th, and we buried him on the 13th. Three of his sons could not be at his funeral because all lines of interstate transportation has been shut down. I suppose that personally, that's how 9/11/01 affected me.

He was a giant of a man, whittled away by cancer and age. Of all of his grandchildren, of which there are *starts counting* ... 12, I'm the only one that got his cleft chin.

Rock on, Big Papa Price, with your Marvin Sease and Power Hitter. Heh.

I miss you.

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This time of year makes me sad too, since it would have been my Grandpa F's 90th birthday on the fifteenth. I'm more sad that I never got a chance to know him than I am ove his death (which, ironically, happened on Good Friday 1993).