September 11, 2010 Comments Off on On 9/11
September 11 just doesn’t impress me. There, I said it. It was a really difficult attitude to get away with in high school, but everyone overreacted then and is still overreacting now. What ticked me off was how offended everyone was, not in a “you killed a ton of my countrymen” way, but more in a “but this is America” way.
Terrorism had happened before, but not to hear anyone else tell it. Everyone was just appalled at the thought that bad people had deliberately blown up a bunch of innocent people. With a plane. Who came up with that idea?! And when?!
And how could this possibly happen in America? It’s the kind of thing that just isn’t done. It’s in shockingly bad taste.
It was like America was sitting on the curb outside a bar at 1 a.m., holding a broken high heel and crying and saying, “I just can’t believe this happened to me!” It was the reaction of a spoiled, oblivious people who had been absolutely certain up until September 11, 2001 that nothing could ever touch them, or if it could it was something like CSI being cancelled.
It’s not that it wasn’t a tragedy. It’s not that it wasn’t a disaster. It’s just that there was way more self-righteousness, self-pity, and general puling in its aftermath than there should have been. In an attempt to make Nine-Eleven into the ultimate tragedy, over which America could come together and grieve, they stripped it of much of its dignity and overblew it into something terrorists could be really proud of.