Secondhand Sun

Ginmar's said all I could say about September 11th.

This, I think, is the day I want to remember. It's September 10th, and if I squint, I can remember what it felt like, not to fear terrorists, but to fear my government's use of them to further its agenda. That, indeed, is an agenda, not that which is ascribed to gays, to feminists, to Muslims. On September 10th, 2001, I could not believe my country would take the murders of 2, 798 Americans and use it cynically to tell lies, to seize power, to further a religious agenda. Without the murders of 9/11, I doubt they would have tried so blatantly and so successfully.

Do you fear terrorists? Or are you told to fear? We live in a climate of fear now, yet the fact is, the major attacks of the past five years have all been on foreign soil, not here in America. Terrorism is a fact of life. On September 11th, to be brutally honest, the US for the first time experienced what other nations have long endured: terrorism on our soil, terrorism that succeeded beyond the wildest dreams of the terrorists.

Read the whole thing.

As for me, I'd like to tell the Washington Post where to shove its multimedia photo collections and all that crap. Once upon a time, we maybe had the opportunity to remember this day with some kind of dignity, but now it's been invoked too many times as an excuse for destroying human life abroad and destroying the rule of law in America. So screw it.

Oh yeah, and what Jill said, too.

Posted by Joanna at 8:37 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

So everyone's talking about the horse. He's a beautiful horse. I feel bad for him. The vet who operated on him swears up and down that it's not about the money, for Barbaro's owners; if he were a gelding, they'd still be doing everything possible to save his life, because they love their horse.

Right.

All I have to say abou that is to point you to owner Gretchen Jackson's own quotes:

"I know I've cried my eyes out," Jackson said yesterday from her 190-acre Lael Farm in West Grove, Pa., less than 10 miles from the George D. Widener Hospital for Large Animals at the University of Pennsylvania's New Bolton Center, where Barbaro had a daring four-hour surgery Sunday in an attempt to save his life. "It's not as exhausting as it is depressing. It's really sad. It's so hard to get a horse that talented. It's amazing, and then he goes and does what other horses do -- they do themselves in."

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Damn that horse, going and breaking his leg and ruining her chance at having a Triple Crown winner to breed for millions of dollars love and cherish!

"When one becomes a racehorse owner, one of the things is to not fall in love with the animal because it is so painful when something like this happens," Gretchen Jackson said.

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But, yeah. They loooooooovvvve the horse.

Posted by Joanna at 9:22 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)