9/11 was bad, sure; but what nobody wants to say out loud is that it wasn’t THAT bad. It was just bad enough for us as a country to embrace our very own “tragedy,” to give ourselves a JFK Assassination date if you will. To give ourselves a reason to practice rituals of collective mourning. It was a tragedy, but it was small enough that we don’t mind commemorating it with any gift shop piece of crap that we can sell. I don’t see shot glasses with pictures of Hiroshima or Nagasaki, and I certainly have never seen wifebeaters with INFLUENZA 1918: NEVER FORGET pictures on them. Something that "real" I guess it's easier to just try and forget it. Anything "real enough," we love to collectively hurl ourselves on the casket during the funeral and cause a scene. Fascinating to me.Of course because we are who we are we made 9/11 worse than it actually had to be, snatching even more defeat from the jaws of defeat by doubling down: "3000 dead? Eff you, here's a trillion bucks down the shitter - in your FACE, Osama!!!"
We're a funny country. On one hand we have 9/11 porn, on the other we have Dead Poets Society, which is pretty awesome. Maybe we really are exceptional; I believe it was Marley who said "We live in a time and place of American exceptionalism, and if you don't subscribe, feel free to cast off your imperial garb for a more appropriate "David Woodley: Super Bowl MVP" T-shirt."
David Woodley! Ha!
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