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  1. Sunday, September 13, 2015
  2. Friday, September 11, 2015

    i dont hate a lot of things, but i hate 9/11 

    beyonce jay-z and mona lisai hate what happened. i hate what we did afterwards.

    i hate what we didnt do afterwards.

    i hate all the questions that were unanswered.

    i hate all the answers they gave us.

    i hate that they destroyed evidence and censored findings.

    i hate that after all these years we still have these feelings.

    i hate that today isnt a national holiday of grieving.

    i hate that i dont feel safe flying in a plane on this day.

    and most of all i hate all the reactionary fear that spread like cancer among what would have otherwise been men of courage.

    like many things courage is something you need to constantly be working on.

    fear is an instant reaction that no one should be comfortable with.

    so to cope, instead of mourning, today i will do my best to be happy

    and not hate.

  3. Thursday, September 11, 2014

    i hate 9/11. so much. they should make it a holiday so we could just sit in our homes and cry 

    not cry because omg they got us. omg the terrorists won and we now live in fear.

    but cry because we can’t trust the government any more. because we dont know who knew what and when.

    cry because all those people are dead and all their families are devastated and it probably could have been avoided.

    cry because “pre-9/11” is a thing.

    cry because of coverups and people not getting fired and people lying to congress and people

    being so disgusting.

    i went to Ground Zero when it was a hole, i went there when the freedom tower was pretty much built

    i went to the Statue of Liberty at New York, New York in Vegas

    and i didnt know what to make of any of it.

    which one was more real? which one was more honest?

    i used to watch fahrenheit 9/11 on 9/11 but i dont wanna do that to myself this year.

    i dont even know what to do other than wear black and raise my fist

    but what i really wanna do is just put my head in my hands and cry.

    which is what the holiday should be.

    no parades no football games no beers

    just emotions, no traffic, and tears.

  4. Wednesday, September 11, 2013
  5. dear 9/11 

    eminemhow are we gonna do this

    is it gonna be like this forever?

    a nightmare every year once a year?

    worst memories.

    saddest.

    craziest?

    when will it end?

    what do we have to do?

    who must die or get put in jail?

    what must get built?

    can we just get rid of this day

    like they got rid of 13th floors?

    make today the 12th of september?

    never ever

    ever

    remember?

    yes i know that cant happen.

    but not long ago, i thought lots of things couldnt happen.

  6. Tuesday, September 11, 2012

    my mom woke me up on the original 9/11 

    left handed hurlers“america is under attack!” she said.

    “turn on your tv!” she insisted.

    “and stay away from any FBI buildings!”

    ive never been the most obedient son, so i said ok, hung up, and went to sleep for another minute.

    then it dawned on me that despite the fact that she would often call me about something that alarmed her via an email forward,

    that if this issue was on tv

    my beloved tv,

    that maybe it was worth investigating.

    i stumbled into the living room and turned on my tv and within seconds i saw the second plane hit.

    i turned on howard stern who was broadcasting that morning live in new york. he wanted vengeance.

    immediately everyone knew who was behind it. and everyone was saying we had to take him out.

    back then the busblog was only a month old, and it was mostly about me taking the bus

    i worked at E! and when i got there it was obvious that this wouldnt be business as usual.

    they told us they would probably let us go home to be with our families.

    but that if we didnt have any family to go home to, it would be cool if we stuck around till lunch.

    so i blogged from my desk as i watched cnn.

    9/11 really sparked blogging because so many of us had seen so much yet knew so little.

    so we had to piece together what we knew. and figure out what to make of it.

    in college most of the hippies i hung out with were super against the first iraq war

    and i didnt want innocent afghanis to be killed by our retaliation.

    so when i got home that afternoon i put together an old school busblog photoessay that was angry

    and a day later i made a more somber one called dear kids of afghanistan,

    because with george w bush in office… well, i feared they were in trouble.

    because the blogosphere was young and there were only about a million blogs (there are 200 million now),

    that photo essay got millions of clicks, my email in box exploded

    and this blog was suddenly on the map – in the saddest way possible.

    11 years later i still want the same thing.

    i want kids to be safe, i want politicians to be diplomats,

    and i want many of the same hippie ideals that my college friends somehow naturally knew.

    even though obama still has gitmo, and we’re still in afghanistan,

    for some reason the idea of terrorism, as it relates to america, seems to have dialed down with the death of OBL

    but i hope our collective desire to figure out what happened

    using all the little bits we do know

    never dies.

    and i hope we never stop listening to our moms.

  7. Sunday, April 1, 2012
  8. Friday, September 11, 2009

    eight years ago there was a small subset of bloggers 

    who utilized web cams

    it wasnt a live streaming cam show like it eventually became,

    most of these people would just snap a still image from their web cam and have that update on the blog.

    usually it was a little box, like the picture above.

    i had done photo essays using some of their cam stills in the past when talking about halloween or when one of the cam girls was signing off forever, so i knew to just go on the web and let the pictures tell the story.

    one of the little stories that this photo essay captures was that sometime on the day of 9/11 there became this buzz that everyone needs to donate blood. why that? weren’t all the people dead? i dont remember what the hoopla was about, but it was there.

    the busblog started a month before 9/11. its fascinating and unbelievable to think about what has happened in my life since that day – all the joy and pain and huge successes.

    which is why its equally mindblowing that a city like new york hasn’t totally rebuilt ground zero by now, and its totally disappointing that a country like the usa hasnt been able to get osama by now.

    the reward for getting osama is $27 million. but maybe it should be something else. somethng like how the Make a Wish foundation works. clearly $27 million isnt enough, so maybe offer something priceless: like a weekend as a guest at the playboy mansion, followed by a trip into space on the space shuttle.

    if valentines day is about thinking about love all day, and if Christmas is about thinking about holy stuff all day, maybe 9/11 should be about figuring out ways to catch osama bin laden.

    theres nothing worse than unfinished business.

    h/t netzoo

  9. Thursday, September 11, 2008

    sometimes i think the terrorists have won 

    sometimes i think about osama bin laden and i think if he was alive he’d be saying ha ha america via his audio tape or video tape. but then i think pretending hes dead is just naive. like elivs hes alive. if not in body, definitely in spirit.

    there are ugly holes where glory once stood. there are literal scars in our largest city. seven years later we have lost more than buildings and a few thousand innocent americans. we’ve lost more than i have ever experienced during my lifetime.

    and by we, i mean pretty much the whole globe. if new york city and the pentagon arent safe, in broad daylight, then who or what is safe?

    osama, if hes alive, appears safe. we wont even go into pakistan to “hunt him down”. we blew up mosques in iraq, whats so holy about pakistan?

    every year i obsess over this day and all that comes up are more questions. and really, what answers have come about since 9/11/07? have we learned nothing new? have our tax dollars really gone for nothing in a year, in two years, in three? what has the torture, the extradition, the waterboarding, the domestic spying, the international spying, the wars, the money, the “intelligence” gotten us in the last few years? every 9/11 they should tell us.

    in life, at work, at play, on tv, every now and then you might say “you know what, something sure seems fishy here. someone really isnt telling me something.” after 7 years they should start telling us stuff.

    and im a peaceful man, but if dude is really in pakistan, and if we know it, and if pakistan wont let us in, if indeed they are protecting and harboring the alleged mastermind behind all of what we think of when we think of this infamous date, then i say they open up the draft.

    a temporary draft.

    one where you can sign up for however long as you want to be over there. sorta like how radiohead charged whatever you wanted to pay for their new record. draft for as long as you can take it.

    and you go to boot camp, you learn all the things you have to learn, you get in shape, and you get flown over to the border of pakistan. you and the probably 5 million other yous that want to find this guy and like you were willing to join the temporary draft.

    and then on that certain date, everyone bum rushes pakistan and all 5 million start doing their thing. and i bet you one of two things happen. someone either turns him over or we find him in no time because if i go to hunt bin laden during a war, im warring. im pissed im not in LA, im pissed its been more than 7 years. im pissed but im focused. and ive come screaming for vengeance.

    and i bet there are fellow likeminded folk like me.

    but for some reason it seems like the decision makers of this country are perfectly content not to go where the real evil is. and that confuses me and makes me distrust. and when you distrust your own, then maybe evil has prevailed.

    for now.

    and that doesnt feel so great either.