I got a note yesterday from the people who are still in my old line of business. They have had a solemn ceremony commemorating the murder of some comrades in the 9/11 attacks.
The tenth anniversary was last year, one with all the bells-and-whistles, but this one will be down-sized. I guess it is time. The plan is go with a big deal every five years, inviting the families and such, and I am on-board with that. The next big deal will be in 2016.
I wonder where we are all going to be then. The officer who announced the change, in consultation with the leadership that was in place at the time of the attack, will be gone and probably retired. I will likely be on social security, or bitching about the lack of it.
Like Mac says, he only celebrates the birthdays that are divisible by Prime Numbers that are not three.
We need formulas. They keep us sane.
Or they can keep us nuts. I, suppose. One of my pals who does daily blogs about the madness of politics and the corruption of our Republic couldn’t bring himself to do anything except write about the bear infestation on his mountain.
I was trying to avoid thinking about politics, and then got to thinking about 9/11 and all that came after it, and the kids we have lost and the kids who have been maimed. Then I could not string a paragraph together without thinking of them, and all those who are out there trying to keep us safe.
One of the things that scumbag bin Laden used to boast about was that he was going to bankrupt us just like the Mujahedeen did to the Soviets.
I look around and think that he lucked out on that prediction, or maybe we lucked out and at least we shot him before it all fell apart. At least he will never know if he was right.
We will.
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