A Black Feather, A poison pen...

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satan laughing spreads his wings, oh lord, yeah

i wasn't gonna say anything


really.


i was just gonna leave it alone...


fucking politicians turn what should have been something at least somewhat reserved and solemn into what amounted to little more than a campaign photo-opportunity replete with TV news crews and radio stations and F-16's doing a fly-by and 3,000 motorcycles


some of us avoided all the spectacle and goings-on as best as we could but it was hard not to peek out the window and see it all, they handed out flags and bumper-stickers with the slogan "Stay Brave Stay Free"


blah...


standing off to the side in mute contrast to this overly festive "commeemoration" event was something that even over time has lost none of it's impact on me... the anchor of the USS Aeizona


it would not have surprised me, in all of it's gauche ostentation if all of the crowd gathered in the plaza had been greeting each other with "Happy Hi-jacking Day!"


what should have been a time of quiet reflection instead just an excuse to publicly fluff the political hard-on this country's been sporting since the Cold War ended

11:30 p.m. - 2002-09-11

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