I couldn’t let the day pass without some reflections on what this day meant to me and my evolution as a person. For some reason it sounds like a freaking school essay. You know I was rather complacent when it happened. I was dealing with a whole lot of stuff and this just shocked me out of my complacency. I first heard about talking on the phone to Cami and when she told me a plane flew into the towers I at first thought she meant a little Cessna or something. It was only after I saw the second tower fall that it really hit me. I remember after it for days all HWKDD and I did was watch the news. I knew then that he would reenlist. I had said for a while WWIII/IV would start in the middle east but I was mostly just talking about my ass in that coffee house discussing everything way. So if those assholes hadn’t felt the need to murder 3000+ people then today I would not be anxiously waiting for my fantastic husband to come home from the sandbox. Perhaps I’m being totally self-absorbed and such but anyone who knows me knows that is not the case. I fully support the war against islamo-fascists. I just find myself overwhelmed with concern for HWKDD. I guess I just wish it wasn’t necessary. I just wish they could have a live and let live attitude and yet I know its not possible, its not that they hate us because of Israel so much as they hate life. Or rather the things I think of as life. And I hate to think of all the women being oppressed over there. Maybe I’m just being an asshole pushing my values on them but I find it hard to believe that anyone wants to live in a society where they execute women who defend themselves from rapists. Or anyplace where honor killings are accepted and culturally necessary.
