Sunday, May 1, 2011

The eve of something

I was 18 when it happened. Almost a dozen of us crowded into a residence room. We saw the towers falling live on this cheap TV set.

That night the residence's atmosphere was strange. Charged. Some took a ghoulish relish (we were so young). Not in the deaths that'd happened, but in the soon-to-comes. "It's world war three!" Eyes shining.

And now tonight I see people crow about a blood vendetta fulfilled.

bin Laden wasn't the Borg Queen. The things that create terrorists (poverty, oppression, etc) are still at large in the world. We have a head on a pike.

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