The Eleven(slight refrain)

Temerity will not be the word for my day. Nor will I want from a cynical bowl of 'told ya so's'. No. This 9/11, I will observe a silence of the words, I hope, which usually issue freely from my addled warped mind that sees this anniversary much different than most Americans. Mine prefers to look back to the day before, when we were so much more the innocent kind of blind. Mental reminders not to react to the many gushings of the greatness, the hurt, the heroic, with caustic blitherings of the monsters we've become. The points I have to make, and of which I am correct regarding our collective path towards doom will not find purchase among the threads and conversations with friends. I hope. (repeat)