September 11, 2007
9-11-20XX
Now that you've finished your pukesies over my last post, I was in an all day meeting today, just like six years ago. Meetings aren't uncommon, of course, but all day affairs are.
I remember being in the boardroom six years ago when the secretary came in and told the CEO a plane had crashed into the first tower. We went into the operations center and watched the CNN feed on the plasma screen for a few minutes. Reconvened the meeting. Cancelled it for good when the secretary came back in the boardroom and said, uh, another plane hit. Kind of fucked the whole accident scenario.
So today was ugly. Especially since those Muzzie bastards had promised a "special gift" for today. So I kept getting up from a training seminar, and sticking my head out of the door. "Yo, what news?" I'd ask the receptionist. She finally told the trainer at lunch that I was giving her the creeps, so they asked me to stop.
What? I like to be informed. What if those rotten bastards had attacked again? What would I tell the grandchildren when they asked "Where were you, Velocipop, when the Statue of Liberty exploded?"
"Why," I'd say, "I was watching a 93 year old Chester Karrass tell me I had to spin somebody's flywheel to make them happy on a video, that's where, you little whippersnapper!" I'd snarl. "History passed me by because of a receptionist with loose bowels. Now give your Velicopop the secret pipe he showed you. The one with the gooey black rock in it."
One must avoid such eventualities at all costs, I say.
So true. I was working in a news room that day, and I saw hardened hard asses with mouths agape as the towers came down, one after the other. ATL and the CDC lab in particular were mentioned as a possible Day 1 target. Sick nausea was an undercurrent for weeks. I hope we learned something that day, but I fear it was the wrong lesson. We all have less security than we had then, less privacy; illegals are cocky, the Zapatistas kicked it over in Mehico to tweak OPEC. Dig it, from Hugo to Osama it's one big flaming evil nihilist circle jerk. I think The Base will wait until New Year's Eve. More dramatic on the Roman calender than a Ramadan harbinger, all in all. I'll stay in on that night. Happy Rosh Hoshanah in the meanwhilst, yo.
Posted by: rankin' rob at September 11, 2007 8:34 PMI remember that day so well too. I work at Dulles and I remember going out to smoke a fag that morning and I saw one of the K9s walking by. I asked "Hows it going" and they responded "Too Quiet" and kept on going.
I've quit smoking and talking to Cops.
Posted by: JohnB at September 12, 2007 6:37 AM