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Mourning Mornings

It’s a morning at the office, just like any other morning.  I walked in, dumped my lunch in the fridge and filled four pots of coffee (over half an hour).

I’ve put up some nice bloody handprint stickons on my white board (they are made of the same stuff those stick hand things are)

It’s september 11, the day the laughter died.  So you know, I’m watching all the footage and feeling bad again, it still makes me twinge up with anger at middle eastern people when I watch the footage (which is what I’m being conditioned to feel I guess) but I always end up at the same place. How did this happen in the country where more money is spent on the military than health care and education?

Like the Gulf of Tonkin I’m sure that history will not be kind to this date.

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