i think i was eather 5 or 6 years old that day. i was at my grand-parents house watching tom&jerry (or was it bugs bunny) when i heard "oh my god" from the living room, i went out and asked what was wrong, i didnt get an explination so i looked at the tv (couldnt read yet) and saw what looked like a fountain at the time (of course i had been watching tv for 7 hours) so i just didnt know what to think of it and wemt back to watch some more cartoons. i guess i payed for it since i cant see further than i can reach. i would feel bad now ,but out of neccecity (and stupidity) i have shaped myself into a being who cannot feel true sadness.
and so goes another piece of my soul, wishing all the more i could cry for something other than physical pain which unfortunatly isnt much more than a 'oh, i got punched in the gut, oh well' now.
(you may now begin smiting me)
(or pitying me)
EDIT:heh i was just kidding about being heartless, but what a better way to get some smites than saying you are.
anyway i know 9-11 was pretty bad and we should mourn the people who died, but we should celebrate too. why? because we killed the guy who was behind it all and avenged those who were wrongly killed. whoever the terrorist were worshiping it defenatly wasnt a god, i should know because i know some muslim people and from what i heard about their allah (is that spelled right) thats not what he would have wanted. but enough religious talk were here to raise our flags and fire our guns in the name of freedom, our freedom to have said guns and wave said flags and then have your neighbors complain that your being to loud, for that is the american dream.