Too Many Flags


I saw all of the flags this morning on Delaware Avenue in Buffalo. Each flag representing a life lost on September 11, 2001.

Ten years. Good God it's been ten years already.

And it still makes me sick.

Lately I've been reading a lot about people who've been directly impacted. We all were there in one way or another, but I'm talking about the husbands who lost wives or the women who lost their husbands.

They have all started over somehow. Most of the recounting of that day's events are enough to make your stomach turn. People speaking of how they never really found their loved ones.

Sickening for sure.

And the other day Jessie Ventura was on the radio telling me that it was all planned out. That the government knew about it. That they didn't bother to stop it. That all those lives lost were collateral damage so that we could further a sinister agenda.

That's so sick that it scares me more than anything else.

And I hope that it just can't be true. There won't be any messages from Bin Laden this year, unless he sends a water message from down in the Atlantic.

And some people don't believe he is really dead.

And all of it is enough to make your head spin, and none of it really matters.

What matters are those flags.

The lives cut short. The lives still impacted by such a horrible event that is now ten years in the rear view mirror.

Some people say that it can still happen...and that it may be even more catastrophic next time.

Never forget?

Of course not...it's too sickening.

May there be peace.

Everywhere.

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