It’s already the year 2011, which means that we’re only 9 months away from the 10 year anniversary of the attacks on the world trade center.  For a lot of us, 9-11 is our Kennedy assassination; meaning that we all remember where we were when we heard the news.  I, for one, was working for the housing department at the Evergreen State College and, both coincidentally and inappropriately, listening to “You Dropped A Bomb on Me” by the Gap Band.  After the shock subsided, that’s when the country began losing their goddamn minds.  It’s been almost a fucking decade already and, within that time frame, the American people have transformed from a savage pack of wolves, thirsty for the blood of any brown person they could locate, into a country that is thirsty for the blood of the black man that they elected for President, because he hasn’t worked fast enough to taper down the inertia that was push-started by that, aforementioned, original thirst for blood.  Oh, America.  Remember that time, when we had a new collective anger that was fresh and clear?  We didn’t just have to be disgruntled in our usual, personal ways, or even complain about our government anymore.  Sure, we hate our families, but they’re OUR families and no outsiders were gonna tell us what’s what, or give us the what for.  We were together on something… a team, if you will.  All of us!  Everyone!  That is…  except for people like myself, of course, who are clearly some sort of nondescript ethnicity that recklessly refuses to shave regularly.  Throughout the two-thousand-oughts, however, everything has slowly become muddled up, as usual, and we all hate the government again and, of course, each other.  It’s pretty much just like it used to be, except that less people have jobs, privacy rights, or even their lives.  We do have a lot more gadgets, though, and I have a pretty strong feeling that, if you really did some honest research, we wouldn’t choose to have it any other way.  Yep, it’s pretty much the same and it’s clear as all get out that no single tragedy, no matter how large or catastrophic, will likely ever capsize our chosen way of life.  There’s actually a beauty to that, otherwise depressing, reality–I think.  Yep, it’s pretty much the same, and one thing that continues to ring true is our blind pride and baseless dislike for anyone that we get the feeling thinks that they are better than us.  I’m not talking about Al Qaeda; there’s no question that whole situation is all terribly fucked.  I, of course, am referring to none other than the French. Read the rest of this entry →