Sunday, September 11, 2011

To the nineteen:

You learned ten years ago this day that the paradise you sought was a lie cut from whole cloth. It was not Jibraaiyl that welcomed you to the gates, but a humble boatman named Charon waiting to ferry you across the river Styx. His master had no virgins waiting for you, no tables set with milk and honey, no robes of silk or palaces of gold. The Prophet has abandoned and damned you. You are now in the domain of Maalik, guardian of hellfire, where you will remain forever. I wish you no peace.
From Paul Krugman . . .

. . . in the New York Times
What happened after 9/11 — and I think even people on the right know this, whether they admit it or not — was deeply shameful. Te atrocity should have been a unifying event, but instead it became a wedge issue. Fake heroes like Bernie Kerik, Rudy Giuliani, and, yes, George W. Bush raced to cash in on the horror. And then the attack was used to justify an unrelated war the neocons wanted to fight, for all the wrong reasons.

A lot of other people behaved badly. How many of our professional pundits — people who should have understood very well what was happening — took the easy way out, turning a blind eye to the corruption and lending their support to the hijacking of the atrocity?

The memory of 9/11 has been irrevocably poisoned; it has become an occasion for shame. And in its heart, the nation knows it.

I’m not going to allow comments on this post, for obvious reasons.
Mr. Krugman, the only thing shameful about 9-11 is that string of poisonous tripe quoted above.  And you're too cowardly to allow comments.