Wednesday 12 September 2012

The Wound is Still Raw, 11 Years On.

       "Sky of glory and sadness..."
                  -Bruce Springsteen

      *Parental discretion advised. Potty-mouthed anti-nutbar rant follows*

      Eleven years later, we remember:

      We saw it.

       We were horrified.

       We were galvanized.

        We were agog.


         We were activated.

         There is a subset of underintelligent, overtolerated, underachieving, overconnected shitcells who perpetuate theories that the attacks on 9/11 were either coordinated, condoned or instigated by the government of the day.....

And those assholes will gleefully point to dozens of underachieving failures who will desperately tap on their Pentium 3 laptops and run Lotus-based simulations built on the stale-dated modelling software they stole from the last job they were fired from to provide "proof".

To whom, and which, I offer three simple words:

Fuck.  Right.  Off..

Penn and Teller may have said it best here:

Or maybe my favourite cheesehead scientist, Steven Dutch, has effectively eviscerated the idiocy of the "Truthers" here:

In any fucked-up event,. here's the end result:

The boatlift brought tears to my eyes, and I am proud of the actions of my wetfoot comrades.

This is who we are.
This is what we do.
In the best of times.
In the worst of times.
We sail.

"Talk the Dock!"


  1. I think I am prouder of the working fellows who got most of an Atlantic's daily passenger jet traffic safely down in Gander (and everyone on those planes fed and bedded without fuss) than I am of the Dunkirk-type fording of the Hudson in one of the largest, richest cities in the world.

    I don't discount their efforts or their bravery: they didn't know if further attacks, or poison gas or even a nuke was going to follow, but what the Newfoundlanders did involved getting many thousands safely on the ground, too, and should also be celebrated, in my view.

    My views may be reflective of the stories I heard growing up from my father bombed out twice in the London Blitz, who then became an (illegally young) merchant seaman at the height of the U-boat wolf packs. I suppose the lottery win is that I am here to write this, given the appalling attrition my father saw at first hand. It's given me a somewhat tempered view on sudden tragedy, perhaps.

  2. A very large number of ordinary people did an extrodinary thing that day. I would not discount anyone for their efforts. People rose to the situation that they were presented with, either in the air, on the ground, on the water on in the towers.

    We should all be very proud of all the efforts of those that did what needed to be done that day.