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Fumesucker Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Sep-10-10 09:34 PM
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‘The Night Before 9/11': a Holiday Poem
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By JACK STUEF
6:02 PM SEPTEMBER 10, 2010
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We realize that today is 9/11 Eve, and you are planning on spending your evening with friends and family in merriment. Sadly, this has become such a commercialized holiday, and it’s important to remember the little things that make 9/11 so special. The true meaning of 9/11 is that it handed George W. Bush a second term as president, and that’s easy to forget in the hustle and bustle of the season. Tonight, when you put your children to bed and they wait in fevered anticipation for that giant fat white-haired man, Dick Cheney, to come down the chimney and give them weapons, read them this simple poem.

The Night Before 9/11
Twas the night before 9/11, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, according to public statements by P. Goss.
The Abu Ghraib hoods were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Dick Cheney soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of dead Iraqi kids danced in their heads.
While mamma in her Snuggie, and I in my cap,
Role-played “Jessica Lynch getting rescued,” to which I do fap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from our camo sheets to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like an RPG,
Tore open the shutters and threw up my vodka Hi-C.

<snip>



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Booster Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Sep-10-10 09:44 PM
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1. Every Sept. 11th I repost a poem by the Plaid Adder: here it is.
WHAT DID YOU DO WHEN THE TOWERS CAME DOWN?

My mother was three when we won the world war,
And Kennedy died years before I was born.
I don't remember napalm or My Lai;
When the TV was on, my mom kept me away.
I never knew why people asked "Where were you...?"
Till I heard of the loss of the Challenger crew.
And now every September, we gather around,
And ask, "Where were you when the towers came down?
What did you do when the towers came down?"

"I went to work early--the 94th floor,
With my coffee in hand, and I knew I'd need more.
I hadn't been working for Cantor that long;
I was still terrified I would do something wrong.
Then the steel screamed in pain and the glass went to bits,
And I think I knew something below had been hit,
And the roaring of flame ate up all light and sound,
And I never knew when the towers came down.
I never knew when the towers came down."

"I jammed on my helmet and ran for the door;
And I thought, after all, I've survived it before,
We could not have known what we were running to meet
Till we jumped off the truck and we ran up the street
And saw jet fuel and steel burn and blacken the air,
And I only thought once, 'Christ, we're going in *there*?'
But we climbed toward the fire to beat the thing down--
And that's where we were when the towers came down.
That's what I did when the towers came down."

"There once was a place at the top of one tower
Where my husband washed dishes for eight bucks an hour.
When I heard, my throat closed till I thought I would choke,
And I ran out to fight through the panic and smoke.
I plastered up flyers, so people will know him,
And how, if they see him, to help him come home.
And I *knew* even then he would never be found--
But that's what I did when the towers came down.
And that's all I've done since the towers came down."

And the rest of us, who were not hurt very much,
Still woke the next day knowing we had been touched;
Still felt it unfair, as we learned of the toll,
That our lovers were safe, that our bodies were whole,
And from our helpless distances did what we could--
We gave to the funds or lined up to give blood,
And we wept as we stared at the wound in the ground,
And that's where we were when the towers came down.
That's what we did when the towers came down.

In September, in Texas, the sun still can scorch;
And while George clears the brush, and his wife sweeps the porch,
Maybe some afternoon all the Bush family
Will gather around in the shade of a tree,
And someone will mention that this was the day
That a bright morning sky brought disaster our way
And Jenna and Barbara will sit their dad down,
And ask, "Where were you when the towers came down?
What did you do when the towers came down?"

"I sat in a classroom and read to the kids,
Then I got on an airplane while Dick Cheney hid.
I preyed on their grief and I fanned people's fears,
And learned to brew oil from Americans' tears.
I stood up in the Capitol, armed with a lie,
And told grieving parents that more had to die.
And at nine every night I turned in and slept sound,
And that's what I did when the towers came down.
That's what I did when the towers came down."

For what it's worth,

The Plaid Adder

This poem has always been on my refrigerator door and it still is. For some reason it just moved me so much.
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Fumesucker Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Sep-10-10 09:49 PM
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3. I haven't seen Plaid Adder in a while...
Whatever happened to him?
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Booster Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Sep-10-10 10:00 PM
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6. I really don't know, but I hope she's happy and well whatever
she is doing right now. I really miss her posts as I know others do also.
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msanthrope Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Sep-10-10 09:48 PM
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2. I remember my friends and relatives that died that day. Ha fuckin' ha. n/t
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Fumesucker Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Sep-10-10 09:52 PM
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4. I'm sorry for your loss..
There really are no words that can make any difference so I won't try.

Apparently though you missed the irony of the poem, it wasn't written and I didn't post it to hurt anyone but rather to make a point of the way this anniversary has been hijacked by the media and the Republican party.

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msanthrope Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Sep-10-10 09:58 PM
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5. Do you think your hijacking is any better? Think your irony is smelted more pure?
Edited on Fri Sep-10-10 10:00 PM by msanthrope
Seriously.

This is what I was supposed to be doing that day. Clemens was supposed to win his 20th that night. And it was a fucking clear, gorgeous day.






Stop. It ain't funny.

Stop others. It ain't funny.
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Fumesucker Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Sep-10-10 10:06 PM
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7. I've lost almost my whole family myself..
Not at one time but by bits and pieces, dribs and drabs, here and there, I had to bury one on my fortieth birthday.

I didn't intend to cause pain to anyone, but at least I'm not trying to make a buck out of it like so many others are.

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msanthrope Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Sep-10-10 10:13 PM
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8. You are a decent person. So I know you will join
me in this thread, and recognize that for a very long time, some of us who lost people on 9/11 had to postpone their grief, and fight the good fight.

We fought, because that's what we had to do.

So it's raw for us.

I can't even speak to the shitbags Palin and Beck are...making money...but a friend of mine suggested something to me....

"Msanthrope, they had to go all the fucking way to Alaska to find someone to countenance this shit."

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