by Does anyone remember September 10th of last year? I don’t. It was just another day. Tomorrow marks the anniversary of the day my generation will remember until the end, like the day they killed JFK or MLK. At my office, there will be a moment of silence. During that minute, I will be thinking about the WTC towers collapsing as I gaped at the television, about the people on the doomed flight 93, and about what the deranged terrorist leaders might have in store for us during the day.
I’ll be hoping I’m right about them, that they, like cowering cockroaches, will be hiding in the dark, waiting for us to look away before scuttling out to wreak their religion-inspired havoc on innocent people. The government thinks somewhat differently and has the US on high alert, but I am confident in the cowardice of our foes: they will wait for another day to unleash their next scourge upon us. There is that much to take comfort in.
