[quote]Beef wrote:
You’re right. They aren’t exactly the same thing, but I believe the second video’s intent isn’t to actually make fun of 9/11 but to remind you of how easily your emotions can be easily manipulated by putting together images and music the same way.[/quote]
You are a sick fuck. As a father, or hell, as a human being, I don’t quite get this. So you are saying that if you had a video of one of your loved ones being killed in a violent way (say a hidden camera captured the rape and murder of a loved one), you could simply put some silly music to it, and suddenly the shit would be funny?
FUCK YOU
I am a child of the late '70’s and I grew up thinking and knowing that we were the strongest, and best nation in the world.
My father served in Vietnam, and my Grandfather was in the Navy and fought in WWII. They made sure I knew and respected what this country stands for, and the sacrifices that have been made so that I can freely sit here and express my opinion.
Amazingly, my (naive) belief about us being untouchable pretty much held strong until 9/11. Sure, there were some sick people who did somee terrible things (OK City bombing, etc) but I have to tell you, that day shook me to the fucking core. My entire sense of security was destroyed.
I was recently married and was planning on having a family. I started questioning what kind of world I was going to be bringing children into. Sure, terrible things happen everyday here, but now we are subject to random and horrible attacks by outside organizations?
And I wasn’t even close to the attacks. I was sitting in Phoenix, AZ that morning. I can’t imagine what is was like being over there that morning. A fucking nightmare I’m sure.
I choose to remember and not to “get over it” for the following reasons:
- There are families who lost loved ones early for no reason.
- The little kids who have no mommy and daddy anymore. By remembering their fallen parents, I remember them, and the hellhole that they are dealing with.
- Those brave people who went into that building like they do everytime shit hits the fan. I don’t have the balls to do it. They do. They deserve to be remembered, because of what they did, and what their colleagues to every day. They save people who need it, and then at the end of the day, say “I’m just doing my job. I’m not a hero.”
- And finally, I choose to remember it, because I want to teach my girls that contrary to what I believed growing up, that we aren’t untouchable. Today could be the day that some crazy bastards fly into a building or set off a dirty bomb or whatever. You just never know.
So there you go. Thanks, and please kindly go fuck yourself (and record it with funny music) and please never tell me how to deal with my emotions again.
Fucking bastard.
