So people always ask “Where were you when you found out ____ happened?” i.e. Kennedy was shot, Pearl Harbor was bombed.<\/p>\n
I was asleep in bed when I found out about the World Trade Center. The fact that my alarm clock was spouting talking and not music when I kept hitting it, a brief conversation by the guys collecting the trash outside my window… and Ken shouting in disbelief all made me think something was wrong. When Ken knocked on my door to tell me, I knew something was very wrong.<\/p>\n
It’s been a very emotional day. The CEO of our company sent out an email saying that anyone that wanted to go home was more than welcome to. We’ve been having one long conversation over the course of the work day, which unfortunately must go on, as we’re in the busiest week of the quarter for our department. The question that everyone should<\/i> be asking is not “What happened?” but “Why?”<\/p>\n
Why would someone do this? Terrorists cannot claim responsibility, as much as they want to, because they would be squashed like a bug. It seems the entire world (minus Palestine…) is appalled by this attack. Any counterstrike would probably get the approval, if not the participation, of most of the world’s countries. Of course, if no one claims responsibility, what was the point?<\/i> If no one knows who did it, what is the point of the terrorism?!<\/p>\n
And man, those Palestinians celebrating in the streets that America was finally attacked… I know we do some fairly evil things over there… but these children celebrating, do they even realize what they are celebrating? Do they realize that we are not a nation of evil people out to kill them? These were normal people who were killed and hurt in this act. And they dance in the street and hand out candy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
So people always ask “Where were you when you found out ____ happened?” i.e. Kennedy was shot, Pearl Harbor was bombed. I was asleep in bed when I found out about the World Trade Center. The fact that my alarm clock was spouting talking and not music when I kept hitting it, a brief conversation … <\/p>\n