Seven Years

I'm mourning today. September 11th brings forth nothing but sadness for me. No national pride. No sense of 'for the greater good.' No fond remembrance of that brief surge of national unity. Just sadness.

I have a myriad of thoughts and emotions about that day, but the most prevalent is sadness for our national loss - our national loss of freedom. Think of all the freedom we've lost in the last seven years under the guise of 'security'. Now they can label you a domestic terrorist and deny you due process. Now they're watching at every turn, and they don't even hide it. Our airports have turned into cattle processing freedom-free zones where any hint of due process, rights, and personal dignity are utterly lost. We've been told to accept the cold loss of liberty as "the reality of the post-September 11th world." And the damned sheeple welcome it.

Have you seen any hope of it getting any better? Me neither. And I think it is a hell of a way to memorialize almost three thousand dead Americans - a hell of a way to mark their graves.