I’m with you.Every once in a while I’ll find myself feeling some level of compassion for these”people”.Then I remember the poor folks jumping from the towers to escape the flames and I come back to reality.F the lot of them.
Every once in a while I’ll find myself feeling some level of compassion for these”people”.Then I remember the poor folks jumping from the towers to escape the flames
Didn’t they react to the attack by dancing in the streets and passing out candy?
And I was a witness. I saw the second tower in flames and then fall, from a classroom window. I saw the skies filled with fluttering white bits of xerox paper, which I first thought were birds until they started hitting my windshield. I saw the blackest of black smoke, which could only come from burning jet fuel, form a tilted column across the sky. And on the way home from school, I heard about the Pali-ogres cheering and passing around candy to celebrate. Turn Gaza into glass.