This brings back the horrible memories of that day. How I saw, from a third floor classroom window in Brooklyn, the second tower wreathed in flames, and then fall. How I grabbed my colleague Maria, and she grabbed me, and we hugged one another as if to break each others' bones. We knew we had just seen thousands of people die. How I walked around for the rest of the day with twin rivulets streaming endlessly from my eyes, unable to believe what I had seen. How a dean had stupidly criticized me for weeping, as "it might upset the students". I told him politely to go to hell. How I was a human being who had just witnessed mass murder, and I would weep if I wanted to. Maybe some of the students would weep as well. The drive home, with what I thought to be seagulls fluttering through the sky, but found out was xerox paper from the sundered buildings when some hit my windshield. The blackest of black smoke, surely straight from Hell, forming a column at 45 degrees, black as only burning jet fuel can be.
It was all so surreal.
I learned everything about Muzzlimes that I needed to know on that day . Too bad the libtards like Pelosi, Schumer, DeDumDum, etc. failed that lesson.