The micromanagement, excluding families, forbidding religious, blaming Americans for thinking America was attacked that day, down playing Al Queda and what took place.
Add in unfinished buildings 10 years later, mammoth unemployment, an economy stuck in the mud and you have to ask, "Weren't these terrorists more successful than they could've dreamed?"
It leaves me seething when I think of it.
I will likely skip Obama's empty theatrics at Ground Zero and elsewhere, preferring to remember solemnly in a more private manner. Of course I'll be thinking of freepers BCM and BKO among others lost that day.
At my church next Sunday, which is the first Sunday for my weekly Sunday morning mass choir gathering, the choir that I am in will sing a special song called “That We May Heal”. Plus will light a candle with 3 wicks that night. Staying away from this nonsense which it has become in NYC.