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And it looked to be that same kind of beautiful pre-Fall day in NY. It was such a contrast in images and feelings. I felt such a sadness and loss of security that day. It was a trauma for the whole nation.

For me, it has continued to be, and the psychic wound feels just as raw every year. My hatred for islam has not diminished. I can't imagine how wives, parents and children of our military who died or were maimed in that ungrateful muslim hellhole must feel.

And the Muslim Mass Murderers, or koranimals, my names of choice, have only increased their barbarism and two-legged animal brutality since 2001.
Wholesale humiliation leading to beheadings of a hundred or more "prisoners" at a time, hands tied behind their backs and not even a blindfold. Either having their throats slit, or if lucky, shot in the head.
Kidnapping and enslavement of young girls by the hundreds, after killing their parents and brothers.

Killing of young children by dumping them in vats of acid and forcing their parents to watch before they, in turn, are killed.
Slow drowning individually or in groups while locked in steel cages.
Dousing victims with gasoline and setting them on fire.
Throwing prisoners from the roofs of three or four story buildings.

A particular koranimal attraction seems to be beheadings, special serially, the more the more satisfaction derived by the group of animals. With children as young as 4 or 5 encouraged to watch, and "older" children of 11 or 12 encouraged to parade decapitated heads around the assembled crowds.
The decapitation of toddlers.

On Sept 11, 2001 I was late for work. I had been awake since 5:30 as a habit of chatting with friends in England before leaving for work. I was on line around 5:40 PDT and ten minutes later my friend in England suggested I turn on my TV and view something about an "airplane accident..." in New York, involving a building. I tuned to CNN. By 6 am it was clear that the building was a World Trade Center tower and apparently a very large aircraft.

I gathered some VHS tapes and fired up my recorder, and started recording. I would normally leave for work by 7:15, but not that day. I decided to be late for work and recorded, live, the second flight fly into the second tower. The most memorable line was "OMG! another aircraft has crashed into the second tower! What are the odds?"
I remember mumbling to myself, "By accident...? pretty much zero."

I was two hours late arriving at work that day, and most of the crew of 80 were gathered around TV sets when I arrived. I had left the VCR at home recording for 6 hours.

I ended up with 3 or 4 tapes, which I eventually stored in a closet, unseen to this day. Sunday, I will see if they still work. Fifteen years is a long time, and I will have to devise a way to watch them on what is now the ubiquitous "Big Screen," between now and Sunday. I plan to spend most of Sunday watching those unedited tapes for the first time since 2001.

Forget?
Not a chance!