I know those feelings! On Saturday afternoon, I had to go to Penn Station and while I was there, I saw so many of those anti-American freaks. Most of them seemed to be either slack-jawed kids or addled old people. There was one with a particularly vulgar and egregrious sign who sorely tempted me to drag him by his green mohawk down to the WTC site and rub his face in the dirt and dust there.
I was thorougly appalled when I saw some of them literally verbally abusing the National Guardsmen who are there to protect us! One menopausal hag was wagging her finger in one guy's face and screeching, and then two dopey kids went up to them and taunted them with crap like "If you're so big and tough, why aren't you in Iraq?" Grrr! I then went up to the Guardsmen and thanked them for all they do. I also told them not to pay any attention to these fools, as they don't live in NYC and don't understand what those of us who do live in the city know can happen.
Interestingly, a lot of the spoiled brat kids were on the train that I was taking out to Lawnguyland. You would think that having come in to the city to protest, they'd be all militant and fired up on the train home, but no. They were laughing, partying, gabbing on their cell phones, bopping around with their MP3 players, etc. It's like they were here just to be able to say that they were here.
It made me think of another LIRR ride I took -- on the night of September 11, 2001, something these sub-cretins will never understand.