Very true. But this sentiment is about as popular as breaking wind in a stalled elevator.
This is modern America. Expressions of bereavement are now as lightly donned as any other fashionable item, but held in place by the firm glue of riteous indignation. To suggest one remove it is to invite the wrath we pretend we're saving for the terrorists.
I can tell you one thing. September 11 was the worst thing that ever happened in my lifetime. I'm not a drippy , showy sentimentalist, and I know what this writer means.
But September 11 horrified me in a way I didn't imagine before. The thought that 3,000 Americans were slaughtered and that I and my family might well be next was not some pop phenomenon to me. I laughed at nothing for three weeks, and I laugh every day.
I grieved in a real way, not for some pop pseudo-celebrity, but for the fact that the largest wholesale murder of U.S. citizens in the history of our country had happened in my lifetime, and that the future was very uncertain.
I resent the hell out of this author's pompous, condescending presumption that those who were not directly related to those killed in the towers are not bereaved.
Who in the hell does he think he is?
My nomination for Quote of the Day....