Silicon Investor (SI) -- The First Internet Community

STOCKTALK

We've detected that you're using an ad content blocking browser plug-in or feature. Ads provide a critical source of revenue to the continued operation of Silicon Investor. We ask that you disable ad blocking while on Silicon Investor in the best interests of our community. If you are not using an ad blocker but are still receiving this message, make sure your browser's tracking protection is set to the 'standard' level.

Strategies & Market Trends : Mu Gamma Lambda -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Jorj X Mckie who wrote (6628)	9/13/2001 2:01:51 PM
From: Doppler	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 10077

I found this on another thread. A must read IMO from a 2 time Pulitzer Prize winning author. theage.com.au

To: Jorj X Mckie who wrote (6628)	9/13/2001 2:19:08 PM
From: Original Mad Dog	Respond to of 10077

Well said, jxm. I have an idea. What if a memorial were started, somewhere on the Net. Where remembrances, the life story, of each and every one of the victims could be told to the world? How powerful would that be?

To: Jorj X Mckie who wrote (6628)	9/13/2001 2:39:35 PM
From: Rich1	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 10077

Remember this face... thesun.co.uk

To: Jorj X Mckie who wrote (6628)	9/14/2001 10:49:03 AM
From: Don Pueblo	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 10077

You speak the truth, my friend. For me, sitting in a chair a thousand miles away, the numbness from the first visual images lingers still. What I did to grasp the enormity was exactly what you did. The event is so big, and so evil, that we are forced by it to look at the exact same things we look at every day - only now things are different. I first had to go outside and walk around and observe no noises or explosions or sirens. When I came back to my chair, the same visual images were there on the television. This is not a bad dream of some kind. It is real. Suddenly, I realized that my brother could have been in Washington. His office is across the street from the Pentagon. I could not get through to him at work or at home. All circuits are busy. His cell phone same thing. I was frustrated. I was on hold. Certainly he was fine. Certainly he could not possibly have been across the street at 9:30 or whenever it was he could not have been there. Then one of the towers goes down fast. Like the Discovery Channel How Demolitions Inc. Demolishes a Very Tall Building. Except it's a five alarm fire in New York City. I know that a five alarm fire brings every fire truck and every firefighter that can get there some time today the sooner the better. Good people that showed up for work, firefighters, and cops. Cheese and crackers. On television in real time, thousands of good people are losing their freedom and their lives. My mind turned to other people like me. Others that were on hold. Then I thought of the people that were dead. I suddenly realized that if there were 50,000 people that worked in those buildings, and 10,000 that wandered through every day, and no reports of tens of thousands of people escaping...my god. This is the worst criminal act ever committed on the United States of America. It's on television, I am sitting here in my chair watching tens of thousands of American civilians die in real time. Just up the road from me. Across the street from my brother. Now I am glad I am sitting down. I'm staggered. For a moment, I feel just a slight dizziness, even though I just took a walk. Who did it? Who would do such a thing? Gotta be religious fanatics. World Trade Center. Gotta be that Islamic dude Ben Laden. This must be much, much bigger than I had thought. I had not thought about this before. Suicide bombers. Trucks full of high explosive. Commercial airliners as guided missiles. Kill the crew right up front, everyone else stays nice and calm. It's evil in good focus. I start to realize what it is, I think maybe. The planet is changed now. The borders are now different. The line for the Ride To Hell is now moved down to Virginia and over to Chicago. I see the President. He says exactly what I wanted to hear from him. He is not happy. He looks like he is holding some emotion back so he does not give the enemy a complete picture of what he is thinking or planning. Now I am able to see my fear. I don't think of myself. I think of others who are at the other end of the freeway or across the bridge. It is evil. The forces that did this are the definition of evil. It's a corner in history. The last one like this was sixty years ago. Before I was born. My mom and dad told me stories about it. My dad got real fucked up one day when he had some trouble while moving through a jungle on some island with a funny name on the other side of the map of the world. My mom was a nurse. They met in San Francisco the day my dad made it back from the jungle trip. Things were pretty good after that. No army guys, no guns, no bombs going off at the restaurant, no jets flying over and fighting, no rockets. Pretty good, up to right now, all things considered. That shit is over, it looks like. Which street do I walk down on this corner of history? Whose side am I on? What do I do? I should give something. Blood. I can do that. So I do that. It's us and our families. Like those other people and their families. Americans. It's all of us. Like a family only bigger. The whole planet. All of us. Everyone who doesn't agree with the concept of someone who has a very strong determination to - using whatever means available - murder as many of us as possible until we are all dead and the planet is returned to the 12th century when this all started and those old guys thought they won. It's not some religion or some country or some hair style or some shoes. Not for them, not for us. This is the 60 year alarm. The bad dudes have made a very serious mistake. They don't know it yet. The United States of America is in a position to lead the cleanup of this mess for good. With the good friends that decide to go with us. Against the bad guys who make the wrong career decision as of September 11, 2001. That's the side we are on now. It's a war. No question. Anyone who fails to see what has changed is missing the Important Message in Large Print. I get through to my brother. He used to be on a submarine. Now he works for a company that does work for the federal government. He was not across the street from where the plane hit. He was out with a client playing golf, miles away. He's fine. How am I? I'm fine. Yeah it's a bad day for the country. Yeah, the kids are fine. Yeah, everyone is fine. Not so good for some people he knows. They are dead. Everyone on the planet has a direct family tie to someone that died on Tuesday. So now, we move on to the next corner. I think maybe I'll be around to see it. I think it will probably be a little bit less secure and a little more security in this country, a little more secure and less security in some other countries, and a bunch of missing bad guys. In fact, I'm actually very confident that will be what happens if we have anything to do about it.