September 22nd, 2001


(no subject)


you are an ordinary guy, but your dad happens to have been president, so you land a job as the governor of your home state. a pretty soft position, your powers are limited, so your responsibility level is limited. suddenly, because you were named after your father, you are "drafted" to run for president. you never expect to win. maybe you secretly hope you won't. but money pours in like investors chasing tech stocks in 1999. you win.

at first, it seems like a pretty good gig. everything seems to be going your way.

and then...

two planes crash into the world trade center and the pentagon, killing thousands. you suffer all the horror, pain, loss, terror, and anger that everyone witnessing it did. then... you remember that you and only you must make all the ultimate decisions, and take responsibility for the consequences of what you choose to do or not to do, in response to this horror.

maybe it is better that we have a president who has not craved that power his whole life.

i admire president bush for his ability to stand up in the face of this. i could not.

i thank him and all those making decisions of monumental importance right now. i could not do that job, and someone must.

thank you pigue for the post that gave me this perspective.

most appropriate lyrics from mr peter gabriel

from the City of Angels soundtrack

It was only one hour ago
It was all so different then
Nothing yet has really sunk in
Looks like it always did
This flesh and bone
Is just the way that we are tied in
But there's no one home

I grieve for you
And you leave me

So hard to move on
Still loving what's gone
Say life carries on
Carries on and on and on and on

The news that truly shocks
Is the empty, empty page
While the final rattle rocks
Its empty, empty cage
And I can't handle this

I grieve for you
You leave me

Let it out and move on
Missing what's gone
Say life carries on
Say life carries on and on and on

Life carries on in the people I meet
In everyone that's out on the street
In all the dogs and cats
In the flies and rats
In the rod and the rust
In the ashes and the dust
Life carries on and on and on and on
Life carries on and on and on
Life carries on and on and on and on
Life carries on and on and on
Just the car that we ride in
The home we reside in
The face that we hide in
The way we are tied in
As life carries on and on and on and on
Life carries on and on and on

Did I dream this belief
Or did I believe this dream
Now I will find relief

I grieve