I have avoided the media onslaught that is the news today. Not in a "hide my head in the sand like an ostrich" kind of thing, just because I would not find it soothing or comforting in any way. Also, I have no need for my son to see the images of the planes hitting the Towers again, and thinking that it was just happening today. He can just keep playing his Gamecube and be none the worse for wear.
Some of the things that bother me today, aside from the crass media, are:
First, the fact that President Bush proclaimed today "Patriot Day". As a matter of semantics, I would say that the soldiers fighting overseas are more fittingly described as "patriots" than the unfortunate people who went to work that day to earn a living to support their families.
And, secondly, we already have a "Patriot's Day" here in the United States, and it is observed the Third Monday in April in the Northeastern States, but I guess without the "'s" it is completely a different thing and the Administration couldn't be bothered to come up with something original. Sorry, I just think that President Bush is alot more about the sound-bites than the substance of them.
Anyway, I have to agree with the sentiment of the widow who's husband was in one of the Towers. She had never went in front of Congress, nor to the media after the attack, she was just trying to get on with some semblence of her life without the glare of the media. When she was contacted by a reporter who asked her if she wanted today to be declared a national holiday, she said that she absolutely did not want that - she didn't want her kids growing up (without their father) and shopping at the malls at the 9-11 sales - to which I completely understand and agree with. It seems like we do not take holidays seriously or solemnly anymore, and this would be no exception.
And speaking of commercialism of this day, I'm sorry, Beau, but Hallmark has already been there, made money off of that.
It all just makes my head swim today - confusing the emotions and swinging them back and forth from anger to sadness to just, well, nothing. So, as strange as it is, no news or live tv for me today. Thank goodness for my Tivo.
In case you ever wondered what to get a psychotic, penis-hiding, naked-dancing killer for his birthday, you could always check out his wish list for some ideas.
If I were to be flying out of town to tape a game show, this is where I would be saying that I am out of here and to send good thoughts my way for the next couple of days; all shitty thoughts can be resumed when regular programming starts again on Friday.
If I was, of course. Heh.