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  Holy Shit - It's 911

11 September 2001

12:54 PM: I had no clue. I was up until nearly 7 AM watching Unbreakable. At first I thought that Yahoo's front door had been hacked. I guess not. And the stupid thing is, all I can think about is that dumb Tom Clancy book, where he has the disgruntled Japanese pilot crash a 747 into the Capitol...

The World Trade Center is GONE?????? It doesn't seem real. But I got an email from my friend Amelia who lives back there, and from the sound of it she won't have any trouble believing it's real. She said they could see the smoke from 25 miles away. Jesus.

2:11 PM: This is fucking ridiculous. They've closed our offices! Hello, entire continent away? Overreact much?

4:54 PM: There's nothing more to be said, really, about the horror of watching the World Trade Center crumble like that.

But that's not going to stop people from saying it anyway. Over and over and over. Everybody will want to get in on it. That's why they've closed our offices here in San Francisco - so they can feel like something is happening to them, too. Every cause and crank and plan and fool scheme that our noble solons in Washington can get their staffs to churn out over the next few days is going to be hitched to the wagon of The Day Of Infamy, Part II - and this time, it's personal.

I think I fear the mental breakdown that's coming in this country a lot more than I fear international terrorism.

4:59 PM: Americans, never fear! President Deer-In-Lights is here!

And from the people who brought you The War on Drugs, it's The War On Terrorism. Which will probably both boil down to the same thing - The War On People Who Aren't Like Us...

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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