Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Not that kind of prophet....

I won't pretend the article below is mine, merely the prelude.  They are just a few words by THE Good Doctor, Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, about an unforgettable moment in modern American history, penned and posted within 24 hours of the events of 9/11.  September 11, 2001 changed things for Americans and it changed 'em a lot, many ways in which the average citizen has no knowledge of or is willing to comprehend but the change is there none the less.  I'm not going to use words like 'forever'; a term thrown around pretty loosely these days by folks that can barely piece together a coherent thought about tragedies past that were going to be remembered and be a driving force for change in someone else's 'forever'.  We are still wet behind the ears, still a bit of a snot-nosed kid on the international block that happened to get an early growth spurt that's rocketed us into the role of the world's bodyguard / slightly learning-disabled bully.

     We'd love to think that 500 years from now, an unseasonably cool and beautiful day in the last stretch of summer that was torn open by a handful of guys looking like any other immigrant roommates who had a thing for Microsoft Flight Simulator and a few extra bills for some flying lessons in a Cessna at the local air park will still resonate deeply in the collective conscience of the American public, but I for one won't have my hard-earned money on it.  We'll still bring it up from time to time, usually around the dinner table when someone's kids learn about it in school and maybe even get a holiday out of it someday, but like all things this too shall pass and it will fade into the great ether to drift along side Lexington and Concorde, Pearl Harbor, Antietam, the Alamo.  That's how these things go and that's OK.  Our species locks these things in our storage shed and keeps drudging ever forward; never completely forgotten, just held in that space where we store all the little things that make us Americans.  We may still be a young punk in a world full of countries that measure their history in thousands of years, but everybody had to start somewhere and we're racking up a pretty good resume so far.  Now, without further ado ......



Fear & Loathing in America
By Hunter S. Thompson
an ESPN Page 2 column




It was just after dawn in Woody Creek, Colo., when the first plane hit the World Trade Center in New York City on Tuesday morning, and as usual I was writing about sports. But not for long. Football suddenly seemed irrelevant, compared to the scenes of destruction and utter devastation coming out of New York on TV.


Even ESPN was broadcasting war news. It was the worst disaster in the history of the United States, including Pearl Harbor, the San Francisco earthquake and probably the Battle of Antietam in 1862, when 23,000 were slaughtered in one day.

The Battle of the World Trade Center lasted about 99 minutes and cost 20,000 lives in two hours (according to unofficial estimates as of midnight Tuesday). The final numbers, including those from the supposedly impregnable Pentagon, across the Potomac River from Washington, likely will be higher. Anything that kills 300 trained firefighters in two hours is a world-class disaster.

And it was not even Bombs that caused this massive damage. No nuclear missiles were launched from any foreign soil, no enemy bombers flew over New York and Washington to rain death on innocent Americans. No. It was four commercial jetliners.


They were the first flights of the day from American and United Airlines, piloted by skilled and loyal U.S. citizens, and there was nothing suspicious about them when they took off from Newark, N.J., and Dulles in D.C. and Logan in Boston on routine cross-country flights to the West Coast with fully-loaded fuel tanks -- which would soon explode on impact and utterly destroy the world-famous Twin Towers of downtown Manhattan's World Trade Center. Boom! Boom! Just like that.

The towers are gone now, reduced to bloody rubble, along with all hopes for Peace in Our Time, in the United States or any other country. Make no mistake about it: We are At War now -- with somebody -- and we will stay At War with that mysterious Enemy for the rest of our lives.

It will be a Religious War, a sort of Christian Jihad, fueled by religious hatred and led by merciless fanatics on both sides. It will be guerilla warfare on a global scale, with no front lines and no identifiable enemy. Osama bin Laden may be a primitive "figurehead" -- or even dead, for all we know -- but whoever put those All-American jet planes loaded with All-American fuel into the Twin Towers and the Pentagon did it with chilling precision and accuracy. The second one was a dead-on bullseye. Straight into the middle of the skyscraper.

Nothing -- even George Bush's $350 billion "Star Wars" missile defense system -- could have prevented Tuesday's attack, and it cost next to nothing to pull off. Fewer than 20 unarmed Suicide soldiers from some apparently primitive country somewhere on the other side of the world took out the World Trade Center and half the Pentagon with three quick and costless strikes on one day. The efficiency of it was terrifying.

We are going to punish somebody for this attack, but just who or what will be blown to smithereens for it is hard to say. Maybe Afghanistan, maybe Pakistan or Iraq, or possibly all three at once. Who knows? Not even the Generals in what remains of the Pentagon or the New York papers calling for WAR seem to know who did it or where to look for them.

This is going to be a very expensive war, and Victory is not guaranteed -- for anyone, and certainly not for anyone as baffled as George W. Bush. All he knows is that his father started the war a long time ago, and that he, the goofy child-President, has been chosen by Fate and the global Oil industry to finish it Now. He will declare a National Security Emergency and clamp down Hard on Everybody, no matter where they live or why. If the guilty won't hold up their hands and confess, he and the Generals will ferret them out by force.

Good luck. He is in for a profoundly difficult job -- armed as he is with no credible Military Intelligence, no witnesses and only the ghost of Bin Laden to blame for the tragedy.

OK. It is 24 hours later now, and we are not getting much information about the Five Ws of this thing.

The numbers out of the Pentagon are baffling, as if Military Censorship has already been imposed on the media. It is ominous. The only news on TV comes from weeping victims and ignorant speculators.

The lid is on. Loose Lips Sink Ships. Don't say anything that might give aid to The Enemy.

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