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I guess seeing the deaths of almot 3,000 people. seeing people jump from the top floors of the World Trade Centers was “fun” it you weren’t there. I call it utter fucking shit, but that’s just me. :eek:
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I agree with every single thing you have said in here, Annie. Allow me to expand a wee tad.
Fun? Let’s examine your idea of fun, shall we? When the Madrid bombings happened, this is what went down afterwards. ( yes. Madrid. In Spain. Where God smiles upon the only worthy humans on the face of the earth, according to you. Asshole.
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To clean up afterwards meant that people had to walk around and pick up pieces of other people. Some were huge and recognizable. Some were small shredded bits of human flesh, covered with dust and grime.
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The ground, which was soaked in places with blood, brains and other bodily fluids ( of Spaniards- imagine ??!!!??!! ) had to be cleansed.
We’re not even close to the World Trade Centers, which on your open-ended Richter Scale of Amusing apparently hit a 9.95.
I will give you a little window into it, shit for brains. I was there. On the morning of September 12th, exactly 6 years ago right now, I was walking down West Street with other EMT’s, Paramedics, Dr’s and Surgeons. We’d been sent to work at the on-side aid station that was being set up. We were sent down in a bus, and let out a block or two north. We walked down to the corner. It was as you all have seen.
Here’s the part that I know will just drive you into paroxysms of hilarity, my sadly misguided Spaniard friend.
It was like there’d been a blizzard in September. I wore sneakers under my jumpsuit. My new compadres and I heard that there were no medical personnel at South Ferry Terminal, which was the south-side Triage area. We walked through the Amex building, through the Winter Garden ( whose ceiling collapsed less than 3 hours later ). We exited and walked down to the Ferry.
Thick drifts of grayish material were everywhere. Up against the buildings, in the street. When you pulverize millions of square feet of sheetrock and burst water tanks ( there were many holding tanks to help with pressure in the buildings ), you get that kind of gray snow.
I looked down a lot as I walked. Do you know what I was walking through? Do you know what drifted through lower Manhattan for days and weeks? Not just sheetrock, my amused little pal.
The pulverized bodies of almost 3,000 humans. The unborn babies. The lives torn to pieces then crushed and blended in mere seconds and spewed out into the crisp air, reeking of damp Jet-A fuel and death and smoke.
You can hate Americans as much as you wish, that’s your right. What you can never do is convince any sentient feeling humane human being on this Board, or anywhere else, that the point of view that takes the violent demolition of human beings and skews it as “fun” is an acceptable way to view the world.
You may be a Doper but you sure are not a member of the human race.
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