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JWR 2.27 - Though the Rubble
So I was thrilled to see that they were going to show SmackDown tonight. I wanted to get away from the news. But I was also curious as to see how they were going to handle, reflect and acknowledge the plane attacks. They made very clear that wrestling is entertainment and in the matches you could tell that many of them were having a tough time, mainly going through the motions of the action in the ring. On any given broadcast about half the time is devoted to wrestling and the other half is taken up with interviews and story line. When the picture came on, the sell-out crowd broadcast live from Houston chanted ďU.S.A.Ē The president of the WWF made a short speech and then, after the intro music, every wrestler in the building came out and stood facing the ring. The National Anthem was sung and afterwards, Lillian Garcia (no relation to Zach) who sang began crying at the overwhelming response from the crowd.
Now, the National Anthem is sung before all wrestling events, itís just not televised. Itís an important thing that is was tonight.
In addition, instead of interviews and story line, a couple hours or so before the broadcast, impromptu monologues were filmed where a large number of the wrestlers and other affiliated persons recorded their thoughts. A lot of the same thoughts and wishes were portrayed, but one of the two things that struck me was how many of them ceased being a character and began tearing up or crying. I thought it was the most important part of the broadcast, or possibly the second most important right behind a sold out 13,000+ person public gathering just two days after the largest terrorist attack in the US or probably the world--you all know me and facts, we parted ways like Christianity and Judaism.
The second thing that struck me was the number of times that I teared up watching and hearing the people I see weekly shedding fake exteriors and letting their true feelings show for a rare moment. I need to cry. I have yet to. Iíll just have to lock myself in my room. This is no Aerosmith concert. Theyíre not playing ďI Donít Want to Miss A ThingĒ here. But I still feel rather uncomfortable doing it.
Other than that, The Rock was very funny tonight in the ring after it seemed like he was ready to cry during his monologue.
It was nice to tear myself away from the news for a while. I try to listen to music at work instead of the news--little of which is new major news. I think we have to get that the major part of it is over. The terrorists have done their thing. Thatís the thing about terrorists. Usually their acts are so isolated. I believe a four pronged attack is very rare and it must have stretched their resources and resolve very far.
My biggest fear that it was going to keep coming. Planes crashing into the Sears Tower or into Soldier Field on Sunday--scratch that. Letís choose a place where people were going to be like...Starbucks. Plane or bomb attacks in major cities at populous areas. One after another. But we must remember that terrorist organizations are rather small and while there are many of them, they will not ban together and attack who they see as an enemy as one.
I left work today and walked out into the sunlight of the day and thought how quiet it was. Part of me wondered what was going to change and what would remain the same. I canít say. But I will tell you, I saw a brown skinned guy at Samís Club today. Yeah, I didnít do nothing to him. Címon, he was just shopping for bargains.
Someone at work wondered what we were going to do when we caught the people responsible for this. The asked about torture. They thought that was a just thing. I asked her if she could do it. She said she didnít think so. I told her not to say that torture is the answer if she herself was not able to torture those responsible.
Me? I think I could do it. So I say, yes, torture those you find. Suspend civil rights of hard suspects and torture to get information. Then move on to the big boys.
My thoughts keep going back to New York. When I came home from my trip there I felt larger than life. I was coming back to the small pond. Hell, I was in NY for only five days. New York is my favorite large city--of the few I have visited. And it still is. More than anything, the actions of the general New Yorker since the bombing has shown just what kind if people they are: good. New York remains a peaceful place. As long as planes donít slam into buildings, that is. The city is quiet, but it will return to the nonstop conglomeration of culture and people that make it such a rarity in the world.
The other day I actually blasted the passengers on the planes involved in the crashes. I apologize for that. I didnít think about it too much. Terrorists usually blow bombs up in the sky. Or they land and make demands. They did not crash said planes into structures. These fucks did. The passengers on the WTC- and Pentagon-bound planes did not know. They probably thought that if they stayed calm, they would live through it. So, yes, guys with X-Acto blades can hold sixty people at bay and make them do things.
Now, your heroes are the passengers on the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania. The terrorists bragged that the other hijacked planes crashed into the WTC buildings. One man used his cell phone to tell his wife that he and other men onboard had voted to attack the terrorists. Possibly the best use of a cell phone ever. Subsequently, that plane crashed and you can thank those people for averting another horrendous disaster--sacrificing themselves for the greater good. If Star Trek II has taught us anything it is that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few or the one.
But I think it is safe to assume that if any more terrorists attempt to hijack any other planes (especially those with Americans onboard), you will see a revolt of passengers almost instantly. Instead of screams of fear, you will have screams of ferocity.
Your other heroes are the rescue workers and volunteers at the crash sites, risking their lives to crawl on shaky, unstable, dangerous crumbled and destroyed structures that can no longer even be considered structures in any sense of the word.
Youíre not going to find one man who is going to rescue seven people single-handedly. You will see a team effort that will yield very few positive results, but the heroism is in the feat itself.
Feelings of America have risen within me. I think I mentioned this earlier. And while we seem to be under siege with bomb threat after bomb threat, there is no doubt in my mind that within a relatively short time, our nationís leaders will come to us with positive results both domestically and abroad.
This is Bushís opportunity to step up. If he handles this well, he can ride this victory through the next election. I do not mean keeping a sense of himself on the news, I mean, pardon the gayness of the next statement, laying the smack down on terrorism.
Osama Bin Laden, watch the fuck out. This camelfucker bombs two embassies in Africa and heís hanging out in Afghanistan? For nearly a decade? You know, we supplied arms to Afghans when they were at war with Russia. We trained them. Itís the same story with the Iraqis when they were at war with Iran.
If I lived in Afghanistan, I do believe I would be leaving about now. Actually, first Iíd shit in my sirappi or whatever the hell I wear, then I would be stepping to the nearest border.
This is Americaís opening and excuse to really get behind an attack on terrorism. I mean, we get in there and lay waste to terrorists and, sadly, never mind the innocents that are just hanging around outside.
This is just an opinion from one guy who does not know how things work and does not need to think about consequences, but first stop: Osama Bin Ladenís punk ass. We bring him back here and do our nasty things to him. Over in Afghanistan we blow us some buildings and slap around some very influential people. Shelter and protect him? Nothing like a bunch of six foot-plus bald headed and clean shaven, stone faced Caucasian and African United States camouflaged soldiers coming for your ass.
On the way out we fuck up other known terrorists and scare the shit out of suspected terrorists. Say, cut off a finger or a ball. Then, we make a pit stop in Iraq. Storm Saddamís bunker or shithole or whatever and beat the fuck out of him for talking that shit--and for that whole Kuwait thing, too. Meanwhile, perhaps someone could find out just where in the hell Qatar is and put it on a freakiní map.
A quick layover in North Korea to do some pushing and shoving and make them rethink if they REALLY want nuclear arms.
Then on to Vietnam. Surprise the fuck out of those people.
A couple more stops in the shit areas of the world: Bosnia, France, etc.
Perhaps we could drop a few terrorist bodies on the grounds of the Imperial Palace in China to show those violators of human rights how to really violate someone instead of aborting the soon to be second child of a poor married couple who didnít pull out in time.
Then back home to America where, by this time, we'll be ready with a ticker tape parade for our boys who did something--we really donít know specifics, but suddenly the worldís a better place, and, oh, is that blood on your hands, Sergeant? Well, use my T-shirt, Mister. We owe you big time.
And thatís the cool thing about being an American. Whereas the terrorists can not keep coming, we can with our multi-faceted military. I have friends in the various branches of the armed services and I say to them all now that I feel for you all and am so proud to know you. Lee, Shannon, Cooter, Marie. Thank you. Lay the smack down on that ass.
The people of America are lucky. Look at where you live. We were hit hard on Tuesday. Now, less than three days later, is there a doubt in your mind that we will have vengeance? It might be done behind your backs with little disclosure later, but when the press secretary denies it with a little smile on his face, go ahead and wink at him on the TV. Go ahead, itís okay. We know, not knowing is a whole lot more fun that knowing, ainít that right, JFK?
The heartache will last. The destruction and rubble will last. In time is will be cleared away. Letís remember this, though. We were attacked. You as an individual were attacked. You as a citizen were attacked. You as an American were attacked. We still stand. Straighten up and show how we were not knocked down. Burn your candle, fly your flag, cry during the National Anthem because how you feel now is how they all felt during Pearl Harbor, during D-Day, during the Challenger explosion, during M*A*S*Hís last episode.
Of course America will go on. Weíll have our fender benders and weíll be pissed at each other. But we are a family--families have their tiffs, too.
To paraphrase a part in Braveheart:
ďAmerica wishes to say a word...Ē
Copyright © 2001 John Lemut