Things are . . . hap­pen­ing. Bad things. Sep­tem­ber 11 I thought about blog­ging on Sep­tem­ber 11, but I couldn’t think of any­thing new to say. That’s sad. Seven years, and noth­ing has got­ten bet­ter. Noth­ing tall and shin­ing has risen from Lower Man­hat­tan except the same phan­tom lights that are dragged out every year to stand in for real honor. Politi­cians putting on a show, so they look like they’re doing some­thing mean­ing­ful. The day has become a joke. An oppor­tu­nity for pub­lic dis­plays of affected grief, vapid speeches about “never forget[ting]”, and other polit­i­cal grand­stand­ing. What the politi­cians and the bureau­crats and the local civic [ . . . ]

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