There’s an awful lot I’d like to talk about, but of course I’m limited by time, space, and proper story telling narrative. I’ll start by acknowledging the fact that today is September 11, 2006 — five years since terrorists killed 3,000 people on American soil. The weather this morning is exactly the same as it was then: clear, crisp, beautiful.
While most Americans will spend at least a few minutes today quietly reflecting on how lives were lost or changed that day, or on the futility of religious extremism (or any other kind of extremism, for that matter), there are a few people who are spending the day making a concerted effort to change history to suit their paranoid fantasies. These conspiracy theorists created a video called Loose Change in which they show their incredible lack of common sense and education concerning basic physics as they assert their opinion that no terrorists were involved in the events of September 11. Instead, they believe the American government was directly responsible, planting bombs aboard otherwise empty cargo planes. It is an opinion so ridiculous that I feel a little embarassed just repeating it here. I can only imagine the humiliated horror that must be felt by the parents of these revisionists when asked by neighbors what their children are up to these days.
I won’t spend a lot of time debunking their nonsense here. Instead, I just want to mark this date by providing you with a link to Screw Loose Change, a blog set up to counter the lies spread by the conspiracy theorists. It’s worth it to see what the myths are and how to respond to them, just in case someone you know gets taken in.
I also wanted to follow up on how the sleepless weekend experiment went. To recap, I woke up around 6am Friday morning, went to work, hung out with friends after, drove with one friend down to New York, attended a midnight gypsy rock show in a traveling turn of the century Belgian tent on a pier, drove back to Boston immediately afterward arriving around 6:30am, auditioned to be in a movie starring The Rock, went out with other friends to a new lounge nearby, and finally went to sleep around midnight on Saturday/Sunday, making that about 42 hours awake. By the time I finally got in bed, this is what my mind was like.
I slept for about 7 hours, then got up and played football (I play in a league). I played well, we won, I went home, and immediately realized my spine was rebelling. Today I feel approximately 580 years old.
I think I’ll lay on my office floor for a while and think about the futility of extremism.