There are a lot of details I remember. So do you. We don’t need to rehash them all. To do so is little more than prurient at this point. So I will mention just one more before I tell you what I have to get off my chest. Every day after work, for the next several months, I would pass by a house close to my apartment complex where an enterprising individual had hastily spray-painted a sign, which he placed against some bushes outside his home. The sign simply said, from one day to the next, “Day 12”… “Day 13”… “Day 14”…
That’s how everyone felt who drove by the sign. I went just as nationalistic as the rest of them. I envy now the level-headedness of Internet writers who understood then what was happening behind the deadly, bloody theater to which the rest of us succumbed. I am ashamed of being so naïve, and for so long afterward.
B.R. Merrick felt the way I suppose most of us felt on 9-11-2001 and the ensuing days and months. He wonders though if these feelings were stoked, by government entities, with manipulation and lies to foment support for their agenda.
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