Thursday, September 11, 2003

Words fail

I attended a candle light vigil this evening on the second anniversary of the 9/11 attack. A sweet, nonpolitical gathering in the courthouse garden in downtown Santa Barbara. Some singing, some praying. Very solemn.
But later, after an hour or two of late-night surfing of the usual leftist crazy websites, I again grew enraged at the course our nation has taken, the mad rush to war, the killing and maiming and endless warmongering. But then that anger morphed to dismay, to sad disappointment, when I found this site, this powerful series of photos taken a few days after 9/11/01, showing how loved this nation was around the world, photos taken in major cities and small towns throughout Europe, the middle and far east--everywhere--of people crying over our loss, placing wreaths at our embassies.
This lost love, this lost honor, is the fault of one man. George Bush. He has made this a hated nation. This makes me sad, so sad.
And mad as hell.

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