it’s time to fix things…

ttocsland
September 12th, 2001
how about it?
pay the teachers the $75,000 per year they deserve; the police and firemen $250,000; baseball players? huh, peanuts? maybe…

and the world. we can fix it, right? terrorism – stopped by a week of nonstop “rock’n rollin” via the Army of One.

Drug war challenge – no problem… just ask the air force to do a fly by…

and still, where does that leave us?
Steelworkers Local 40 – slicing an dicing the rubble of The World Trade Center…

at least 8 of Utica Fire Department’s finest – en route, with a search and rescue camera, donated – “if the camera’s lost – hell, if it helps find one person, great”

USC swim team member – Silver medalist – doing his “patriotic” duty in koreatown yesterday, giving blood…

the teams, following honor and duty, going to the homes of their fallen brother inarms, to offer sympathy to the families of the brave souls lost at the department of defense…

honr and duty…
firefighters running into burning, collapsing buildings…

they pulled 6 out alive this morning. hope. so little hope. so much helplessness…

so much hate and pain and fear and sadness…

fly. fight. win. that was a mission I supported for 4 years. I was there when the world lunged toward sanity as the wall came down… it was hopeful. it was strange and crazy… but not like this. my god, nothing like this… “cold war” – this is too fucking hot.

but they pulled 6 out… maybe I can sleep now… I just don’t want to be woken up like that ever again….

i’m bawling.. out of frustration out of hopelessness… out of fear – what the fuck happens next? we can’t go back to Monday… it’s different, and I … I don’t know if I’ll like what we’ll become…

a picture I took – at the korean war memerial… it says – “freedom is not free” – but the price is supposed to be paid by those who know the cost. who choose to offer to pay it. fuck.

fuck fuck fuck

s. a very frazzled and pissed and scared s.