Reflecting On Seven Years From That Fateful Day

   I know everyone and their monkey's uncle is probably writing a 9/11 remembrance post this morning and, in that respect, I am no different.

   I clearly remember where I was and what I was doing when the towers fell (and when they were hit, for that matter).

   I woke up this morning with tears in my eyes for the families affected directly by this tragedy. And for what has transpired since then to hedge against something like this happening again.

   A lot has been said claiming we are safer than the we were back then but I am not fully convinced. Per usual, our government has taken the reactionary steps to treat the outcomes, not the roots of the problem. All the while eroding our civil liberties and our reputation around the world.

   Sadly, the fact that 15 of the 19 9/11 hijackers were Saudi has not motivated us, in the seven years since that dark day, to aggressively move away from dependence on their oil. So as we continue to drive our cars we continue paying for future potential terrorists' Wahhabi education. We don't have comprehensive immigration reform - we have the polarized views of the amnesty-providers and the xenophobes.

   I guess what I'm really trying to say is that this marks a sad day - a sad day in history for what happened back on that Tuesday morning and a sad day for what has not yet happened as of this Thursday morning.