9/11 Fifteen Years On: The Jumpers September 9, 2016Posted by Tantumblogo in Admin, disaster, error, General Catholic, horror, Immigration, paganism, sadness, sickness, Society, unadulterated evil.
It seems impossible we’re coming up on the 15th anniversary of 9/11. I do not know where the time has gone. I’m pretty disconnected from the dominant or major media, but am I wrong that there is very little mention of this upcoming anniversary? I guess 15th anniversaries aren’t that big a deal? I know 10 was a pretty big deal, and maybe 20 will be. Or maybe it’s just passe’ and too inconvenient to discuss, because it weighs too much against things like unconstrained immigration of unassimilable populations, the permanent democrat majority, etc.
And then again, maybe a lot of people just want to forget. They’d rather pretend it didn’t happen, or couldn’t happen again, or was some hideously byzantine government plot to kill thousands for a small increase in profit for a handful of corporations. But I don’t want to forget. I can’t forget. I can’t forget how strange it was to live in DFW and not see a single plane in the sky for days. I can’t forget watching two massive towers collapse.
Most of all, I can’t forget the jumpers. I can’t forget that there were people in such desperate, tortuous straits, they chose to fall to a certain death rather than to burn to death or choke to death on acrid smoke. There were quite a few, dozens, at a minimum. If you really want to have a grisly experience – and I don’t recommend you do – you can find the pictures of some of their remains online. They are out there. What happens to a human body when it slams into the pavement at 120 mph……saying it’s not pretty is more than an understatement.
Whatever one thinks of who ultimately committed this atrocity – and I firmly believe a small group of determined men can accomplish mighty and/or terrible things, like the conquest of the Aztec Empire – it did happen. 3000 people died in the space of an hour or so. 6000+ were injured. The deaths of many of those were incomprehensibly brutal and terrifying. Stuck in an airliner flying over NYC at 600ft and 400 mph, knowing you were going to die any second. Trapped in a burning building. Being on one of the lower floors, maybe trying to flee down a stairwell, when the earthquake of thousands of tons of concrete and steel starting to collapse unveiled itself.
I think in all the conspiracy theories and global war on terror and pro- and anti-muslim rhetoric that has dominated discussion over the past 15 years, the true nature of the day has been lost. It was a day of unspeakable tragedy on a profoundly human level. That’s the part that needs to be remembered, at least now, less what caused this or what came after, but what happened to nearly 10,000 people on that day. That’s what sticks with me, anyway.
So I attach the following images not to be morbid, or provocative, or morose, but to remember. This happened, and may God have mercy on all those who died, or who lost a loved one on that nightmarish day: