Ace Boobtoucher
Founder and Captain of the Douchepatrol
Re: Ten years on: 9/11 Memorial at Ground Zero revealed in pictures for the first tim
My stepfather is a retired chief of the FDNY. His belief is that the simple explanation is the most plausible; nineteen extremist cunts murdered 3,000 people. My Mom and he were going to memorial services for about a year after the attack and most, if not all, of the family members of the victims hold the same belief. Jenkum and emceemcee, eat a bag of dicks.
When I got back from Brazil in 2004 I flew into Newark and I wanted to see ground zero. We drove into Brooklyn and took the subway to Manhattan.
We stopped at 30 Rockefeller and went to the FDNY experience shop. You can buy some cool stuff there. I got a replacement firehouse sweatshirt for the one that got nicked in Brazil and while paying for it an old retired firefighter recognized my stepfather. He practically fell all over himself to get his picture taken with him.
We also went to the Engine Company that sits directly across from ground zero. A few of the older guys recognized my stepfather there and gave us access to the facility that others just don't receive. Most of the guys in that house were relatively new to the department or to that house, as most of their company was lost when the towers collapsed.
Approaching the pile, I was awed by the scope of the damage. You really can't grasp the devastation from pictures. It is immense.
We went out over the walkways they had erected and viewed it from three or four stories up. The whole area was surrounded by hurricane fencing and people from around the U.S. and the world had left t-shirts, hats, flags and other mementos in the links of the fence to express their remorse and support.
These anniversaries reopen the anguish we all felt that day and I hope the permanent memorial is a constant reminder of not only the loss and that extremists are capable of horrible things, but that we, as a society are capable of great compassion and determination. And that some special people ran into the chaos when others ran away and paid their last full measure of devotion for people they never knew.
My stepfather is a retired chief of the FDNY. His belief is that the simple explanation is the most plausible; nineteen extremist cunts murdered 3,000 people. My Mom and he were going to memorial services for about a year after the attack and most, if not all, of the family members of the victims hold the same belief. Jenkum and emceemcee, eat a bag of dicks.
When I got back from Brazil in 2004 I flew into Newark and I wanted to see ground zero. We drove into Brooklyn and took the subway to Manhattan.
We stopped at 30 Rockefeller and went to the FDNY experience shop. You can buy some cool stuff there. I got a replacement firehouse sweatshirt for the one that got nicked in Brazil and while paying for it an old retired firefighter recognized my stepfather. He practically fell all over himself to get his picture taken with him.
We also went to the Engine Company that sits directly across from ground zero. A few of the older guys recognized my stepfather there and gave us access to the facility that others just don't receive. Most of the guys in that house were relatively new to the department or to that house, as most of their company was lost when the towers collapsed.
Approaching the pile, I was awed by the scope of the damage. You really can't grasp the devastation from pictures. It is immense.
We went out over the walkways they had erected and viewed it from three or four stories up. The whole area was surrounded by hurricane fencing and people from around the U.S. and the world had left t-shirts, hats, flags and other mementos in the links of the fence to express their remorse and support.
These anniversaries reopen the anguish we all felt that day and I hope the permanent memorial is a constant reminder of not only the loss and that extremists are capable of horrible things, but that we, as a society are capable of great compassion and determination. And that some special people ran into the chaos when others ran away and paid their last full measure of devotion for people they never knew.
