[Y]ears later I am still processing the events of that day, and the catastrophic events of the last decade that unfolded in its aftermath. So much murder, mayhem, opportunistic power grabs and unconscionable greed unleashed — all of it a direct result of a small, determined group of religious nuts, armed only with box cutters and that stubborn certainty that conservative religion provides.
I do not have any answers or insights that have not been explored and expounded by many others. My personal experience on the morning of September 11, 2001 in New York City was nothing extraordinary, either: I was in midtown, and could see the towers burn and then fall. The day had profound consequences for me, as a person, as a New Yorker, and as an American citizen, many of which I have yet to untangle much less understand with any sort of clarity.
In short, I had nothing to say, and so I said nothing. But I do realize that on those occasions when I direct my rage and mockery toward politicians or clergy, wingnuts or fundamentalist Christians, Rupert Murdoch or David Brooks, I am saying something about September 11, 2001, too.