Anagram: Anger and Misery/Dreary Meanings

        The Title Of this Blog was brought About Thinking about Reverend Wright and the whole “Chicken’s comin home to roost/God Damn America” thing and why I went from being mildly displeased with Barack Obama before the Wright Saga to Name calling and Unbridled Anger towards him.  I have since calmed down and I’m more relaxed with things, but I was On a hair trigger because of these two men for awhile.   

      It was a Warm Sunny  Tuesday Morning, And i had Just finished My Work on the Night shift here in the Copy Center, and I was Moving fast, as I usually do to get to the Staten Island Ferry to get Home because I knew I was Due In work In another 12 hours and I needed a few hours of sleep.  Got to The Ferry On time, Got My usual seat.  Had the Headphones On.  I think I had Alice in Chains “Dirt” on as I remember.  About Half way through the Boat Ride, I begin to Notice people Moving towards the Back Of the Boat.  A great deal of them, In fact.  So I get Up to Look out and see what’s going On, Thinking i’ll see a Cop breaking Up some school kids Fighting.  I walk out to the Back of the Boat and the World Trade center is On fire.  The Smoke Plume was almost to Brooklyn at that point.

       8:51 a.m.  9/11/01

       But I’m not Thinking Terrorism.  No one Is at that Point.  Word On the radio is that It was a 747.  Brilliant Man that I am Say the Following “Couldn’t be, It would have sheered off the top of the Building” A few people agree and move to the front of the Boat.  Most Thinking and Some saying “I hope everyone’s Ok” “Pray for them all” ”Isn’t Bill working in the Towers, maybe I should call and see if He’s alright”  No actual quotes Mind you, I’m Just giving a general Idea of the Type Of Talk On the Ferry.  Get off of the Boat, get on my bus togo home, Not thinking anything except i hope they’re alright Over there. And I turn around and see it with My own two Eyes, Cued by a Voice On the Radio saying, OH MY GOD THERE’S ANOTHER ONE”  Another Plane.  Another Tower.

      9:03 a.m. 9/11/01

        The Rest of the Ride home is a fog.  Seeing people who Just saw the Same thing I saw and everyone Looking sick.  I get Home.  I Talk to My Mother, who is home from work. She took a Day off.  Relieved as All get out to see me.   My brother John works in the Area, but he has been recently Moved to afternoons.  He’s Safe.  Where’s Jimmy.  Isn’t he supposed to be doing some kind of wiring Job at 7 World Trade Today? a Phone call finds that He was His usual tardy self and the Boss told him to hit another job site instead.  Saved by an inability to answer the bell. Nice.  My Father is Stuck in New Jersey and Can’t get back, Out of reach But Safe.   The family is Intact.

       I call the Office and say I might Not be In, people are flying planes Into buildings. That’s Got to Be Unhealthy for everyone involved. Ray, assistant Supervisor, the voice on the other side says call back later and don’t worry about it.  He hasn’t seen it.  He doesn’t really know the Level of Devastation.  He doesn’t know people are leaping to their deaths to avoid burning to death.

     But There are friends to Think of. a great Many.  Everyone knows Someone who works in the Towers. 

      The First Tower Falls.    Oh shit.  Oh Shit Oh Shit Oh Shit.  Jesus Holy Fucking shitting Christ, What the Fuck?  My Mother Looks at me and Says it was a third Plane.  I said Nope.  It just fell.  She says How is that Possible? Thats’ the World Trade Center.  I say something along the Lines of Ask the Building. I’m heading out to find out what’s going on.  I’ll be back.

     Did I mention that I’m an Alcoholic, and at that point i was still drinking.  Straight to the Bar.   At the Bar I meet the Owner, Arlene, and a Guy I know who had the day off , Dave was his name.  To Arlene “Bud Bottle” Turn To Dave “This is war”  Dave responds “Fucking ay Right this is war”  The Conversation turns to where we were when It happened, and who we know who Might be in the area.  People start to trickle in.  Some in tears. Some from the Trade center area.  In shock.  Covered in dust. A blank look on some faces. Agony On others.

      The Pentagon Got Hit.  A plane goes Down in Pennsylvania.  Good Lord, How many more?  Where’s the Air Force?  Where are the Navy Pilots?  Where the Fuck are the Marines?

     A memory I want to leave with you.  A couple, I don’t remember their names now, but I knew them fairly well then, The guy was a Mechanic, and His wife worked In the South tower.  He was going to meet her for breakfast that morning In “The City” at her Job.  He had No Idea that he and His wife were going to Have to Dodge Human beings falling from a thousand feet to get her out.  She, Hysterical, tells me That a Piece of Something hit her in the Leg as she was Running away. 

       It was part of another person. Concrete doesn’t leave red stains and she wasn’t bleeding from her leg. 

       The Husband was In another world. Not being able to cope, He just shut down.  The man walked around with a beer in one hand and a dazed look on his face.  After about twenty minutes of trying my best to help her cope in some Inebriated fashion, I had to Grab him and Physically Shake him and say “Listen, Your Wife needs you, Help her!”     That got Him.  He grabbed her, Held her for a minute or two and walked out leaning on each other.  Not sure i saw them much after that.

      There were Other scenes Like that Playing out all over the place at Arlene’s, and I’m sure it was happening like that all over the place as well. 

      And there was Talk of war.  We had to make someone pay.  Somebody had to die.  Who did it? Who do we go after? What do we do?   I’m sure there were some who went and gave blood after they sobered up.  There was Talk of a Few Muslims Dancing in a Parking lot a mile or so away.  The story also said that cops were there.  and People started throwing rocks at the Muslims.  They stopped dancing.  The Cops, god bless there souls, did nothing.  Wanted to arrest the Dancers from what I remember but couldn’t charge them for dancing in the streets.  Nothing Illegal about it.  Don’t know how true the Story is.  I wasn’t there.  But it was that Kind of day. 

    The talk was of 20 other planes with terrorists in them.  Then another that it was 10.  Then another with more.  no one knew what was actually happening.  No Voice to lead us.  No leader to Guide us. 

       These are the things I think of when I think of Reverend Wright and his God damn America Bullshit.

       No Reverend Wright God Damn You.  And Barack Obama, God Damn You.  Obama must have known the Reverend said what he said, and even if he didn’t I’m sure a story trickled down to him second hand.   How could it not have?  That was a POWERFUL statement.  and he was a powerful member of the Church.

      But you stayed in the Church.  Oprah Winfrey had the sense to leave but You stayed.  I remember wanting to Kill Pat Robertson when he said essentially the Same thing. I remember people saying things Like  “That Bible Thumpin Sonofabitch betta Not show Up here and say that or I’ll fuckin Kill’em”  The thought was a universally praised one here.  And I don’t mean just By me.  A LOT of people wanted His Fucking Hide for saying that shit. 

     I should be nicer to Obama’s spiritual Advisor, Reverend wright? Why? I should be Nice to The Man who was Advised by This Demagogue?  Screw Him.  This Rat Punk Fuck Wright doesn’t deserve the Oxygen he breathes.

      Fuck Wright.  Fuck Obama.  He stays at the Church of we Love Terrorism and I should be Nice to this Cow twat?  Fuck you.  Brothers Died In there too.  Black men and Women and people from all across this Planet.  Innocent Individuals who were Just going to Do their Jobs.  3,000+ Die by fire and you ”God Damn America”?  and Obama remains at that church after that? 

       Asshole.

      That’s it for me.  Jam on.

Today’s Nuggets:  Anyone can become angry — that is easy, but to be angry with the right person, to the right degree, at the right time, for the right purpose, and in the right way — that is not easy.  Aristotle

Beware the fury of a patient man.  John Dryden

Latest Edit 3:50 a.m. EDT 5/4/08