Wednesday, September 11, 2002

I wasn't going to post anything more about this godforsaken date, when one of my overzealous teachers forced more shit down my throat. Therefore, I have for you a reaction to his bullshit.

Cramming 9/11 down our throats sucks. First of all, I have a long-standing revulsion to wasting class time on unrelated nonsense. Going to college has magnified this revulsion, because now I am paying for this class time, and wasting it on unrelated bullshit is wasting my money.

My Intro to Filmmaking teacher today decided to commemorate a mass killing by playing part of a self-righteous radio documentary billed as a 'Sonic Memorial'. It mostly contained bullshit poetry, music, and other such tripe inspired by the massacre. You know how I hate stupid high school 'Woe is me, no girls like me' poetry perpetrated on an unsuspecting world by an unskilled, uncouth, barely literate cretin? Yeah. Lots of that. And some really, really terrible hip hop about it. Picture some mammoth black dude rappin' bout' da dubya tee cee, yoyo. Ugh. [Shudder].

There was also some terrible folk music. I'm normally repelled by most folk music and want to club the jackasses who sit around campus with their acoustic guitars playing two chords over and over again attracting crowds of glassed-eye onlookers who think that any time someone attacks an innocent instrument it's suddenly beautiful, meaningful music. Add this WTC "memorial" doublespeak to it and you get a Ginrai who is physically sick.

Now, I have a message for all the school boards, program directors, media moguls, website authors, and whoever else is forcing this excrement back into our mouths:

You sick, masochistic mohterfuckers. Why must you drag me through your twisted obsession with horror? Too many times have I been awakened prematurely to find tragedy waiting. I don't need this vomitted back at me. Keep your bile to yourself. Don't spray it on me.

It was bad enough once. My life has never been particularly connected to New York City, true, but the shit splattered far that day, which is just what the morons behind the strike intended.

Every time someone writes some shitty poetry, the murderers win. With every tear, every sigh, every fucked up, shit sucking memory they gain strength. Fuck your memories. FORGET. Ignore that day and the morons who stupidly gave their lives to commit murder on a grand scale.

Remember anyone you knew. Forget how they died. Remember their lives, but not on the day they died. Remember on the anniversary of day they were born. Remember on the anniversary of when their children were born. Then the brainless fanatics behind their deaths don't get shit. They have no power, no life, no anything. Don't honor a mass murder, you twisted motherfuckers. What's wrong with you? Do you hear me?

The teacher then showed us a television ad spot put out around Thanksgiving by JP Morgan and associated assholes to be a "memorial". It showed a bunch of school pictures of the dead coalescing into an American flag all set to the tune of 'Amazing Grace'. First of all, this was a blantant attempt at publicity by JP Morgan capitalizing on A BUNCH OF MURDERS! Can you believe the audacity? You may recall that the company was started by a proud monopolist named who just happened to be named JP Morgan. He was one of the filthy "barons of industry" that the trust busters were fighting. This is the sort of corperate greed that all the American politicians are ranting about.

Furthermore, note the jingoist use of the American flag and the use of a steadfastly Christian song. ('If you don't hate anyone who is not 100% gung ho, kill for America, I'm a good Christian, then you are siding with murderers'.) This sickens me.

Then we got a hamfisted speech from our WASP teacher about racial tolerance. He finished this little speech off by saying that this event was, "for [him], but it's also for you." Yeah, this was for me alright. BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS.

This mandantory waste of class time is bullshit, and furthermore, exactly the sort of thing desired by the twisted sons of bitches who thought it would be a good idea to murder as many of us as possible. THEY WANT YOU TO REMEMBER. TELL THEM TO FUCK OFF!