Half-Mast

Apparently the current US government seems to believe that the death of a right wing activist is more important than remember the 3k who died on this date in 2001. Or the hundreds of first responders, residents, and clean up crews who have died since of disease acquired as a result of that terrorist attack.

Note – I am not condoning assignation – far from it. But am failing to understand WHY this particular individual is more important than all of the school children who have been killed in shootings these past few years, or bystanders on streets, or in clubs or ……

I have friends who lost family, friends, and neighbors in those 2001 terrorist attacks. I had colleagues killed by the third plane which hit the Pentagon.  It is disrespectful to their years of military service to be more concerned about a 31 year old than those with years of dedication and service to our country (not to a political party or individual).

If you need a refresher – Blue Man’s Group Exhibit 13 …..

So, if you are flying a US flag – yes, put it at 1/2 mast. Perhaps add a sign that say 11 Sept 2001 or 911…

 

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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