A Children's Treasury of Terrible 9/11 Art
(Every year on this rotten day, we repeat this beloved 9/11 feature, sort of like how "A Charlie Brown Christmas" plays on the teevee every December.) On this solemn day a half-dozen years ago, nearly 3,000 people were horribly killed so that Rudy Giuliani could earn a hundred million dollars and run for president of 9/11 and the most corrupt administration in American History could wage endless war around the world that has killed some 700,000 people while finally restoring energy and defense stocks to the solid dividend payers favored by long-term investors. Also, "September the Eleventh" has inspired the most insipid, maudlin kitsch in the history of an already very kitschy nation, along with some truly stomach-turning old-fashioned American Huckersterism.
If you thought passenger jets could be terrifying weapons, you'll truly be terrified by the giant winged baby monster from Hell.
How did such a truly awful, gut-wrenching event inspire such stupid crap? It's just part of our modern, idiotic culture -- the same mouth-breathing instinct that compels people to pile a bunch of wet stinking stuffed animals at the site of a fatal car crash, or order a hundred Thug Life "memorial T-shirts" to remember some shithead gangsta teen who got himself shot, or make a GeoCities memorial site for Princess Diana (with animated GIFs and MIDI music of "Candle In The Wind").
Or, if you're an entrepreneur, maybe you just manufacture some lighters in China with bas-relief images of the burning WTC towers and Osama bin Laden's face, and when you open it, the thing will play "Für Elise" and little LEDs will blink in the "fire."
But nothing says "We sort of had it coming" like the endless variations of the Crying Eagle.
This next one is truly emblematic of the whole pathetic trend: The fucking flag is not only somehow tattooed on the eagle's feathers, but it's also backwards. Show some respect, crying eagle.
While cynics will say 9/11 has been used primarily to justify a
$500 billion trillion-dollar occupation and destruction of a country that had absolutely nothing to do with 9/11, optimists will point out that 9/11 could also get you a dollar-twenty-nine bag of grease fries down at the Burger King, in Hilltop Plaza:
And if the endless pictures of the Smoke Devil attached to absurd quotes from the Book of Revelations weren't enough, somebody decided to bring attention to yet another mysterious animal shape in the smoke:
Uhhhh ..... Is it a chicken drumstick? Maybe the head of that little dude in "Gremlins"? Maybe a mooninite?
Optimists saw Jesus as the Great Destroyer.
Let's move on:
Okay, WTF? Is this what 9/11 is like in Second Life?
Burning? Is that really the word you want to use here?
America is back, babies!