hate me. hate yourself.

09.11.10

9 years.

this tragic anniversary serves us as a day of many purposes.

to remember.
to mourn.
to celebrate saved lives.
to see how far we've come in 9 years.
to think about where we want to be and what we want to do in the next 9 years.
to rejoice in america!

it is not a day to hate. to continually divide ourselves from other nations, cultures and beliefs. especially those who we share our own backyards with.

burning another religion's holy book does nothing positive. it moves us no further away from 9.11 and the original causes of it. it only adds fuel to the fire. it is a level of radialism and extremist. something we have been fighting for 9 years.

just seeing the sign "Quran burning day 09.11" on the news made me sick to my stomach. and i am not even a religious person.
it's the hate that makes me hurt.
when did we become such hateful people?

on a smaller scale, there are plenty of people that have done me wrong and hurt me dearly. but would i set something that is sacred to them on fire? ummm no. that is fucking crazy.

and the only point that would make is that i am fucking crazy. so, that person basically now has two options: one, lash out. because they are now fucking pissed off at me. because their sacred item is burned.
or two, ignore it. which is doubtful.

so, america. watch out. the islamic extremists will be coming. all because of one fucking crazy person.

when will the hate end?