Brain Splatter

In my last entry I said I would write about 9/11. But I am not going to. I checked out my old writings and it appears that I didn't really write that much about 9/11 when it happened. Maybe I just didn't know what to say. Maybe I just had nothing to add to a situation where everyone had said every thing that needed to be said. I just don't remember. I don't know. Let me think about it a little bit and then see if there is anything that I want to say about it. Maybe when the day is here I will find the voice inside.

I don't know whether it is because of the date or because I am watching 24 which does deal with terrorism but it makes you wonder, what if there is an event tomorrow. What if right now in some warehouse or apartment, somewhere in the U.S. or Canada there is some group of people who are out there planning something. What if tomorrow is the day that plan carry off their sick plan in the hope that if they blow themselves and others up they will end up in "paradise" with 75 virgins that they get to use for all eternity.

Now I must say that as a promise for the afterlife, that ain't half bad. It goes right to the heart of what men want. Sex. If you live is some country, let's call it "What-ever-the-fuck-abad", and some dude says, "Hey, you can end this miserable shit existence, go out a hero, make some bread for the family, and you get to bang all these sexy ass virgins in the afterlife." What a deal. It's almost like, where do I sign up? Of course the dude telling you this is dressed in black, old, and has a beard longer and stragglier than that of ZZ Top. If I was them I might want to read the fine print.

I hope nothing does happen tomorrow. I hope that people hold prayers and marches and that they remember the ones who died. I hope that we dedicate ourselves to trying to make America and the world safe from people who would want to hurt us. I hope that tomorrow ends as just another day. I hope that the terrorists decide that maybe it is not the right day to kill innocents and that maybe their ways are not the best ways. Maybe in the end, like Pandora, hope is all that is left. Laterzzz...

Oh, and incase this post was a downer, here is a couple pictures of nice asses. One male(and some crotch) and three female. Laterzzz...pt2