Unimportant words from someone idiotic

Yes, that’s true. Unimportant because they are mine and from someone idiotic because they will alienate the few people I care about.

Still, I have to write them. I really tried not to but I just can’t do other wise.

It’s been two years since something really terrible happened. I don’t need to tell what it was because the Americans made sure that the entire world knows and will never forget it.

And there it comes to the part that makes me wish they would learn some modesty.

The destruction of the World Trade Center sent a shock over the planet, but it would have been much less if the American’s wouldn’t have giving it some push and keep telling everybody how much the evil terrorists hurt them.

Okay, it was a terrible thing but it could have been worse. Yes, it could. Very. There were over 40.000 people working in that building. Only 4000 died.  One tenth. Not really much. So stop whining and be glad that it weren’t more. Worse things do happen all the time, all over the world. Malaria kills over 2 Million people very year. I don’t hear these mourned very often.

It is my personal philosophy to move on. I did not cry when my grandmother died, even if I with I could have. Perhaps it’s because I learned to suck down abuse, perhaps I’m just cold hearted but I am that way. So, my American friends, I give you one advice: Stop mourning and move on with your lives. If not for my reasons, think of this: This is exactly what the terrorist wanted. An admittedly huge and powerful nation paralyzed with sadness, even after two years. Also, it won’t bring the dead back to life and you anywhere you aren’t already.

I realize that these unimportant words will most likely get me in deep trouble but I just have to say them.

And now please excuse me. It’s my brother’s birthday and there is a party I’m invited to.

Marc-Dennis “Tygon” Horn

11. 9. 2003