Here we go again, folks. Tomorrow is September 11, 2025. The whiners call it 9/11 and they bleat, “Never forget!” Well, I never forget. I never forget that, even all these years later, people are still bitching and moaning about something happened way back in 2001. I mean, enough time has passed. The attacks are old news now. We got our petty, bloodlust revenge.
We murdered Osama bin Laden. Murdered? Yes. He was not an immediate threat when a SEAL team unjustly ended his life. It was childish revenge. Thus, murder, at least in my book. So shut up, let go, it’s over.
Do you remember where you were that day? I know I do. I was in charge of programming at a small, independent television station. The office and operation centers were separate from one another. First thing that morning, I went by the office to pick up paperwork and tapes that would be used to air commercials and programming.
The whole office saw NBC News airing footage of the first tower with a gaping hole. We all looked at each other and wrote it off as, as I put it, a “dumbass, asshole pilot.” And by the way, that’s how bad our station was. Our own office personnel couldn’t bear to tune into our own channel and instead went with something else.
I had barely gotten out of the driveway of the office to head to the operations center and my cell phone rang. It was one of our networks wondering if we could take them live. I told them I would interrupt our overnight home shopping programming, even though I thought such a move was excessive. I started at the station as a master control operator and the 11th was my second day of being responsible for programming, replacing a guy who, as I recall, had some sort of meltdown.
When I got there, I switched over to our network’s live news coverage. As time went on, I ignored it and went to racking up our commercials and programming. But of course I had to set all that aside as the story was apparently still important. As time went on, we missed out on commercials and that cost us significant amounts of money.
My mind was on our money, our money was on my mind. As every minute passed, we lost dollars, dollars, dollars. And for what? By that time, both planes had hit their targets. In my mind, the story was over. But no, more news was on the way.
The receptionist called to say people were calling in to complain about our regular programming being interrupted. I told her to advise callers we’d be back with normal programming as soon as possible. True to my word, I dumped out of our news coverage to join our regularly scheduled programming already in progress. You see, I’d already rolled regular programming in the background so I could do just that.
As regular programming resumed, several of our advertisers called my cell phone telling me to take their spots off the air until the what they called a tragedy had subsided. I honored their requests and actually ceased all commercials so that no viewers or advertisers could claim that we were trying to profit off of what some people considered a tragedy.
I had to replace commercials with something, so I aired generic public service announcements to fill the time. On and on the coverage went. I had said coverage on one of the monitors in the master control room and I saw the first tower fall and then, later, the other one. I was surprised, but I was not shocked or concerned.
Around that time, the owner called. He wasn’t angry but he wanted to know why I went back to our regular schedule. I told him quite simply that there were going to be viewers who would want a break from all the nonsense going on and that we were the only station in town not airing news. Viewers seeking escape from the drama would find our station and they’d stay put. The owner wasn’t sure, but he went with my suggestion.
Sure enough, reception got several calls thanking us for not being sheep.
By this time, we lost a lot of money and we continued to lose money with every passing minute. But I had to honor our advertisers’ demands. I thought the whole thing was ridiculous and I continued to air our normal programming with absolutely no hesitation or guilt. I truly did feel that viewers should have another option as every local station and cable channel were obsessed with what was going on.
To this day, I feel that I did the right thing. Sure, we got a lot of complaints, but we also got numerous calls in support of my bold, ballsy and correct move. I regret absolutely nothing!
I never felt that what happened was worth interrupting everything. People were acting as if the events were some sort of national emergency. In fact, they almost activated the national-level Emergency Alert System, but President Bush decided that that could cause a national panic and anyway it wasn’t needed as up and down the dial there was news. He made the right call.
Bush made the right call because what happened was never a national emergency. It was a series of local emergencies, nothing more. It was a New York City story. It was a Pentagon story. As for that plane that crashed in Pennsylvania, that was a non-story for me.
Now, all these years later, people are still fussing over it. I say that it was never a tragedy. What happened is proof of what happens to people who make the wrong choices. The people who were in the towers pretty much signed their own death warrants. With buildings that tall, of course most people would not make it out alive in the event of a fire or in the case of planes hitting the buildings. They made their choices.
Me? I make it a point to never work in or enter buildings with more than four floors. That way, if something happens, I have a better chance of getting out alive than those who choose to work high up in the air. That’s why I believe that the people who perished pretty much brought it upon themselves.
So tomorrow will not about remembering tragedy. There was no tragedy in September of 2001. All that happened were a few attacks that were localized. There’s no reason to make a national day of mourning out of it.
Look, the people who died were retards. Seriously! The people who chose to work in buildings that had previously been attacked were asking for it. The people on the planes are not victims, because they chose to fly when flying is dangerous. That’s what makes them idiots. The people in the Pentagon are not to be pitied. The Pentagon was and still is a sitting duck.
I feel sorry for no one who died! The people in the towers who escaped hopefully took time to reflect on the stupid decisions that they made that put them in high-rise targets in the first place. Hopefully, they chose new employers who don’t operate in tall buildings that make surviving an emergency a doubtful thing.
Back in 2001, I wanted to make a statement when I went back to regular programming. I wanted to say to all viewers that life goes on even when a few planes are weaponized.
Tomorrow at my work, there will be a chips and salsa contest. They have nothing planned to make a big fuss about “9/11.” See? They get it! It’s time to stop making a big deal about the 11th day of the 9th month. I never did in the first place.
As for you? If you think that it’s still a big deal, grow the hell up!