I'm remembering today how nine years ago two little planes brought down the World Trade Center, that imposing symbol of American capitalism. I'm remembering how a former president famously stated, "They hate us for our freedoms", as his administration began to systematically chip away at them. I'm remembering how that same president exhorted Americans to "go shopping" to show the 'terrists' what we're made of. I'm remembering how seven years later the economies of the US and the world came crashing down from their pillars of unrestrained capitalism. I'm remembering how another plane slammed into the Pentagon, a poke in the eye of the US military. I'm remembering how 'freedom loving' Americans armed with cooked intelligence and nationalistic fervor invaded a sovereign nation completely unconnected to the events. I'm noting how easy it is for a free people in a free society with a free press to gobble up the blatant lies told to them and acquiese to tyranny and propaganda. I'm reflecting on how our leaders capitalized on a wave of patriotism sweeping the nation to pursue a nefarious agenda. I'm reflecting on how those same leaders squandered the sympathy and global good will extended to us and flexed their military muscle for expansionist ends. I'm pondering how America's "War on Terrorism" has failed, engendering hatred throughout the world and inspiring legions of 'fanatics' to resist us. I'm observing how citizens of this 'Christian' nation deride the theocratic autocratic governments of the Middle East and tremble in fear at the prospect of sharia law being imposed on our shores. I'm watching as we square off nose to nose, screaming about freedom, religious tolerance, and what it means to be an American across a movable police barricade. I'm staring in dumb and helpless horror as we tear each other apart from the inside, not noticing as our once great nation disintegrates and slowly slides away. I'm remembering those thousands of souls lost on that tragic day and wondering what they would think watching us. I'm remembering how nine years ago that former president with Wild West swagger swore to get the architect of this terrible tragedy "dead or alive". I'm remembering today how nine years ago two little planes brought down the World Trade Center. I'm wondering if Osama bin Laden is marking the day in a cave on the border of Pakistan and laughing at us. It's a very sad day in America.