I have to admit that Friday's Composition II class was slightly interesting and overall, droll. Before we handed in our midterm papers (especially the ones that were painstakingly typed in the wee hours of the morning...), we began talking about the template of our next assignment which is a narrative argument (that's the name of the game in English 102: Spending class arguing over touchy subjects. ). For the first step in analyzing the assignment, we were asked to bring in at least two songs with a central point that could be made to argue about a certain topic that is taboo or a major (I.E. Social) concern. Our prof. gave three examples by way of the songs "Goodbye Charlie" by the Dixie Chicks, "Runaway Love" by Ludacris featuring Mary J. Blige (both songs deal with some sort of physical abuse to either a woman or a child), and A musical monologue of a voice that was supposed to resemble "God" and it correlated to the events of the attacks on September 11th, 2001. The entire point of the three examples was the author being able to use personal experience and facts in unison with a story, giving the "victims" names and faces that will appeal to the wide spectrum of the audience, adding emphasis on using Pathos and Ethos (Values, Experience, and Emotions) to get the point across.
While the ENTIRE class was moved by the 9/11 tribute (understandably), I kept my detatched demeanor and pointed out the rhetoric devices used in the piece. *WARNING!!! IF YOU FEEL STRONGLY ABOUT THE EVENTS OF SEPTEMBER 11th, 2001, THEN I SUGGEST THAT YOU STOP READING AT THIS VERY POINT, FOR THIS MIGHT PISS ONE OR TWO (hundred) PEOPLE OFF TO NO END!!!*

Honestly, I did feel bad (slightly) for the victims of 9/11, but I could not help but remain indifferent toward the impact (if you can call it that) it was SUPPOSED (as I was told by many) to have on me as a human being. Yes, it is disheartening when loved ones leave us the worst possible times, but one must apply the logic that resonates within and remind themselves that not every day on this planet is 100% guaranteed (80% at best). It may seem could of me to feel this way, but logically, I cannot mourn for those that did not make any significant impact on my being, or if I simply did not get to know them on any level. I mean no disrespect to the families that were affected by the tragedy of that day, but when I looked into the history that the U.S. Government had with Al Queda (we DID supply them with the weapons, funding, and black ops training to use said weapons and strategies), the unjustified attacks in the Middle East (Desert Storm/Desert Shield), the personal vendetta that the U.S. Govt' had in terms of oil and other resources , and when I compared the 3,000 plus that died on 9/11 to the 300,000 plus that died in the infamous tsunami in Malaysia, I tend to feel more sympathy for the tsunami victims for two reasons:

A) They were victimized by a NATURAL DISASTER. They did nothing to deserve the mass destruction and carnage that followed, and not to mention the legions of families that lost their homes (and livelyhood) in the massiave waves made me appreciate my life with my family.
B) I was quite vexed that people in the US were more concerned about killing "terrorists" (Al Queda, the ones we TRAINED)and our "patriotism" as opposed to the many Malaysians that were homeless because of the tsunami. Sept. 11th didn't stop most of the rich from buying a new Rolls Royce and unjustly sacrificing our fine soldiers, brothers, sisters, sons, daughters, mothers, and fathers for some petty OIL?!

Yep, proud to be an American, indeed...

In all, I do not feel anything in terms of the events of 9/11 for the simple fact that terrorists didn't stop me from playing on my Playstation 2 when I got home from school, nor did it stop me from realizing that in truth, America had it coming and we got it in spades; Whereas the many Malaysians that struggled to find shelter and food because of an unforeseen onslaught by Mother Nature (Bitch) resonated in me for the fact that their lives could never be repaired, whereas those who did not lose loved ones on 9/11 could easily help their troubles with a little cash...

Stick a fork in me, I'm done like dinner (speaking of which...).