Michael R. Barrick's blog
Wed, 2001/09/12 - 12:58am
Perspective on the magnitude of bringing down the WTC...
Tue, 2001/09/11 - 11:40am
My father was a soldier. My mother grew up in the middle of the war. Her father was involved with the resistance in Belgium. I've been (however briefly) a soldier. I am struck how little the people around me know about millitary tactics.
Tue, 2001/09/11 - 10:30am
Tue, 2001/09/11 - 9:19am
Just last night my mother phoned me to let me know that she was moving again. We got to talking about a bunch of different stuff and one of the lines of conversation was war (she lived in Belgium during the German occupation in WWII) and the decline of the American empire. We spoke of the arrogance of the American feeling of invulnerability and the burning of Washington in the War of 1812. Little did we know that today the Pentagon would be in flames and World Trade Center would be lying in rubble.
Tue, 2001/09/11 - 8:48am
Remember this day, folks. September 11th, 2001 - the day WWIII started. My sympathies are with my friends in New York.
Take the fuckers who did this, nuke them 'till they glow and shoot them in the dark. It doesn't hurt that the fuck behind this is hiding out in Afghanistan. Take the Taliban out with him.
The part of me that is still a soldier is ready to go.
Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/103992.html
Tue, 2001/09/11 - 7:02am
Not a good day to be in Manhattan. Nor Washington D.C.. So much for my plans to see the World Trade Center. This is incredible. I'm looking at the pictures on television. There is going to be a war. No question.
Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/103519.html
Mon, 2001/09/10 - 4:09pm
Yay! I just got a little outside contract with a development company in Yaletown that is willing to work around my bank schedule. That'll help with affording the $10 drinks in NYC (because it is hard to have an epiphany sober
).
This came in via my mbarrick.com business site. That continues to blow me away.
Mon, 2001/09/10 - 2:52pm
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Arg. Fuck. Kill.
Yeah. That's the ticket. Or maybe "Oh, what a stupid world..." That works, too.
I hate 3pm.
Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/103040.html
Mon, 2001/09/10 - 11:55am
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