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I have been so tired of late; I haven’t even had the energy to write. Even before September 11th, I guess the pathetic nature of the events of the last ten months, from the theft of the election and appointistration’s funding of the Taliban, to the Arsenic in our water supply, I have just become burned out, and I feel as though I am beating my head against a wall.

It is a shame it takes a tragedy to bring people together. Perhaps that is what such insane terrorism never takes into consideration. Or perhaps they just don’t understand the nature of the Human Spirit. I’d say American Spirit, but after the generous outpouring of emotion I’ve witnessed from the farthest reaches of this globe after what will no doubt, hopefully, go down in history as the worst acts of terrorism not only on American soil, but anywhere, I know it is so much more than just American Spirit, although our spirit is formidable and unique nonetheless. I can’t help but believe that the American Spirit has somehow become part of the Global Consciousness.

I keep feeling that we are the Whos in Whoville, and someone has tried to break our spirit, only to find just the opposite has occurred. We are all closer now. America is closer, as well as the globe.

But just as we Whos are finding the good in all of the horror, the Grinches are also showing their true faces. Hate lives everywhere, even here in our house, on our shores. Attempting to turn brother against brother, American against American, the Grinches are busy spewing their poison, even on national television. From the numbers of bigoted ignorant who blame anyone of Middle Eastern decent, and don’t know that by definition, the word “Islam” literally translates to the word “peace”; to religious leaders, wrongly using the mask of “Christianity” to blame their fellow citizens for the atrocities. Even those who are screaming “war” and “revenge” and would, if they had sole control of The Button, push it now, without any specific target but a geographical spot on the globe that is already a pile of poverty stricken rubble, and has been for an age.

Make no mistake; these abominations of humanity who are our neighbors, do not have the best interests of this country and its citizens in mind. They are blinded by hate, and live only through their own narrow-minded selfish ignorance. They are equal by definition, word, and deed to the terrorists themselves. Terrorism must not be tolerated, but mindless retribution is just that, mindless.

Can we Whos, just by our own loving, nurturing, generous, and courageous natures, turn their hearts like in Dr Seuss’ magical tale? I can’t say. Most of them are so blinded by their own hate they cannot see it in themselves.

I do know this: They do not compare to the heroism I have witnessed this week. The many firefighters, police, canine units, and countless rescue personnel, from ironworkers, medics, and ordinary volunteers, to the millions across the country who are doing everything they can to help in anyway. Giving blood, funds, food, shelter, clothing, even children writing letters and drawing pictures of thanks and encouragement, the nationwide candlelight vigils and patriotism, neighbors speaking to neighbors, flags everywhere. The tireless webmasters who have struggled to keep people abreast of the events – even the media, as biased as much of it is, has risen a notch on the whore scale, broadcasting for almost 100 hours commercial free. It has been one of the biggest outpourings of love, and support I have ever witnessed not only here in America, but globally.

Today, I am still hoping for someone, like in the India quake, to miraculously be pulled from the rubble alive. I am hoping someone is checking on the pets of the many in New York City, and DC that will never make it home again to love and feed them. I am hoping that all the heroes, many who are risking their lives to help those who may still be trapped, know how much America values what they are all doing and that the Herculean effort of their labors are more important right now than any revenge might be.

I am also hoping that maybe, just maybe, the Grinches will be moved by the amazing formidable spirit of the Whos and begin to open their eyes to hate, and recognize it for the terrorism it truly is.