The month of September brings several anniversaries. Star Trek fans worldwide will be celebrating the 40th anniversary of the original TV show. September 9th also marks the 40th anniversary of the death of Carolyn Muldowney, my paternal grandmother. September 6th thru10th marks the 550th anniversary of the real Dracula, Vlad the Impaler, being crowned prince the second time.
Of course there is the fifth anniversary of 9-11. When I first found out about the attacks, I thought it was a case of domestic terrorism, like the Oklahoma City bombing. But when I found out the 9-11 attacks had been masterminded by foreigners, from the Middle East, I felt we were in for still more trouble. I remembered a 1998 made for TV movie, Earthquake in New York, which depicted the Empire State Building collapsing in the same manner as the Twin Towers. I regretted that I did not have real superhuman powers so that I could rescue people in need.
If the real Dracula were still alive, he could take deserving action by impaling masterminds of 9-11. What a gruesome and symbolically appropriate deed to have those devils on display, writhing and screaming in agony, on the sites of the Pentagon, the former World Trade Center, and the place in Pennsylvania where United 93 crashed. In order to honor that day I baked a memorial cake.
If any of you are going to gatherings held on the 11th you should see if organizers are doing any commemorative actions. While a moment of silence is no doubt respectful, you might suggest that five minutes of silence are observed. One minute for each of the five years that have passed since that dreadful day.
September 1, 2006
Once September begins, it means the end of summer, although summer is not officially over until about the 20th. But it’s the end of fun times and back to school for millions of children and teenagers.
I always was depressed when I had to go back to school, because it meant being saddled with a multitude of topics, and being pestered by parents and teachers to get good grades. Some topics, I had more trouble with than others, but I was pressured to excel in all of them. I always was told I had a big enough brain to be a genius, but never made the honor roll. I was castigated for failure to do so.
But what I hated the most about returning to school is that it meant encountering discourteous students who gave me a bad time and made trouble for me. I would be repeatedly told, “Ignore them, and they’ll stop bothering you,” but results were not what I was told they would be! The higher in grade levels I ascended, so did the bullies, who became more resourceful in course of time so that their misdeeds increased in cruelty. It was most nightmarish in college, because I had to live on the campus during the week. Those students allegedly were grown up, and had access to me day and night. But their misdeeds were abominable, and when I reported them to the faculty, instead of acting grown up and accepting their penalties, these malefactors called me “big baby” and threatened to do me in! These wrongdoers were not expelled from school for their atrocities.
I’ve stated before that these bullies deserve to be severely punished later in life, when they last expect it - most likely in that their children will be bullies, so that they, the previous bullies now parents, will have to take action and be forced to remember their previous misdeeds!