September 11, 2003

For September 11, I was going to write a post about how gross I find it when people get all emotional about today, and about the 3,000 people who died here, but didn’t bat an eyelash at the savage genocide in 1994 of 800,000 Tutsis and moderate Hutus in Rwanda or the million Somalis who have died from the war and famine that rack their country or the labor camps and torture and forced abortion and sterilization with which China is destroying Tibet but then I passed an ice cream truck and all rational thought was driven out of my head by a desperate longing for a chocolate sundae with strawberry sauce.