I was in NYC on the 10th, wandered Central Park on the most beautiful of days. Walked down Lexington to go have a drink on the top floor of the towers. Got to the Chase tower where there's a building with gigantic pilons on the four corners, and no building for the first 10 floors. Have no idea why, but I got spooked and just had to get out of there. Flew home that night and when I looked out the window, the setting sun was reflected off the towers. The next morning, my wife waked me up and the first tower was burning.
The part of the world where those murders came from is the home of Satan, so far as I can tell. Aside from oil, no real reason for it to exist, or people to live there. I am astonished when I fly to see so many people from those hell holes working around the planes.
I remember flying about 2 weeks later and all of the passengers agreeing among themselves that if anyone does anything odd, we'd take action immediately! There was a fella in a turban, from India, who was quiet as a mouse, hoping no one would come get him because they didn't know his ethnicity. If anyone rushed the cabin, they'd have been killed.
It's beyond me how we got talked into allowing all those so-called refugees come here. Political correctness is all about manipulating us all by calling us names because we don't trust people from the Middle East. A quarter of our present population were born since 9/11, and they didn't have the experience of evil coming here as it did.
Many of my NY friends and clients shared about the people they lost. Thank God so many offices there weren't full of people when the planes hit.
The more I do, the less I accomplish.