I take your entrance back. Can’t let you roam inside my head.

Eleventh anniversary of the terrorist attacks today. So by now the entire internet and news media have discussed the significance of todays date. Everyone has posted “where they were” when the news hit. Everyone has discussed the heroes of that day.

I did in fact think about todays date eleven years ago. You know what I thought about? An old girlfriend I was involved with back then. Yes I thought about the terrorists attacks and that horrible day, but I also thought about lost love and to happier times in that regard. Contextually speaking of course.

I was out driving around with my father today and as we passed a car dealership with its typical four thousand square foot flag at half mast, I asked “who the hell died now?” He replied that it was for 9/11/01 and it hit me.

A good friend of mine recently pontificated and I am going by memory here, that he was sick of how every little burp or fart in this country and the flags go to half mast. Lowering flags to half mast are reserved for only national mourning or distress, deaths of significant heads of state and ordered by the President or a State Governor.

Dont get me wrong 9/11/01 is a national day of mourning. Although I have to ask and wonder about the significance eleven years later.

When do we as a country say “F-You” terrorists! We as a nation have mourned our loss, we hunted and killed your gutless leader like a pig. We mourn no more. Not for terrorists outside the country and certainly not for some sick kid in Colorado who couldnt make friends and get laid from time to time. Not for some firefighter who falls off a ladder during training, not for some cop getting ran over blocking traffic in an intersection.

We are the people of the greatest nation in the world represented by a single flag. Stop screwing with it and lowering it every time some jerk gets out of the wrong side of bed or someone doing an inherently dangerous job willingly, unfortunately dies while performing those duties.

Shit happens. We know when to mourn and take care of each other. We don’t need to compromise the collective strength, dignity, and greatness of our entire country by constantly easing that strength, dignity, and greatness of our one and only symbolic representation.

Unless its World War III, the death of a President, or Jenna Jameson fly that damn flag high and proud for the world to see. We can still mourn and support each other if the needs arise.

Yes I remember where I was eleven years ago today. I was greatly saddened by the brazen attacks on our home soil and the needless loss of life. I was also planning a weekend getaway trip to Key West and in love. Guess which event over the years since 9/11/01 I think back to more and more as each year passes.