9/11: How Mass Murder Gets Turned into Media Exhaustion

I really hope that no national holiday gets created for 9/11. Already, before the Madison Avenue juggernaut has really had a chance to fully exploit this day, exhaustion is overpowering me, and perhaps others, because the collective media melded mindset simply cannot approach the subject with anything like an original or critical intent. God help us when five more years pass and we start having ad blitzes like this:

We're exploding prices on our 2011 SUV line!

We're terrorizing high prices!

Osama may still be on the loose, but you can catch our 9/11 end-of-summer sale and beat the terrorism of high prices!

You get the idea.

In addition, of course, the criminal empire that is BushCo. is inventing new levels of ghoulishness by parading the animated corpse of Dick Cheney onto "Meet the Press" and ordering Condi Rice to repeat her mantra, "No one could have imagined [fill in your fuckup here]." In all this masturbation, politicking, and ass-covering, the people who deserve to be able to reflect on their own and actual experiences are having their memories blighted or obliterated by the media onslaught, to wit, "Your experience is meaningless unless it is filtered through OUR lens."

It's the ultimate tyranny--now you can't even experience your own tragedy, unless Auntie Katie or Uncle Bryan read it to you over the teleprompter. Those who died and those who loved them are still under attack by an engine of commerce that knows no limit to avarice and has no inkling of shame or reflection. By turning this event into the carnival of thumbsucking that it has become--just another means to sell toilet bowl cleaner and skin care products--the greed that drives everything ultimately triumphs any pure opportunity for uncovering truth, because it just might cause the traffic in goods and services to stumble for a moment and notice the gaping chasm that our culture is hurrying toward, arms clasped full of worthless shit heads full of simplistic answers.