I was going to write a personally indulgent piece of bullshit. Yeah, I know, no surprise.

But, then a waive of guilt overcame me. Through a series of stupid things, I ended up outside of a staff meeting at work with my cell phone at the ready. I talked during the 9-11 moment of silence that started the meeting. I’m a loser.

Then and therefore and ergo, here’s my ubiquitous September 11 post. What can I say? I lack wisdom, I lack political chops, I’m no foreign policy wizard, and, well, I’m a fucking moron. Still and all, apparently Osama is still doing his thing, and our president is still a goddamn idiot.

Here’s a 9-11 tribute for you — Why don’t you admit it, finally, at last, or maybe General Petraeus could do it? Admit that Iraq is bullshit and when it started had nothing to do with terrorism. Probably does now, I’ll give you that. Admit a whole fucking bunch of U.S. soldiers, Americans and Westerners with different jobs, like journalists and mercenary construction workers, and another giant bunch of civilians, unlucky enough to live in the bombing neighborhoods, have died or been hurt. Yup, blood and destruction from hubris and whatever the fuck else is leading you, GWB.

Here’s to Bush and Cheney and all sorts of neo-cons who have since fled the sinking ship of state. When you look back at the two towers in your mind, imagine the most vilely craven federal administration in the history of ever and what they did in response.

Don’t slap a yellow magnet in the shape of a loop-de-loop ribbon symbol. Nope, write a letter to Congress and try to end this fucking war.