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Select 911 Links

The Education of a Holy Warrior by Jeffrey Goldberg for the New York Times Magazine, June 25, 2000

An Afghan-American speaks "You can't bomb us back into the Stone Age. We're already there. But you can start a new world war, and that's exactly what Osama bin Laden wants."

Greetings, America, My Name is Osama Bin Laden... ABC reporter John Miller recounts his May 1998 hour-long interview with Osama bin Laden at his camp on a mountaintop in southern Afghanistan.

Rumor Central from urbanlegends.about.com -- no, Britain was not attacked on the same day, and there weren't more than four planes.

Afghanistan Vows Revenge if U.S. Strikes It; Leader Says Bin Laden Not to Blame -- "We have suffered so much. Every night so many children go to bed hungry," said Zalmai, a teacher who like many Afghans uses only one name. "What do we have to live for? Let the rockets come and set this whole country on fire once and for all."

Jeffrey Zeldman on being in New York:
  My Glamorous Life No. 54: 911.
  My Glamorous Life No. 55: Day Four.

Common Valor -- "But in the midst of tragedy we do well to recognize that these firefighters did not loose their lives. They gave them."

Firefighters Fund -- I've seen other links, but this one is the one I trust the most.

Similes for Two Political Characters
  by Percy Bysshe Shelley
  (08/04/1792 - 07/08/1822)

As from an ancestral oak
  Two empty ravens sound their clarion,
Yell by yell, and croak by croak,
When they scent the noonday smoke
    Of fresh human carrion: -

As two gibbering night-birds flit
  From their bowers of deadly yew
Through the night to frighten it,
When the moon is in a fit,
    And the stars are none, or few: -

As a shark and dog-fish wait
  Under an Atlantic isle,
For the negro-ship, whose freight
Is the theme of their debate,
    Wrinkling their red gills the while -

Are ye, two vultures sick for battle,
  Two scorpions under one wet stone,
Two bloodless wolves whose dry throats rattle,
Two crows perched on the murrained cattle,
    Two vipers tangled into one.


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