The 9/11 victims' relatives are being paraded out now (it's like Westminster). They all just seem like opportunists at this point--it's been nine years, do you still need to do this grandiose public form of grieving and recounting of the events of that day? People don't typically do that for deceased relatives. Suck on this, Moliere.
The firemen are beyond reproach. They don't make shit, are never camera whores talking themselves up (the only time you see one on the news is when one of them dies in a fire). No sense of self-importance or over-inflation of what they do (not that it needs any). I should go donate to FDNY after I finish this.
Firefighters aside, all others are rife with trite self-importance and over-inflation of meaning in this day. Your brother didn't die for freedom, we weren't attacked because of our freedom, other countries more than likely don't give a shit about it. They're probably just pissed that we have our military in their backyards or that one of our errant bombs blew off their cousin's leg. Pretty straightforward.
Our species should work more on controlling our emotions, as it seems like most of our faults arise from succumbing to emotion over reason. The prospect of a southern jackass preacher burning copies of the Quran is inflammatory, it panders only to emotions. If the retarded southerners attending this church could set aside their anger (small penis) or jealousy (small penis) or whatever emotion it is that is provoking this maybe they would see its stupidity.
Or, burn the Quran, why should anyone give a fuck. It’s paper and ink; nothing happens to its abstract teachings and messages (I don’t practice Islam but I’m assuming that’s a fair statement). Same for the Bible, Book of Moron, the American flag, whatever.
People have more in common than they think. Whether it’s an overweight black woman on Maury trotting out five potential baby daddies or a rambling Islamic extremist strapping on a bomb (or the director of HR where I work making a federal case out of such mission-critical tasks as turning in an old ID card and what to call the room where supplies are kept), people LOVE to overreact and dramatize. People love attention. Everyone's a fucking whore these days. Garrrrrrr.
If we get a day off of work, hell yes it should be a holiday.