Friday, October 14, 2011 at 6:30pm (ET) - “#14 Revelation” When Plant Creatures attack major cities around the world, The Team is eager to join the fight alongside the Justice League. Instead, Batman assigns them a still more dangerous task – taking out the plants’ masters: a secret society of super- villains: the Injustice League!
My bum of a sister owns my dog’s brother. She’s the biggest failure on the planet and drinks herself into a drunken stupor every night and lets any man have his way with her like a fucking whore. Except whores have the smarts to at least get paid. This poor dog is left alone all night long, and the past couple days my pathetic excuse of a sister hasn’t even been coming home and picks the dog up at 11am or 12pm the next day, comes to my parent’s place, then passes out for the remainder of the day. I feel so bad for this dog it makes me physically ache. He needs to be taken away from her, but she’s so fucking selfish she’d never let that happen. And she’s daddy’s little princess so my parents won’t even try to take him away. Granted, I love the dog because I’ve known him since he was 7-weeks-old and he’s the brother of my own dog, but this is just not the home for him and I don’t think I could take care of both dogs on my own.
This is straight up animal cruelty. This poor dog has developed serious psychological problems from this. He’s so depressed he locks himself in the bathroom (in the dark) for the majority of the day, he follows my sister everywhere she goes (even if she’s just going to the bathroom), terrified she’s going to leave at any moment. And in the evening he starts crying and barking when my sister puts her makeup on because he knows that means she’s about to take him home and be left alone all night long. And my sister is so fucking self-centered she’s incapable of seeing the situation from anyone’s perspective but her own, so to her, the dog is just fine. She’s even had the nerve to say, “Most dogs are left alone all day when people go to work, he’s fine!” Okay, first of all, at the most these owners only work about 8 hours. She’s leaving the dog alone for 10, maybe 12+ hours. Secondly, I’m sure a good portion of these people at least have dog walkers, and if they live in he suburbs, they have a fucking yard. That excuse is 100% invalid.
And it gets even better. She has the nerve to criticize me because I almost never leave my dog alone, I always make sure he’s with someone whenever I have to go to class/work. I’m pretty damn sure spoiling your dog a bit isn’t nearly as damaging as psychological torture and abandonment.
It’s so frustrating having a close relative who so desperately needs to go to rehab and turn their life around but won’t. But until the dogs came into our lives, I could at least say, “You know what? She’s ruining her own life and that’s on her.” But now she’s destroying this poor dog’s life, and I love the dog so it’s just so heartbreaking to watch.
I was 11-years-old in my sixth grade art class when I heard about the first plane hitting the World Trade Center. A the time I only knew the World Trade Center as the Twin Towers, so I didn’t grasp the true horror of the situation until my brother came to get my sisters and I and we passed the principle office, full of children whose parents worked at the World Trade Center crying hysterically. I’ll never forget that monstrous cloud of smoke hovering over the city and my brother, who is always composed, grabbing his head in shock and repeating “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god” over and over again. And that smell - it’s indescribable but every New Yorker who was living here at the time knows it well. When we got home, before we could open the door my mom swung the door open, sobbing, and said, “I saw it fall.” But the worst part was turning on the news that night and seeing footage of civilians in Afghanistan dancing in the streets. I will never ever forget the image of an Afghani citizen holding a sign that read, “Afghanistan is the most beautiful graveyard for Americans.” That was the first moment in my life where I felt true, seething hatred - I could feel it in my very bones.
But in the end, the terrorists lost. Ultimately 9/11 brought America together. American flags were everywhere, and I remember seeing a man on the news who would stand over a tunnel every day waving a big flag as cars passed. Despite all this animosity between political parties and whatnot, every year on this day everyone puts those issues aside and remember those who made the supreme sacrifice 10 years ago, and we remember we are one nation and we are strong.
I was unbelievably fortunate that I didn’t lose anyone close to me on that day, but as I watch the reading of the names on the news, I can’t help but feel like I did. 3,000 of them. I hope they can all finally rest in peace.