Dear Glenn Beck

You're hosting a big event in Washington tomorrow. An event at which you hope to recreate the spirit of September 12, 2001. You say you want your fellow Americans to feel the way they did on the day after the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center.

On September 11, 2001, I was living in lower Manhattan. I witnessed the destruction of the World Trade Center towers from a distance of about 15,000 feet.

I was a fucking zombie. When I was finally able to focus once again on my job I saw, walking to and from work, the heartbreaking handmade fliers taped to walls and polls and newspaper boxes begging for information about lost loved ones.

Eventually, I learned that a friend of mine had been killed on that awful day. A hero, who had run into the crash site to try to help people.

You want your fellow Americans to feel the way they did the day after 9/11, Glenn Beck? That's awful. I don't wish that on you. As vulgar and vicious and hateful as I think you are, I would never wish on you the kind of pain and confusion I felt that day and for so many days after.

If you would like to honor this country and the heroes who have ennobled it, please try shutting your fucking mouth.