Nahhhnlevven was one such moment. Even insofar as the term (and day) itself. What are the chances it was random chance – coincidental – that the events of that day happened on that day out of all the 365 days of the year? On Nine One One . . . the day-term people in America associate with an emergency? Does it make sense that the "Islamic terrists," as The Chimp styled them – and by the way, where have they all gone? – would chose that particular day, for that reason?

That it just happened to be that day?

On that day, I happened to be in DC, where I was still working for The Washington Times as a member of the editorial page staff. Almost on cue, the editorial department there – and suddenly everywhere else – was referring to "911" rather than "the terrorist attacks" or similar terms you'd expect them to use organically.

As if on cue. Like Myna birds prompted to speak what they'd been taught to say – and just as unconsciously.

I also remember seeing the initial local-network coverage of the attack on the Pentagon. Of the too-small-for-a-757 hole in the side of the building, with unbroken walls on either side and no damage above the hole, where a 757's vertical stabilizer ought to have caused damage. Nor were there "punch out" holes on either side of the hole, where the wings and huge jet engines that powered a 757 would have caused such damage. Or at least, where you would expect to see such damage.

And – to this day – not one photo or video of a 757 in the air, approaching the Pentagon – notwithstanding it was a beautiful early Fall day and there were hundred if not thousands of tourists about with cameras and the area itself is peppered with always-on security cameras. Keeping in mind that this attack was no surprise, as the attacks on the Trade Center had already occurred and everyone was aware that airplanes had been crashed into the Twin Towers.