"The Quiet Anger" . Eleven September. Awakened to a true horror. Filled with disgust. Filled with anger. At the extremists' extremes. At the dark evil of hate-filled zealots. At the mutants invasion of American minds and souls. They broke through our skins and layed their eggs, and the scabies of terrorism burrows through our souls. . Eleven September. The cry went out: "Remember Eleven September". Words shallow, in an ocean of deep, passionate, anger. And someone said it.