Safety
When he's right, he's right*. Christopher Hichens on "safety" in the name of Islamic terrorism:
Meanwhile, the administration is giving a gigantic hostage to fortune in claiming that its policies at home and abroad are "making America safer." It will take only one atrocity to make that boast seem worse than hollow, and this in turn will tempt many liberals and Democrats into demagogy. ("They couldn't make you safer, but I can. It's time to bring our boys home.") It's difficult to imagine a state of greater vulnerability, both physically and morally, and both at home and overseas. We can bring "our" boys home, but "their" soldiers are already here, and in place, and training, and waiting. There will be further outrages and slaughters, all across this country and Europe, as there already are in the countries of Islamic civilization, and the crucial thing will be how we respond, not how we "predict" what is already certain or rehearse our whinings and complaints for when the blow falls.
[wik] Of course, when he's wrong he's a shallow, pretentious, dishonest, name-dropping gin-drunken fat old hack with a mean streak he routinely mistakes for charming contrariness.
[alsø wik] In a refreshing turnabout from the usual platitudinous pap proffered to the populace, people in pursuit of a bit of bracing honesty can take heart from the President's remarks of yesterday: "Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we."
Mmmm.... honesty tastes like bile in my mouth... or is that just fear?
[alsø alsø wik] As usual, I have a song lyric to suit every occasion, in this case a very on-point lyric about how scary brown people are in their own country, and how nice it is to have a gate at the top of the road.
The Clash / Safe European Home
Well, i just got back an' i wish i never leave now
Who dat martian arrival at the airport?
How many local dollars for a local anaesthetic?
The johnny on the corner was a very sympathetic
I went to the place where every white face is an
Invitation to robbery
An' sitting here in my safe european home
I don't wanna go back there again
Wasn't i lucky n' wouldn't it be loverly?
Send us all cards, an' have a laying in on a sunday
I was there for two weeks, so how come i never tell
That natty dread drinks at the sheraton hotel?
Now they got the sun, an' they got the palm trees
They got the weed, an' they got the taxis
Whoa, the harder they come, n' the home of ol' bluebeat
Yes i'd stay an' be a tourist but i can't take the gunplay
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wik,
wik,
"They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we."
And neither do I. The difference is that I (and, I hope, the present admin) are thinking of those ways in order to have some idea of what the enemy could, and would like to, do.
Sigh. Even as stated, taken out of the context of the surrounding sentences, that made perfect sense to me. But maybe I'm weird.
Kathy, that's a very healthy
Kathy, that's a very healthy and well adjusted way to look at things. I don't seriously mean to suggest that Bush & Co. are out to destroy Amurrica. I just like the dada.