Saturday, September 11, 2004

E tu, N.K.?

It's the end of the world as we know it, And I feel fine.

Answer me, Mr. President, are we safer today?

There were real threats in the world. Real, scary, prepared enemies whom it may or may not have been wise to engage. But we didn't go there. Maybe because we weren't assured victory (or whatever Iraq is, exactly). Maybe because . . . well, a 1000 third-rail reasons. And now, regardless of how reasonable, valid, or right action elsewhere in the world would be - we're strategically sunk.

But maybe these guys might have needed the smackdown a wee bit more.

I'd say a MUSHROOM CLOUD is a pretty good indicator of WMD. Ya think? And we've known for awhile. We blew it on the short-bus country. The easy mark. The dorky, mean kid no one liked, but who wasn't the bully he once was. And now, this.

This story is developing, clearly. Maybe it won't be tomorrow's big story. In fact, I hope it's not. But if it is . . . if it is, well, welcome to our world.

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