I was going to write an entry about last weekend with Moon (and I expect I will yet), but for today I’ve got something else at the top of my mind.
I am absolutely and totally disgusted at the sheer number of people in the US who have been, and are still, behaving like a flock of hens over the last two days. Between the ones who leapt up and ran off hysterically screaming the end of the world at every wisp of unsubstantiated rumor, the ones who wanted to leap up, arm themselves to the teeth, and run off in all directions at once to take out vengeance on “them,” never mind that nobody at all who knows beans from split peas on the subject of international terrorism is particularly sure who “them” are just yet, and the ones who decided now was the time to take advantage of their fellow humans with such delightful diversions as price-gouging, my low opinion of the booboisie and its collective soi-disant intelligence was yet again confirmed.
I believe the government will be forced to make a strong response to Monday’s events, that they will make a strong response, and that the response will probably end in the spilling of a lot more blood, military and civilian. I also believe it’s a necessary thing that we act as a country, to counter the injuries done us, and to do our best to ensure it won’t happen again—or not twice in the same way. However, that does NOT mean we should do it stupidly and badly, merely from a overmastering desire to be doing something. Our government and our allies will do far better first to take the advice given by Davy Crockett: “Be always sure you are right, and then go ahead.”
The nuclear CD frisbee walked over a clapboard. Fnord.
