Ultimately, I Do
Hmmmm. Well it seems the plot to blow up the New York Stock Exchange, the plans and notes and analysis or whatever they found on the 25 year old guy the Pakistani's fed us to keep us off their backs about rounding up the rest of the terrorists they're harboring, were put together before 9 - 11. These plans were evidently updated as recently as January of this year, but basically, there was little reason to scare the populace other than to take the bloom off the rose in the aftermath of the Democratic Convention.
Why not just, you know, send the security guys into the buildings and, you know, stake them out, check for explosives, take pictures of any evil guys with foreign looking faces who happened to be lurking about (and not scare the shit out of the white Anglo Saxon populace). Still, if it works, if it gets Bush re-elected, well OK, I can understand that. I'll leave the water cans and the field rations in the car, though, engine idling, ready to hit the road in four wheel drive with a full tank of gas on a moment's notice, Emmy cat howling and me hunkered down driving, the mushroom cloud rising in the distance. I should probably take all the tape off the windows, though. I think I read somewhere it's not good to live in an apartment that's taped up like a tomb.
Are we done?
Certainly. You do your little political spiel and then you get down to the important stuff: How was lunch, what's for dinner, anything interesting today in the mail?
And do you really believe the current administration pulled this stunt for political purposes?
I don't like to think so, but I guess ultimately, I do.