"WE WERE PACKED IN LIKE SARDINES WAITING TO DIE..."
Right now I find myself at a loss to think, let alone analyze, and simply watch, sad and mindless, all the TV images of familiar places packed with emergency vehicles and the walking wounded. The odds are that no personal friends or loved ones were hurt or killed, but one never knows. And then disgust creeps in with the appearance of the smug, moronic face of the loathsome Bush, with the hint of a "told you so" smirk, and the indecent speed at which the fucking news commentators turn to self interest with no decent interval to grieve for London. Oh gosh, is America safe? Of course America isn’t safe, you schmucks. A pointless and disgustingly irrelevant war cannot be waged from a position of total safety. And finally there are the intelligence and Homeland Security officials and consultants, most of whom seemingly couldn’t find their own ass with a map, with their color-coded stable-door mentality, and the failure to realize that, while they’re expanding the police state and blathering about rapid transit, the next attack could just as easily by on a movie house, a sporting event, a rock show, a container port, or a nuclear power station.