Oh what strange days.  I recall Rumfield's words early on: something to the
effect that we do not know who the enemy is, where the theater will be and we
do not have a timeline, BUT WE ARE GOING TO WAR!  Hallelujah!  War sweet war.
 Someone once said to be loved by the Great Unwashed, all a leader has to do
is to create some horror, real or imagined, from which to deliver them.  It
is starting to appear that this "War on Terrorism" may have the hypnotic
power to justify anything.

What is particularly scary to me is that over the past few years I gotten to
know the guys who were fighting the "War on Drugs" (but not on snow days or
when their kids had a soccer game or any Federal holiday or on rainy
Mondays...) who are now assigned to our new threat.  Believe me, you can
count on them to calculate how many minutes of service it takes to retire
from the government, but there are two things you do NOT want to depend on
them to protect: your Constitution or your ass.

Rich