Creaky door, cobwebs, echoing footsteps, blow dust off keyboard in great cloud, blog

(Brizoni sez):

Al Qaeda to target embassies. Embassies? That's the big threat? Have I fallen into a time-warp, landing in an alternate 1993 with slightly worse pop music?

Or has the war on terror been such a thundering success that the Jihadis have scurried back to the terroristic equivalent of TP-ing houses? Has attacking essentially random Middle Eastern countries in retaliation for a homeland assault sent the message to the [I need an epithet as or more caustic than "sand-nigger" that doesn't have the collateral damage against other cultures I don't have as big a problem with] constituency that provoking the US is like playing Don't Wake Daddy with a hammer?

OR, it is just the opposite: Has the war on terror been such a bloom-off-the-rose disaster for the specter of US military might that the Tusken Raiders think they can just slack at this point? Will we really capitulate after they bomb a few embassies in African countries even Rand McNally forgot were there? Have we so lost our stomach for a fight we'll let any A-holes spread whatever clitoris-ripping-out-with-pliers religion they feel like wherever?

Here's the big thing the Western world has going for it: We've taught ourselves to be ashamed of what dicks people naturally are. So many other doucebag cultures have yet to do that math, and we have to live on the same planet as them. We think of this as the super-shiny future, only 5 or 6 generations away from Utopian abundance and security, each man and woman armed w/ toys that can rearrange atoms into whatever tickles our future fancy, but in the grand scheme, we're a select few chimps who've built elaborate twig structures, surrounded by a lot more chimps who passionately hate even that meager achievement. (No, I still can't get over what a savage goddamn time I was born in.)

Feh. Nothing I can do about it tonight. Maybe writing more Robots vs. Zombies will cheer me up. Or maybe everything I come up w/ in this mood will (barely) covertly say how shockingly, overwhelmingly high the top of the mountain looks from here.