Waiting is hard, but I suppose it beats the alternatives.
I can’t do it any more. I can’t think about Afghanistan and Bin Laden every single day. I need to start thinking about other things. It’s not survivor guilt, or even (just) a sense of helplessness. It’s that America is in a kind of phony war interlude; we know something is going to happen, but we don’t know what or when. (And I hope it either happens soon or waits until the spring; if history has taught us nothing, I hope it has taught us that land wars in Asia in the winter are unwise.) And I think, and I worry. The phrase "NBC", for "nuclear/biological/chemical" is being tossed around. Paul O’Neill is reversing his previously stated opposition to a crackdown on money laundering in offshore banks, but Senate Republicans are still working on jamming Alaskan wilderness refuge oil drilling legislation through. War game planners are probably hard at work trying to figure out what’s next, having already established (in the "Dark Winter" exercise, starring Sam Nunn as the President) that the government "currently lacks adequate strategies, plans, and information system to manage" a large-scale bioterror attack. And it’s autumn. The moon is full. The air is getting a little more biting. The apples have started to come in. Half of all Americans support making Arabs carry identification, even if they are citizens.
Waiting is hard, but I suppose it beats the alternatives. None