'Plaint of the Playwright

'Plaint of the Playwright

[ Monday, October 08, 2001 ]

Here comes another day.

And it seems we are finally At War With Someone.

My mom and I had another heated discussion about the subject this weekend, and I still don't know how to feel about it.

She's concerned (and that's putting it lightly) that if we worry too much about Peace, we'll be left open to future attack, and in the meantime, we're not doing anything.

My concern is living in a country with a government that says: "We're going to war with this other, smaller country. We're not going to tell you why or give you any evidience, but just be assured that we're Doing The Right Thing."

This worries me.

My mom's reaction to this, when I mention it to her is: "You want a reason? Look at the New York Skyline. There's your reason."

But is it a reason or an excuse?

Believe me, I want it to be bin Laden. And, given the new evidence presented, it makes it look a little more likely.

But you can't tell me there weren't other suspects in this thing.

These are, admittedly, upsetting thoughts.

I wish I could stop myself from having them.

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