Bad Déjà vu. I woke up early this morning and stumbled out to the kitchen to the sound of the bubbling coffee maker, Morning Edition on the stereo. The coffee cuts the haze slowly and the central processor begins to tag and catalog the incoming data. Bombs. Umpty dead. Al Qaeda. England. Immediately the frames of New York, Washington, Madrid coalesce around the data and impressions and ideas begin to form:
The Chimperor is resolute.
Traffic is backed up on the I-17.
NPR is playing the Sad Music Segues.
My mind races ahead. Visions of post processing by Brit Hume and Joe Connason. Crafting the message around the goal. Sales of SUVs take a slight dip and GM lays off 30,000. Musicians cut a tribute album. Sales of duct tape spike. The stock market soldiers on. We collectively come to the conclusion that least interrupts our lifestyle.
If nothing changes, nothing changes.