London is suffering. So we will gaze unflinchingly at mangled corpses and stare, riveted with anticipation as the reporter asks the woman with 3 children
how she feels now that her husband is dead, identified, we are told, by his splintered bones and shattered teeth.
And while we weep and rage, organize and mobilize, and rinse ourselves clean in the shower of carefully timed anecdotal praise of triumph over tragedy, small but powerful associations, bonded by their shared emotional blight, will consider how best to use our empathy against us.
I hate that I have become so cynical, that I MUST BE so damn cynical. But here it is, the ugliness we have wrought by allowing ourselves to be governed in place of governing ourselves.
We have seen the stacked, desiccated corpses of the Holocaust too many times. Like Geraldo Rivera's mustache, the images have become iconic: Pavlovian reminders to avoid repeating our mistakes.
But the stinging significance of Auschwitz and Dachau is not that Nazi Germany was evil, but that all humans are capable of evil acts. Far from pessimistic, acceptance is always the first step toward recovery.
I am NOT suggesting the attacks in London were planned, coordinated, or condoned by members of our or the UK's government. But experience has convinced me that they will seek to use this tragedy to their advantage.
For the next week or so, we will be run over with media coverage about these attacks against England. And if we are not vigilant, the treasonous acts of Karl Rove and Robert Novak will be nothing more than bug splatter on the MSM's windshield.
We must be respectful, we must stop and bury the dead, and we must mourn. But in the coming days, we must also clearly affirm that we do not forget and will not be distracted from our DUTY to expose the new despots who have seized power in our great country.