Wow. I found something on the Internet that makes sense, and it was even in the comments section of the Hardball blog. (Don't ask me what I was doing there.) The bad spelling and questionable grammar don't even bother me. It's just...a great comment.

My greatest fear, as it applies to this issue, isn't terrorism. My greatest fear isn't whether the many crack-pot conspirist theories about George Bush or even Dick Chaney are true or that there are so many crack-pot conspirists running around. My greatest fear is that we allowed fear to creep into our moral, social and political consciousness; that it so dominated our frontal lobes to leave us entirely void of all standards related to who and what we were supposed to be. The American ideal (not Idol, ty very much ;) was pushed so far to the background that we never asked whether we should, only that we could (note butchered and not-so-subtle reference to Mr. Goldbloom's famous quote in Jurassic Park). And, as long as there were sufficient scared and wimp-label-phobia driven politicians to never bother to question the absurdity of this notion, well...why not? Is it going too far to suppose they seemed to have so short-sightedly weighed the political pros and cons as to have entirely missed the point; that life-or-death moral dilemma they were about to plunge the entire country into? But what's a moral dilemma or two when there's a re-election to win? Your friend in feedback, Freddie P.S. There's a hole in the sand somewhere with my name on it. And, I'm sorry to say, there are times it wishes for my return.

Thanks, Freddie - whoever you are.

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