Get ready for it, boys and girls. Your annual proctologic exam by Dr. Katie. Dr. Katie, or one of her associates, cannot wait to ram the probe called nine-eleven so far up your backside that you cannot do anything except panic. The object is to shove that probe from your arse to your brain to short out your ability to think about the mess that Prezinut Dimwit has made. Katie’s breath quickens a little just at the thought of it.
Spot says pucker up and just say NO!
Katie won’t be the only one. Peggy Bakken, executive editor of the Sun newspapers, recently invited readers to recount their stories of that horrific day.
People, self-pity is not an attractive human attribute. There are, of course, a lot of people who mourn legitimately. But most of the rest of us do it only vicariously and badly. It has led us to make or permit a lot of really, really bad decisions about protecting ourselves and our foreign policy.
And it won’t stop until we stop accepting the probe called fear.