Well ....
Challenger78 said:
You Yanks never fail to surprise me.
One
might think you would have learned by now.
To the other, I decided ... twenty-three years ago, I think ... that nothing would ever surprise me again. Obviously, I have failed. But it's worked for some things. One day I came out of work and my car was stolen. No big deal, you know? What can you do? One day I got to work and learned that the World Trade Center was burning down. The only real surprise about it was that someone finally got around to taking a swing at us; I wondered when that would be and where they would hit us. The last seven and a half years? Worrisome, to say the least. Unexpected, to a certain degree. But when you stop and think about it, the Bush years fit perfectly into the ongoing American decline; one would think we would eventually get around to this sort of shit.
What surprises me? Grotesque stupidity. No, no, I don't mean the people who thought Iraq was a good idea, or who still think that Bush is somehow a good president. (Even I can find a context to describe him as a success.) To the other, I'm a bit taken aback by the depths to which people will reach to justify the state of things. I'm a bit befuddled by the things intelligent people are expected to believe. I am bemused, to say the least, at the current election cycle. But surprised? How naive need I be in order for these things to surprise me?
Of course, when I was fourteen, everyone fretted about the music the kids were listening to. They didn't seem to worry at all about the idea of sending us hunting on our own. Perhaps this seems strange to some, but if so they haven't been paying any real attention.
It is almost surprising that it took until this whole War on Terror thing for so many of our friends around the world to tire of us. Then again, humanity is not exclusively an American condition.
Of course, leave it to my international neighbors to defeat the purpose. Or maybe they just don't care. After all, they can't possibly be so stupid as to fail to realize that the insertion of useless, nationalist chest-beating into a situation like this only helps ensure that nothing useful is recognized or accomplished.
Neither is
that surprising. It is, in the end, a matter of priorities. And as long as one person's misfortune should help to satisfy another's penis envy, those priorities are damnably predictable.