Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Remember air-raid sirens. . .

Remember air-raid sirens and the absurb practice of crawling under your desk, hands over the back of your neck, face down to protect your from the anticipated Russian nuclear attack? Then, you're probably over 45 years old and maybe, as tragically-amused as I am at the "new" search for safety under other trojans. The amusement fades quickly, however, at the harbinger of a potentially ominous future reality referred to as the Patriot Act. More to come.. (isn't there always? And wouldn't it be dull, if there wasn't?)