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Adventures with an unreliable narrator.
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Feb 13 03: for the record
Lots of gallows humor here in town these days, all masking the anxiety hanging over New York and its inhabitants. Should the unthinkable occur and the lot of us get vaporized, I’d like to state a few things for posterity:
- Earth has been a fun place to be. Thanks to all of you who contributed. If I end up dead, I’ll do what I can to bring you love and good fortune from wherever I end up. If somehow we come through this mess okay, I’ll buy you a beer.
- Dubya felt that the best way to defuse the resentment and rage directed at our nation by a significant percentage of the Mid-East was to poke Iraq repeatedly with a pointy stick. If I end up poxy or radioactive as a result, I point the finger from beyond the grave: you, sir, are a dope.
- I think it’s safe to say that two years ago we had the respect of most of our allies in the West. Now, because of our leader’s unilateralism on matters military, economic, environmental, and otherwise, much of that goodwill is gone. Where once we led because we were respected, now we lead because we are the biggest bully around. Whether or not I am dead when you are reading this, I point the finger again at George: you, sir, are a dope.
It’s not that I or anybody I know thinks that Mr. Hussein is any sort of a nice guy. But there are a lot of people who disagree with how this is being handled, and those who claim to act on our behalf don’t care. And I’m a little frightened that my neighbors and I are going to be asked to be accountable for his actions anyway.