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Wednesday, September 11, 2002


This afternoon at the baseball game - it seemed as good a way to go-about-your-American-life as any - during the MatrixVision observances that took over the seventh-inning stretch, a thought came to me utterly unbidden: First the World Series, and then Baghdad by Christmas. That's not a notion or a timetable I've had before. And no, I don't think it's going to be a cakewalk. An awful lot of people are going to die - of lots of nationalities and allegiances in some very unexpected places and ways - and an awful lot of things are going to go horribly, bloodily wrong. If we don't have the patience and wisdom - two things Americans are not noted for - to stick around and nurture a functional Iraqi society out of the rubble, it might turn out to be a wash in the long run. And there will be rubble. It would be wonderful if there were some way to avoid this, but I can't see one ahead. War now or war later - and later is worse, by every plausible scenario.

Baghdad by Christmas. Go, little meme. Go forth and infect.

posted by Kelly | 9:07 PM link