ZoNotes: Stop, What's That Sound...
The Anticlimax
It's Saturday afternoon and I should be outside enjoying the fair kisses of this fine fall afternoon here in Washington. Now that Beltway assassin John Allen Mohammed is in custody in Montgomery County, simple things like standing at the gas pump and stopping by the grocery store for a jug of milk and some bon-bons become celebratory, expressive acts.
I have a sense of relief that my prediction that Mr. Mohammed would be shot dead in a gunfight unprecedented in American history did not come to pass. The 3 AM takedown earlier this week was a masterstroke for law enforcement, especially after the joint task force was maligned at the beginning of the week and characterized as ineffective in the face of, shall we say, a faceless threat.
All that said, we need to stop and realize that the principals involved in setting up and executing these attacks can be easily duplicated and applied to other major cities. Mr. Mohammed played upon a previously unexploited dynamic in post-9.11 Washington, shutting down schools, extracurricular events, and disrupting the lives of the body politic in a way that the Al Qaeda attackers did not achieve. The threat, bundled and amorphous as it seems to be in this world of Code Yellows and grainy videotapes of puny men proclaiming apocalyptic doom, also comprises the lone maniacs of the world.
And now, what happens next, you ask? The upcoming trial of the Mohammed/Malvo pair should be interesting. Many jurisdictions want to dispense justice. The page now turns from lonely intersections and parking lots to the courtroom.
Wordplay
"Saturday Isn't Worth It If You Didn't Build Up To It All Week..."
The Anticlimax
It's Saturday afternoon and I should be outside enjoying the fair kisses of this fine fall afternoon here in Washington. Now that Beltway assassin John Allen Mohammed is in custody in Montgomery County, simple things like standing at the gas pump and stopping by the grocery store for a jug of milk and some bon-bons become celebratory, expressive acts.
I have a sense of relief that my prediction that Mr. Mohammed would be shot dead in a gunfight unprecedented in American history did not come to pass. The 3 AM takedown earlier this week was a masterstroke for law enforcement, especially after the joint task force was maligned at the beginning of the week and characterized as ineffective in the face of, shall we say, a faceless threat.
All that said, we need to stop and realize that the principals involved in setting up and executing these attacks can be easily duplicated and applied to other major cities. Mr. Mohammed played upon a previously unexploited dynamic in post-9.11 Washington, shutting down schools, extracurricular events, and disrupting the lives of the body politic in a way that the Al Qaeda attackers did not achieve. The threat, bundled and amorphous as it seems to be in this world of Code Yellows and grainy videotapes of puny men proclaiming apocalyptic doom, also comprises the lone maniacs of the world.
And now, what happens next, you ask? The upcoming trial of the Mohammed/Malvo pair should be interesting. Many jurisdictions want to dispense justice. The page now turns from lonely intersections and parking lots to the courtroom.
Wordplay
"Saturday Isn't Worth It If You Didn't Build Up To It All Week..."