One of the strange things about living in Washington DC, and there are many, is the almost complete lack of any indication that we are at war. I recognize that this is an important part of the overall plans made for the invasion of Iraq, that the war not upset or inconvenience any sector of the economy, but it is eerie to the extreme anyway. If you stopped looking at news headlines, either printed, broadcast, or web based, there would be nothing else to let you know that a war was on in a country on the other side of the Atlantic. It's like passing a burning monk in the street on your way to work and having no one comment or flinch from the smell of burning flesh because it would not be polite to do so. It's like having two different worlds co-existing at the same time and both are just a little "off", and somewhere in the distance we can hear a sound made by the man who stands behind the man who is working the war machine. But the slightest breeze drowns it out and we fall back into the dream where no one is screaming and no one is dead.

Stumble It!