Category Archives: insecurity

a message to those who assault rescue workers

This morning was the latest – and most extreme – example of violence directed toward rescue workers in New Orleans. To those who dare shoot at or assault rescue workers: You are the lowest of the low. There is abolutely nothing that justifies your actions. While I realize that help has been slow in coming

i ain’t marching with ‘em

Apparently at last night’s Democracy for America/DC for Democracy Meetup, there was a move to endorse (in a non-binding way, per the organization’s by-laws) the United for Peace D.C. Anti-War Mobilization – a three-day-long protest against the U.S. military presence in Iraq and Afghanistan, as well as against many other things. Due to another engagement,

the silence is deafening

Just watching the BBC News, which had wonderful coverage of today’s silent vigil for the victims of last week’s bombings. It was truly breathtaking to see thousands of Londoners stopped in their tracks, perfectly still and silent for two minutes – a most moving scene, to say the least. It reminds me of being in

scott’s non-answers

Gotta love how BushCo is flailing right now. First, their poll numbers – especially on the public’s trust of Bush and his character – have plummeted. And his talk-dog, Scot McClellan, keeps stonewalling. And he says that such probing questions hurt. It amazes me what happens when talking heads have to go off-script – especially

do they really understand security?

Just heard this morning that Metro is considering spot-checks of passengers’ bags in the interest of “increased security.” Say what? If there’s one way to really piss off Washingtonians, it’s to add further delay and misery to their commute. And the lot who rely on Metro for their ride are especially sensitive to anything that

security and the theatre of the absurd

This morning’s terrorist attacks in London have brought forth a sea of thought and emotion. Firstly, as the day progresses, I recall vividly where I was on September 11, 2001. I was teaching a class in Metarie, LA, having flown down the previous evening. I’d heard about the attacks on the World Trade Center, but