April 17, 2009
Oh, America.  Are we really this jaded?  So ceaselessly hip and blasé?  And eager to judge every single thing that passes in front of our bleary eyes? I remember a simpler time, before irony and hyperreality dictated our every decision.  A time when we would give a war a chance to be a war. Because who knows? The Next War could be a battle against centaurs and Cyclopes!  A skirmish with demons and fallen angels!  A scuffle against robots and Predator drones in the very name of God himself!

Oh, America.  Are we really this jaded?  So ceaselessly hip and blasé?  And eager to judge every single thing that passes in front of our bleary eyes?

I remember a simpler time, before irony and hyperreality dictated our every decision.  A time when we would give a war a chance to be a war. Because who knows? The Next War could be a battle against centaurs and Cyclopes!  A skirmish with demons and fallen angels!  A scuffle against robots and Predator drones in the very name of God himself!