"The world is not a lodging-house at Brighton, which we are to leave because it is miserable. It is the fortress of our family, with the flag flying on the turret, and the more miserable it is the less we should leave it."
-G. K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy
This here blog is a glimpse or two or three at the condition of the 'fortress of our family' through the eyes Timothy Goddard, a Christian writer with an unhealthy interest in politics living in the Puget Sound area.
It's quiet... too quiet It's quiet right now, I think. Not that no one's talking, but no one's saying anything new. Even the much ballyhooed Oriana Fallaci piece (which is still worth reading) doesn't add anything new. The UN is bickering and debating until its collective throat is sore, though we all know it won't matter in the end. The waiting is fraying everyone's nerves. Because of the waiting, things like the assassination of the first democratically elected Serbian prime minister go on very nearly unnoticed. Things like a bombing of an Indian commuter train are hardly mentioned. Even the passing of a ban against infanticide barely rates a mention. As important as these things are, they almost seem like they are not, in comparison with the Next Big Event, the edge of which we are teetering precariously, and the silence regarding that is deafening, and involves too much talking for even my tastes. The Lieutenant's right--the clock is ticking--but he posted that nearly a week ago. The clock's ticking, but we can only hear it, not see it, so we don't know when the alarm goes off.
That's apparently the goal, though. Endless ticking. Well, endless until someone else sets it off. Certainly not the US. No, no. That would be wrong.