We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
What do terrorists really want? To be in charge...of the world, your life, your religion. It is a totalitarian ideology. Conquer the enemy. Just like Genghis Khan, the Vikings or any other group of warriors. I will not compare it to Nazis in WWII, because the terrorists are using barbaric means to achieve this goal.
I realized after I hit 'submit' that my barbarism comment would probably be objected to. What I meant was that these ISIS terrorists are using medieval means - burning, drowning, chopping off heads - that the Nazis did not use. They were modern warfare types. But I do realize the Nazi barbarism came into play with medical experimentation, concentration camps, etc.
I had a small epiphany this early am and thought I would ask your thoughts. DC is coming apart--"the center cannot hold".
With so many federal employees in DC fearful of loosing their jobs, and so many hysterical liberals intent on making the newly elected government look bad, we have a situation where anyone in DC Government will be seeking ways to give away "secrets" to any media close by. "The Center cannot hold"
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?