I was pretty groggy yesterday morning when TV coverage of the horror hit full, lower-lip-quivering intensity. It's easy to mistake this glurge for the official response, or to assume the pampered darlings on the screen somehow represent the feelings of an entire people. Don't count on it. Western Civilization will fight like a cornered rat once it has to -- and rarely even one second earlier. The clock is ticking. The ghosts of battles fought within living memory are stirring.
(The clock is ticking on my cold, too. I