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June 05, 2002

Well now. Nothing has caught

Well now. Nothing has caught my interest today, not really. What a world we live in, when a blown-up bus full of charred commuters becomes routine news. Nothing special. Days like today I'm so proud that we came down from the trees and lost our knuckle-callouses. We certainly do put those opposable thumbs to fine and noble use.

In other news, they're looking at a Kuwaiti as the operational planner behind September 11. Ingrate.

A peculiar thing to see at the end of that article:

"Mohammed has not been charged in connection with the attacks, in which hijacked airliners crashed into the World Trade Center, the Pentagon and a field in Pennsylvania, leaving more than 3,000 dead."

In case you missed it, or have forgotten. September 11, 2001 has already been encapsulated into its one-sentence summary, ready for the textbooks of the future.

And now, I'm off to do a little dance before the Gods of Relocation, that they may bless me with a humble abode far from this Big Urban Target.