…just look at those horrible lines at the airport.

Just look at that man having his scruffy topsiders screened four times, that woman’s lovely underwire bra setting off the metal detector, that huge pile of confiscated nail files. Don’t we all feel safer now.

The thought that really niggles at the back of my mind when I think of the war-we’re-at is that we aren’t: no one declared war except for the guy who isn’t supposed to be able to.

We’re engaged in battle, that’ I’ll grant you, but we’re not at war. Not properly, anyway.

That fact that all these fund allocations and Acts and Bills are being moved along to support a war effort that isn’t an official war effort is vaguely unsettling, moreso because no one’s really saying anything about it.

Do wars actually get declared any more? Vietnam never was.