Just heard about this man getting shot by air-marshalls. Of course, it is far too soon for me to make any intelligent comments on the subject, which is just why I have a blog. First, I couldn't help laughing at the report offered by the person in charge of air-marshalls or something like that, which include the phrase "The air marshalls fired shots...and, in fact, he is now deceased." As if it was a sudden and coincidental heart attack or something.
Then there are all the actual implications of this, which just boggle the mind. A success of security? A failure that he got it on the plane in the first place? Look, terrorism is alive and well? See what happens when we annoy the terrorists in Iraq? What foolishness of patriotic craziness that got an innocent nut-bag killed? Well done alertedness, all? It's a fascinating feeling standing on the cusp of a story that's about to go in a billion crazy directions, before anything has happened, when we are free to say what we will and later feel really really stupid for being wrong. By tomorrow, the story will be swept into the stream of news, but so far the talk show hosts, who actually broadcast hours before I hear them, haven't talked about it, which means that it has a surreal, up-to-the-minute feel to it. And the best part is that it doesn't even have an attendant tragic edge to it, really, unless you feel bad for the poor kook/evil terrorist, depending how it turns out. But since I don't, there is really nothing to mar the joy of watching this story about to unfold.