You ready to sit around your job, at your home, at your parks and wonder where the next dirty bomb is going to go off? (Not quite strong enough to kill massive amounts of American men, women and children - but enough to kill a few dozen in the blast radius and injure hundreds more; not to mention make many extremely ill from the radiation poisoning and the litany of cancers it causes in the unsuspecting bodies.)
Then there is The Fear, beamed directly to you 24 hours a day by our smiling news media.
Saddam's gone, but the latest tapes from Osama say that the occupation of Saudi Arabia and Iraq and Palestine must stop or another bomb will be unleashed in a U.S. city. He gives us the time, but not the place. One bomb has already gone off in Anaheim - little bodies and Mickey ears everywhere; makes for riveting television. "Where are the Peace Marchers now?" Rush Limbaugh asks on his nationwide broadcast.
Will you watch the news, will you go to a cabin with your friends and drink wine in the San Juans, or will you stay home, going about your business? It's a Wednesday night for Christ's sake. You have to work in the morning.
So what if it's Code Red all the time now. You have customers to help and deals to make.
Insurance seems meaningless and the markets are down. Business is off from last year, but the promise of summer has the sales staff excited.
