in which i compare terrorism and angry protestors to a Leonard Bernstein musical
Lileks: Iíve no reason to say this, but: my antennae are twitching. I have this feeling that 2004 is going to feel a lot like 1968. But itís just a feeling.
The above quote stems from his discussion on the Great Blog Blackout of 2003. I was all set to dismiss the idea that the DOS attacks on Hosting Matters was somehow a harbinger of things to come. I mentally scoffed at the thought that blogs were of any importance in great War Against America.
To quote Lileks again, Itís like hearing reports from Alaska radar stations of peculiar blips on the screen. Someoneís testing something.
I've been living with this feeling of unease for about two weeks now. It's like that phantom tarantula that crawls up your arm when you are watching a documentary on spiders.
Remember Tony in West Side Story? He finishes up work at the drug store and Riff tries to talk him into going to the dance. But Tony's doing the dance for one, that stalwart of movie musicals. He gallops down the street, swings around the streetlamps and sings:
There's something due any day
I will know, right away
Soon as it shows
It may come cannonballing down
Through the sky
Gleam in its eye, bright as rose
Of course for Tony, that something was something good. It was Maria, feeling, oh so pretty.
There's no Maria in my something. Hell, there's not even a Rita Moreno. Oh, there's a dance, alright. And that dance, just like the one at the school with the Sharks and the Jets, will have two enemies dancing around each other, aligning themselves, creating too much tension.
There will be a rumble soon. Perhaps the DOS attack is just the pre-dance routine. It's Bernardo feeling out Riff, trying to see what he's made of.
There's a definite rumble coming. There's gangs lining up on every side; the terrorists here, the protestors there, the pro-war people, the Jew-haters, the Death To America crowd, the extremists and Bush haters; it's showdown time in the back alley!
We've been dancing too long. The tension in the gym, all decorated with flags and anti-flags, depending on which side you are standing on, well, its become unbearable. We're gonna rumble like it's 1968.
Bernardo has sent his henchmen out to scan the possibilities, throw a few wrenches in the cogs. Bernardo is watching to see how the Jets react. Bernardo is moving in, slowly, steadily, more subtle this time than last. It's just a matter of figuring out who our Bernardo is. Muslims? The anti-war crowd? North Korea? So many gang leaders, so little time to prepare the right defense.
Don't know when
But it's soon
September, 2004, New York City. Right now that's the likeliest place for the dance to end and the real fighting to begin.
[Update: I should clarify that I really don't think the DOS attacks are anything more than America-haters with their panties in a bunch. However, it has just added to my sense of foreboding. In all honesty, I think our greatest threat to national security right now would come from an uprising within our country. See, 1968. As James said.]