…seven, eight, nine, ten… yup, all fingers and toes still attached. Head, too!
America celebrated the Fourth of July with increased security. There was no specific plot, and no ISIS attacks happened here on our greatest national holiday. (Why strain yourselves, ISIS? We do more damage to ourselves with our fireworks with about 7,000 holiday fireworks injuries? The highest rate of emergency-room-treated fireworks injuries is among children ages 5 to 9—oh, the horror!) Yet we will soldier on with our SWAT teams at the ready: in the capital of the free world, “We operate… like there’s an elevated threat level at all times.”
The Displaced Plainsman seems to share my distaste for mingling security theater with Independence Day:
If the land of free is disconcerted, the home of the brave is also suffering a bit of an identity crisis. A nation that once had nothing to fear but fear itself now tells its citizens to be very afraid and live under the motto “see something say something.” A government created, media led effort to create a panopticon of citizen informants who tell the state about any activity that might indicate one’s neighbor has become a “radicalized lone wolf” has more than a little similarity to the East German Stasi [Leo Kallis, “Some Sardonic Musings or Independence Day,” The Displaced Plainsman, 2015.07.04].
Living our lives in constant fear—that means the terrorists have won, right?