Split Decision: Does altering actions mean terrorists win?
Lauren Ira, a spokesperson for former Trenton Mayor Tony Mack, bounced through the Trenton Transit Center yesterday morning, spotted me seated then asked the $64,000 question.
“What’s that police officer doing with a shotgun out front?”
Ira, who got out of Dodge before the Feds convicted Mack for numerous corruption charges, arrived after my daily coffee which had not erased a growing cynicism regarding government, politics and punk-ass people.
“He’s out there trying to make everybody feel safe. Don’t you feel it, Lauren?”
The morning after a terrorist attack at an Ariana Grande concert at Britain’s Manchester Arena, U.S. law enforcement and New Jersey Transit police rolled out bells, whistles and whirling lights in an attempt to dilute terror.
Commuters delivered their regular morning dashes onto trains unprotected by searches of machinery or potential passengers with an ax to grind against U.S. interests.
Terrorists, monsters or losers could damage our country’s economy with one fire cracker explosion inside an Amtrak train while it pushed through the Hudson Tunnel.
Anyone worried and bothered about Manchester have surrendered to the wishes of world-wide terrorists. They have you running scared and offering crosseyed concern, seeing something and saying something.
Our human experience had been doomed from the start. We were innocent until understanding that this all ends via cancer, gun, car wreck or old age.
More than 151,600 people die daily, not exactly a large number considering that about 8 billion humans wander Mother Earth.
Just the fact that we have a number in the lottery makes u vulnerable to disease and death.
Still, knowing how this ends and then begins, understanding the time constraints, should shift our attention toward living in the moment.
They could plant a bomb in a movie theater. Well, let’s not go to the movies then.
They could plant a bomb in the high school basketball gymnasium. Well, let’s listen to the game on the radio. They could ..... You get the point. Yesterday morning included a ticket search for a U2 concert or any other significant musical performance that will satisfy an 18-year-old son just days away from high school graduation. He’s driving now, too.
The goal is to align my thoughts with Alfred E. Neuman’s “What me worry?”
The prayers are always the same for both son, daughter and every person connected with this living and dying man. God, protect them. Protect us. In life and perhaps even death.