So we’ve been having fun with light topics during the A to Z Blogging Challenge here, but today lightness isn’t around. Lightness dissipated into a cold, nagging fear last night when the US — without the permission or knowledge of Congress — launched nearly 60 Tomahawk missiles into Syria.
We don’t know what will come next. Putin, who probably instigated the strike, is now talking action against the US, and is refusing to honor an agreement to reduce the risk of in-flight collisions with US planes. He’s been itching for WWIII for years, trying to provoke countries to act by buzzing their airspace and making big statements; last night, the man unsuited to the office of the presidency may have given him his opening.
A useful tool. A useful fool.
And we do not know what the price will be.
This is a new kind of fear for those of us nestled in the arrogant comfort of the US, a country that’s always interrupting and always “manspreading,” taking up as much space as possible. A country whose citizens are always jerks in TV shows from other English-speaking countries. A country largely untouched by its own global footprint.
We’re touched now.