I’m Not Scared
By Or as Roy says:
Sentient New Yorkers — and probably sentient individuals anywhere — have already internalized the idea that we can all be killed at any time. A life of fear doesn’t suit us. Since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is it to leave betimes? Get real.)
The idea of going into hysterics over every possible terrorist threat–in addition to being precisely the reaction that suicide bombers (BTW, does Fox still call them “homicide bombers”?) want and expect–is like being afraid to drive to work because of the statistical probability of getting into a car accident, except that the odds of the latter are considerably worse. The Roger Simons of the world are welcome to live their lives in abject fear, as if they were George Steinbrenner flunkies or me considering whether to approach a woman at a party or something. Me, I think I’ll proceed with my day-to-day life as scheduled, even the parts that include riding in trains under the East River.
(Don’t miss Roy on the honorary patron saint of one of New York’s seedier institutions either.)