. Something very strange happened to me this past week. I was seated in my library chair, mulling over current events, trying to make a few new year's predictions, which is the custom for commentators.
I was concentrating hard, when suddenly I saw before my eyes a headline from the NEW YORK TIMES. It read, "Congress Votes to End War; Troops Ordered to Abandon Iraq."
The view changed. Just as in Vietnam three decades ago, I saw Americans clinging to helicopters, trying to get themselves out of Baghdad along with friendly Shiite Muslims. There was massive confusion, bombs going off in the background.
And then, I saw pictures out of Afghanistan. Al Qaeda had toppled the new Afghan government. Marines and soldiers again were hurriedly boarding choppers. It can't be real, I thought -- but it was.
The next thing I saw was a picture of Palestine, where most of the al Qaeda terrorists had now gone. The Israeli government was in disarray, reeling under a series of huge bomb blasts in Jerusalem.
Country after country was falling to the Islamic fascists: Saudi Arabia. Turkey. Egypt. For the most part, the terrorists simply refused to ship oil, and what they did ship was priced at over $150 a barrel. It was a worldwide crisis. Europe quickly signed a non-aggression pact with al Qaeda in exchange for oil.
Then came the most devastating picture of all: panic in the streets of Washington, D.C., as a dirty bomb exploded not a quarter of a mile from the Capitol. Huge sections of the city were cordoned off, uninhabitable. Even people with the best protective equipment suffered serious radiation burns.
Projections were that the area would be off-limits for years. Then came the bombing of the Holland Tunnel, connecting New York and New Jersey -- then the collapse of the pillars of the Golden Gate Bridge.
The government threatened retaliation, of course -- but there was no one to retaliate against. The Islamo-fascists were spread throughout the world, and it was impossible to strike against all the countries that were harboring them or being run by them. Osama bin Laden himself appeared on Al Jazeera, boasting that he had known all along that the Americans wouldn't fight.
By now, most American television was not operating. But I could still get one channel. Talking heads were arguing frantically over how this could have happened. One man's voice stood out when he said, "It was all so foreseeable.
Once you rule religion a private matter, and declare all religions alike, no one in this country could understand the dimensions of a great religious struggle.
No one understood the clash of civilizations or the evil of Islamo- fascism. We didn't even have the language to describe religious beliefs anymore. Destruction was inevitable."
And that's when I woke up in a cold sweat.
It was 5:00 A.M. I went immediately to the front door. Good -- the newspaper was there. I flipped it open. There was nothing in the headlines except the confirmation fight over Alito, more quibbling over Iraq -- all the usual banter that goes on endlessly in the press. But as I walked into the house, my knees were still shaking.
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Something very strange happened
to me this past week. I was seated
in my library chair, mulling over
current events, trying to make a
few new year's predictions, which
is the custom for commentators.
I was concentrating hard, when
suddenly I saw before my eyes
a headline from the NEW YORK
TIMES. It read, "Congress Votes
to End War; Troops Ordered to
Abandon Iraq."
The view changed. Just as in
Vietnam three decades ago,
I saw Americans clinging
to helicopters, trying to get
themselves out of Baghdad
along with friendly Shiite
Muslims. There was massive
confusion, bombs going
off in the background.
And then, I saw pictures
out of Afghanistan. Al
Qaeda had toppled the
new Afghan government.
Marines and soldiers again
were hurriedly boarding
choppers. It can't be real,
I thought -- but it was.
The next thing I saw was
a picture of Palestine,
where most of the al
Qaeda terrorists had
now gone. The Israeli
government was in
disarray, reeling
under a series of huge
bomb blasts in Jerusalem.
Country after country was
falling to the Islamic fascists:
Saudi Arabia. Turkey. Egypt.
For the most part, the terrorists
simply refused to ship oil, and
what they did ship was priced
at over $150 a barrel. It was
a worldwide crisis. Europe
quickly signed a non-aggression
pact with al Qaeda in exchange
for oil.
Then came the most devastating
picture of all: panic in the streets
of Washington, D.C., as a dirty
bomb exploded not a quarter
of a mile from the Capitol. Huge
sections of the city were cordoned
off, uninhabitable. Even people
with the best protective equipment
suffered serious radiation burns.
Projections were that the area
would be off-limits for years.
Then came the bombing of
the Holland Tunnel, connecting
New York and New Jersey --
then the collapse of the
pillars of the Golden Gate
Bridge.
The government threatened
retaliation, of course -- but
there was no one to retaliate
against. The Islamo-fascists
were spread throughout the
world, and it was impossible
to strike against all the countries
that were harboring them or
being run by them. Osama bin
Laden himself appeared on
Al Jazeera, boasting that
he had known all along that
the Americans wouldn't fight.
By now, most American
television was not operating.
But I could still get one channel.
Talking heads were arguing
frantically over how this could
have happened. One man's
voice stood out when he said,
"It was all so foreseeable.
Once you rule religion a private
matter, and declare all religions
alike, no one in this country could
understand the dimensions of a
great religious struggle.
No one understood the clash of
civilizations or the evil of Islamo-
fascism. We didn't even have the
language to describe religious
beliefs anymore. Destruction
was inevitable."
And that's when I woke up in
a cold sweat.
It was 5:00 A.M. I went
immediately to the front door.
Good -- the newspaper was
there. I flipped it open. There
was nothing in the headlines
except the confirmation fight
over Alito, more quibbling
over Iraq -- all the usual
banter that goes on endlessly
in the press. But as I walked
into the house, my knees
were still shaking.
It was only a dream. We're
okay, I told myself.
Or are we?
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