So, the FBI and the NYPD arrested a group of four pathetic losers who planned to commit acts of terrorism in New York. I'm glad they're headed for prison, even though it turns out that they're utter incompetents whose aspirational plot wouldn't have gone far enough to get them arrested if the authorities hadn't been stringing them along from the beginning. What's notable is that, unlike similar schemes that were disrupted during the last eight years, this time no one is freaking out over it. A dead on post like this one is completely unnecessary. Maybe we're slowly coming around to this realization:
For any American (at least any American who isn't patroling the streets of Mosul or trying to run down a story in the hills of Afghanistan) to be afraid or anxious about terrorism seems to me as peculiar as being afraid or anxious about being eaten by a shark, or murdered by a serial killer. After all, sharks and serial killers exist, but if I went around obsessing about the possibility of being victimized by either I would be considered cowardly, or paranoid, or both. Now if I were diving for abalone or surfing Mavericks it would be understandable to be a little anxious about sharks. But, when it comes to terrorism, 99.99% of Americans aren't surfing Mavericks -- they're in a shopping mall in Topeka, inside of which (apparently) a good number of them are worried about land sharks.
Maybe it helps that we no longer suffer under a Cheney administration that feels it needs to keep people in a state of fear.