Pax, Amor, et Lepos in Iocando

There's probably a law somewhere declaring that everyone has to try to be somewhat introspective today. It's probably not necessary--even those I know who've pronounced that they'll be avoiding all the coverage will be exposed to some of it. And I don't know what kind of cold-hearted **** you've got to be to not dwell on the events of last year.

Like most, I remember seeing the inital reports of the crash on TV (I was killing a couple of minutes before taking my second son to the doctor), hearing the confusion, the doubt, the fear as another report came in about the Pentagon (l was listening to the radio on the way to the doctor's), and then watching the first tower fall (holding an almost two-year old on my lap in the waiting room, being so thankful he didn't have a clue about what was going on, wanting someone to tell Matt Lauer to say something helpful or to shut up).

And where are we now? Patisan bickering about the war(s), the government taking away more and more of what makes us American, morality, religion, entertainment back to where it was a year ago.

God struck this nation, and we shrugged it off. What's next? What will it take to get this stiff-necked people to repent?