John Cole said this so I didn’t have to.
I stumbled on some of the coverage of yesterday’s attempt to blow up a Northwest Airlines plane (you could tell it was “Northwest” because of the word, “Delta,” on the tail) on CNN (“Coddling Nevous Nellies”). I was channel hopping. None of the major networks was doing wall-to-walleye coverage, but CNN was covering its heart and popping nitroglycerin pills like mad.
I listened to a snippet.
The anchor was interviewing by phone one of the passengers from the plane. I don’t have the conversation verbatim, but it went something like this:
Anchor: Were you scared when it was happening?
Passenger: Not really.
Anchor: How about now, now that you’ve had a chance to think about it?
Passenger: No, not really.
I cut the television off.
The anchor’s disappointment at not being able to foment fear was thick as asphalt on a hot summer day and twice as icky.
I remember a time when Americans weren’t expected to be afraid, be very afraid, all the time.