We all want to feel safe.  To feel like nothing can touch us.  Sometimes we even fool ourselves into believing it.  Then Tuesday, September 11th, 2001, happens.  Everything goes up in the air.  Suddenly something as simple going across the country to visit family or friends becomes a major undertaking.  Fear brings out the worst in us.  Suddenly, the guy who sells you the paper every morning becomes suspect of being something far more sinister.  Suddenly, everyone is the enemy.  Well, why don't we all whip out the white sheets and ride around stringin' up everyone who doesn't have the right skin tone or prays to a different god.  Let's not stop there, though.  Why not get rid of the old people who drive too slow in the fast lane, the teenagers who drive too fast in every lane, the lady that thinks that she's a special case and can take 15 carts through the express check-out, the old man that smells a like he hasn't showered in a few days (and probably wet himself in the meantime), the person who thought it'd be funny to put Braille keys on an ATM when they knew good and well that the LCD display couldn't be read by the blind....actually, we probably SHOULD get rid of that guy...  Anyway, my point is, as long as we're blinded by fear, everyone is the enemy.  We might as well all move to Montana, buy us some shacks and start sending "literature" to the Washington Post so that people will read about the evils of canned soup.  That's fine for you, if you want, but I'm sick of it.  I refuse to let my life be ruled by the possibility that the person I'm talking to could harm me just because they're the same race/nationality/religion/whatever that the people on DATELINE NBC said I should be afraid of.  Screw them and if you believe them, then screw you, too.  Fear, if you want me, come and get me.  As of now, you no longer exist for this monkey.