March 19th, 2006

wistful, sell the world, snape

Three years...

Three years ago on this date, I wrote this:

But I'm scared of what's going to happen in the next few hours, when my nation finally stops being the good guy. Not that Saddam is the good guy either. I think this is going to be a war in which there are no good guys.

There are no good guys. My world is a colder and bleaker place today.


It's strange to realize how oddly prescient I was.

Not that it makes me any happier, you know.

So, what do we do now?