. . . in which I wonder whether I'm playing the role of queen of the world in new clothes, or whether I'm the little girl amongst the throng lining the procession route, who says: "Why doesn't she have any clothes on?"
Insofar as I have never experienced throngs lining my procession - but have often felt part of a faceless crowd in which I [apparently alone] am saying "I really don't understand this. . . . - I am hoping it's the latter.
Meanwhile, it appears that President Obama has started a bit of a shell game as to just who it is America is fighting against. No, it's not Muslim nations, nor Islam. Al-Qaeda is bad [for now] as are "extremists", but the rest of us are fast friends forever, to hear him tell it. Now all we have to do is get together and take care of the "bad guys".
Now - how do you tell which ones those are, again?