How fascinating it is to sit at home and watch while this menace is permitted to reach the point of no return. Almost as gripping, in fact, as following the jaunty itineraries of suicide-murderers as they calmly buy their one-way tickets, in cash, on airplanes bound for our cities. The similarity between these two passive experiences is quite riveting as well: In both instances, we lavish billions of dollars on intelligence agencies that cannot make sense of elementary forensic evidence, that coddle and excuse our enemies and treat us like criminals as we try to travel ourselves, that meanwhile leave us unprotected under open skies, and that run a full-employment bureaucracy from which, it seems, nobody can be, or ever has been fired.
