bunnySteve Marmel is quite the drama queen:

It’s Christmas day, and the only thing that stopped 12/25 from feeling a lot like 9/11 was a failed detonator and a guy named Jasper Schuringa. Weather now seems like a quaint travel threat – like a cold does compared to the Bubonic Plague.

It’s December 26, and the last of my guests arrive keenly aware of what happened over the skies of Detroit. Across America, everybody’s gut tightens and old fears and old wounds re-open.

Without polling everyone in America I’m going to hazard a guess that, outside of the friends and family of people on Flight 253 (NEVER FORGET!), most Americans went about their Christmas day by opening presents, eating, playing with their new toys, going to movies, watching basketball and football, and spending time with family as opposed to shitting themselves and cowering in the basement.

Not everyone feels the need to insert themselves into The Great American Fear Machine every time something bad happens or almost happens. Unlike Steve Marmel, some of us manage to carry on and go about our lives without giving ourselves over to the life vicarious.



Yeah. Like I would tell you....