I'm tired of the psedo intellectual hypothesising on the wrongs and rights of this war against no one we are entering. For, against... it doesn't matter. We're all just sitting around, wanking to the glorified sounds of our own voices, our own clattering keyboards. As this point, we all know nothing. Chances are, we'll continue to know nothing. Get on with your lives.
No, really.
I don't mean it in the way that the frightened economists mean it.
I mean that you need to quit your ramblings, and remember how your life worked two weeks ago. Go back to it. Quit being paranoid little dipshits. Quit trying to puzzle out all the factors.
You're acting like a cancer patient whos fatal illness has become their sole reason for living.
The point of terrorism is fear.
And that's what all this is.... it's fear. It's not self righteousness (though it is heavily tinged with that particular foul odor) it's fear. And it's pathetic that we've given in to it.

I just want to be able to amble through LJ when I get home without seeing more self aggrandizing armchair socio-political experts expounding on 'how things really are'

You don't know.
None of us really know.
So quit trying so hard to fend off the boogie monster with sure sounding words.