Age of Hysteria
10/2/14

    When I was a hippie child- way before personal computers or even lap tops- I was a war protester-but only once. A dear friend went with me. Apparently, she had courage issues, because she arrived semi-drunk and high on wacky weed. Ran into a couple of lamp posts along the demonstration route as I recall.
    I joined the march out of boredom as opposed to idealism, having no idea what I was getting myself into.
    At first I strutted along proudly, pumping one black-banded arm enthusiastically and shouting

    "PEACE NOW!!! PEACE NOW!!!"
   
    Then we turned a corner, and faced a gauntlet of police cars with automatic weapons mounted on the hoods, fire hoses, and German Shepherds the size of small ponies. That was when I started looking for an alley to duck down. Back then, I knew them all. Luckily, the march continued peacefully.
    Back in the sixties-and early seventies-we were sure that the commies were gonna get us all. Now it's the terrorists. Anything is possible, but there is a limit on how much damage a small group of fanatics can do-even fanatics that know how to use Twitter.
   
    One war we can't afford to lose is the war on Ebola. The fate of the entire world is at stake if we don't help the people who are currently suffering from this plague. Small children are dying in pools of blood and vomit on the filthy dirt floors of holding areas because there are no doctors and hospitals to care for them.

    Even though our borders are as porous as fish net diapers, the terrorists might never find us.But Ebola will almost certainly come for us if we don't stop it now.