164. On Secret Bunkers

Briefly - there will be more later - at yesterday's Democratic Party party in Frankfort, a person came up to me and said he knew the location of the Secret Bunker from which, like today, I occassionally post. I use the line as a sort of running joke when posting on some weekend mornings from my favorite place to get a cup of coffee and gather intelligence of both a geographic and cultural sort. Dan Borsch, the person identifying the same, deduced it from clues dropped here and there, although it wasn't something I was trying to hide. But it occurred to me that we should recommend Dan to the president in his search for Osama Ben Laden - that is assuming we are still searching for Ben Laden, the man who is credited with the attacks of September 11th. Are we still? Or are our military forces busy in places whose wealth is not found in the secret bunkers of religious zealots, carried too far and which must be corrected. Rather, are we engaged in the plains and deserts of Iraq and Afghanistan - and soon to be Iran in all likelihood - because beneath the surface of their sovereign lands lays a precious commodity which we want, and are willing to go to war and incur substantial loss of life - nearly 3800 Americans thus far - in order to get it?

Unrelated, but on a more positive note, my oldest nephew Jacob turns 18 today. Happy birthday Jacob.