Then I took a half-hour nap, and when I woke up we were at war. Immediately I began canvassing the city. We have all been writing our leaders for months, hoping for a ferocious bombing attack that would do little or nothing to stop the genocide being committed against the Kosovars, but would inspire hatred for the United States. The thought that we had a new chance to become a patriotically united nation of self-destructive idiots swept me with a wave of nostalgia I haven't felt since Vietnam. Let's get deadly serious now, and review the situation.
Nobody tends to like the unvarnished truth.
Yugoslav President Slobodan Milosevic is, indeed, an evil, pig-faced murderer who is energetically committing genocide against the Albanian population of Kosovo, a region not much bigger than Wayne, Oakland and Macomb counties together. One month ago, Kosovo had 2 million people. Today hundreds, probably thousands, have been butchered, and as of last Sunday night, something like 400,000 of the rest had been driven across the borders, into Macedonia, Turkey, Albania itself, and other countries struggling to feed and shelter them. These are all poor places with few resources, and more arrive every day. Once again, thanks to a combination of ignorance and arrogance, we seem to have failed to understand our adversary.