By Michael F. Duggan
It was my own damned fault. Last night I watched the 2000 film Thirteen Days. When the world looks hopeless, I sometimes watch it or else pick up a biography of Franklin Roosevelt or George Marshall to remind myself that there was a time when there were good leaders in this nation and reasons for hope. I usually come away from Thirteen Days in a bittersweet mood reflecting on the promise and the loss of the Kennedy years and how a nuclear war was averted through crisis diplomacy.
As if the war in Ukraine is not worrisome enough, when I turned off the DVD player last night, I caught a news story about the two drones that were shot down over the Kremlin. It was like waking from an anxious dream in which disaster was avoided and into a nightmare where the threat of global catastrophe persists.
If the story of the drones is not keeping you up at night, you’re not paying close enough attention.