Duct Tape Blues

I made it one more day without being a victim of Iraq's WMD. Today is another Orange Day and I am reminded about the good ole "Duck and Cover" days when I was in grade school. The nuns would have us drill on how to crawl under our wooden desks in case the russians dropped an atomic bomb in the vicinity. They told us that if we were in the playground when an atomic bomb was dropped to grab loose newspapers and to wrap ourselves in them and lay down flat on the ground. I think the same guy is still around. This time he has some company and they are telling us that we need complete disaster kits. We need to watch out for dead birds. I think the next thing they will advise us is to make sure we have our wills and testaments in order. I watch birds, I see them soar, sing, fly, feed, gather twigs to make their nests. Somehow I prefer to watching them like I am used to and not stare at them waiting for them to drop because my government says they might. Why does my government want me to be as afraid as Bin Laden wants me to be?