Who’d A Thunk It?
Maureen Dowd composing a Newmanian period … make that “question:”
If we can’t catch a Nigerian with a powerful explosive powder in his oddly feminine-looking underpants and a syringe full of acid, a man whose own father had alerted the U.S. Embassy in Nigeria, a traveler whose ticket was paid for in cash and who didn’t check bags, whose visa renewal had been denied by the British, who had studied Arabic in Al Qaeda sanctuary Yemen, whose name was on a counterterrorism watch list, who can we catch?
While the old gray lady (not Maureen) breathlessly catches up to dotCommonweal:
Let us be clear: the system did not work.