Jim Geraghty writes a blog over at National Review Online. I'm not endorsing everything he has said, but I found his litany relaying the surprises of the past 15 years moving.
Think back to about fourteen or fifteen years ago, and everything you thought you knew at that moment.I also appreciate one of the comments listed there as well.
You knew no president would be so reckless that he would get caught having sex with an intern in the Oval Office.
You may have worried about your kid’s safety at school, but you knew two alienated teenagers couldn’t turn their rage into a massacre.
You “knew” that the winner of the presidential election was the candidate who got the most votes.
You knew absentee ballots get counted, whether or not the race was close or not. You knew a vote was a vote, and “dimpled chad” was the kid in your child’s kindergarten class photo.
When you looked out at the New York City skyline, you knew it would look the same the next day.
If you knew where Afghanistan was, you knew those loons beating women and blowing up Buddhas were bad news, but they were on the other side of the world and you had a lot more closer to home to worry about.
You knew the only thing being sent through the mail that could kill you came from the Unabomber. You knew that if deadly poison ever came through the mail, it wouldn’t be coming from a government scientist.
You knew a giant company like Enron with a big corporate headquarters and commercials couldn’t be a big scam. After all, serious professional economists like Paul Krugman worked for them as consultants.
You knew that Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction. You knew that when the United States sent its troops into harm’s way, it knew the mission and how it would accomplish it.
You knew that American soldiers didn’t humiliate their prisoners for fun, and didn’t take pictures of it.
You knew that you could trust priests.
You knew that you’d never see a breast during the Super Bowl halftime show.
You knew that television news anchors checked out their sources before reporting a huge story right before an election. You knew that if an anchor got it wrong, other news media would jump all over them, and the defining mission of figuring out the truth wouldn’t be left to a bunch of no-names working in their pajamas.
You knew hurricanes could get pretty rough, but you figured every big Gulf Coast city was ready for them.
You knew that governors didn’t sleep with hookers, at least not the ones who started their careers as prosecutors busting prostitution rings.
You knew the value of your house would almost always go up each year, some years a little, some years a lot.
You knew gas prices went up and went down, but that you would probably never pay more than three bucks a gallon.
You knew not to drink the water in Mexico, but that food here in America – tomatoes, jalapenos, peanut butter, ground beef – was always safe.
You knew the Cold War was over, the days of Russian troops marching across borders and occupying parts of other countries were long gone.
You knew the markets could bounce around, but that nobody talked about them collapsing and another Depression descending upon us. Your money was safe in institutions like Lehman Brothers and Bear Stearns, you spent your paycheck on gadgets at Circuit City and the Sharper Image, furniture from Bombay Company, books from Borders and toys from KB Toys, and the Big Three in Detroit would always keep making cars. The last thing you would ever see would be the big guys on Wall Street going to Washington and begging the federal government for cash.
You knew that recessions usually ended within a year; they didn’t drag on, with high unemployment, year after year after year…
You figured you could pick up your copy of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer, the Rocky Mountain News, or the Christian Science Monitor every day until you died and never see those events in the headlines. It was about as likely as a federally-funded community group offering assistance to child prostitution rings.
The past fifteen years have been one rude awakening after another, where one unspoken assumption after another kept getting smacked around by a bipolar furious reality.
Couldn't you make a list like that for any 15 year period?
Think 1930-1945 for starters....
15 years ago I knew that no nation could kill millions of people in gas chambers...