Of Japan and Libya

First there was an earthquake, then a tsunami, then a meltdown, and now, possibly a volcano.

At this point, a Mothra joke seems inevitable – but also lame. Frankly, I’m not sure there’s anything I can say that adds incite or comfort to anyone after such a horrendous event.

Living in Manhattan, I’m always reminded of man’s ugliness. But I’ve forgotten about the arbitrary viciousness of Mother Nature. Looking at the devastation, from my cozy apartment, I can only think that there was someone in Japan doing that exact same thing when the quake hit. Sitting at home, drinking tea, in boxers.

Then it’s over.

Disaster rarely calls ahead.

We are all vulnerable to the whims of catastrophe, and as far as I can tell, there’s little wisdom to be gained from it.

Well, other than info for future planning.

Yep – we all know life is precious. But it’s also a sentence featuring ever-more-brutal methods of mayhem, and the hell in Japan just added another exclamation point.

Anyway, you’d think there are no winners in this tragedy, but you’re wrong.

If there’s one man who’s smiling broadly throughout, it has to be Kaddafi, who’s own cruel behavior has been lost in all the grim tsunami coverage – his viciousness buried under so many other stories of suffering.

If there’s anything to be gained from this terrible weekend, it’s that maybe someone might send a drone to Tripoli, and we can blame it on the weather.

Tonight: Mike Baker and S.E. Cupp.

Plus other stuff.