I would like to see generations of diaperhead mothers telling their children that if they don’t behave, The Americans will get them. I want the mystery and terror of our presence to become part of their folklore, like the Boogeyman or Baba Yaga. I want them to cringe in abject, bowel-loosening fear at the sound of an approaching jet.
If they want a war — and a world — without rules, so be it.
Yep!