We Are Rolling

    I'm lounging in a grey pair of Champion sweatpants, eating a bowl of Cinnamon Pecan Special K. That bowl sits about 500 miles from Washington, D.C. and 5,500 miles from the areas in the Middle East where U.S. airstrikes fell this morning.
    President Barrack Obama just addressed the press from the White House lawn, and really failed to give new information. I felt as if he had nothing more to offer than the articles I read before the brief conference.
    Obama spoke on the events carried out this morning, but didn't speak much on what happens now. A single morning of bombing cannot do much more than anger the people referring to the U.S. as a killing machine.
    So what comes now? It seems like the word we in the media wait to hear is war. A lot of meaning packed in three letters. But it seems difficult not to use the label, even if the commander-in-chief hesitates to say it again.