What a wonderful display of mental cliches. Multitudes of patriots assuming gladly that violence was stopped by the almighty word of their Fearless President To Whom The Universe Bows; a train of Realpolititians arguing with an air (a vapour, in fact) of knowledge about an exact way in which oil was the real reason for this crisis; a long procession of Bear fearing racists that cannot stop trembling since the Crimean War; usual enthusiasts never growing up urging for more, more violence.

All back-patting each other in the perfect concert, making long term predictions of global scope, yet managing to forget –in less than a week– how the story they are discussing had started. Not that reality meant much for these proceeding that look much like an illustration to the French structuralist theory about the way ideology spreads through the language.