In May, I spent a Saturday roaming housing projects in Pittsburgh's Hill district registering voters.
Asked what they believed to be the most pressing issue, the new voters, all low income African Americans said national security.
Frankly, I'd bet Bush wets his pants every time he hears a loud noise. But he talks like a hero. So he sold himself to voters as the man who will protect them from Al Qaeda.
If they'd crashed airplanes into London's financial center, I don't like to think who'd be Prime Minister now.