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Every month, almost, the air raid sirens go off. This started happening around 2004 or 2005, maybe earlier. I don't remember -- but I know it was after the US-led invasion of Iraq. This happens every month, a phenomenon I find disquieting, to say the least; in addition, it changes sometimes between noon on the first Thursday and noon on the first Wednesday. More disquieting.
Perhaps the variability is protection against the inherent risk of a regular, predictable schedule of drills for a siren capable of warning against terrorist attack. Perhaps. But before now, with only one exception (a random normal-length set just after nine AM whose eerie piercing wails woke me up, scared the crap out of me, and led to a call to the police to verify that it wasn't WWIII), they have gone off at noon sharp.
Today, Wednesday, May 4, they went off at 12:17.
And instead of the regular back-to-back Pavlovian nuclear-annihilation-nightmare-fear memory-triggering sheeple-quieting global-war-on-terror-justifying extended barrage of four or five or six, there were only two.
Mr. Corporanon ventures: "Maybe it was a special Bin Laden is Dead celebratory edition nuclear-annihilation air raid siren. The reason there were two is that we are entering Round Two of the Global War On Terror."
Be seeing you.