If the odds of something happening go from ridiculously improbable to still ridiculously improbable, that's no reason to panic.

Suppose a lottery adjusted its numbers to double the odds of hitting it. Say, from 60 million to one to 30 million to one.

Would you declare yourself rich and go out and buy a Maserati?

I'm completely baffled by the mindset that screams that we must do something, anything!, about the absurdly slim odds of being shot by a terrorist, and yet screams just as loudly that we can't and shouldn't do anything about the gun violence that kills thousands of times as many people in America.

Are you afraid that if the bullet kills you was fired by a Muslim, you won't go to heaven?

Your perspective is completely screwed up because you're the victim of multiple successful terrorist attacks, Rob. I say successful because you know full well that the people killed in a terrorist attack are collateral damage. The target is the general population, the survivors, who the attack is designed to panic into stampeding over the edge of the terrorists' preferred cliff.

You're terrorized. Mission Accomplished.

Why am I still explaining this after all these years of experience with terrorism? This isn't our first turn around this particular dance floor.

What's different now? Could it be the Republican primary? Could it be all those Republican Presidential candidates furiously amplifying the terrorists' message of fear to pander for your vote?

Take a deep breath, Rob, and stop being a patsy for demagogues.

Take your head out of the sand.