Can I share another "dog whistle" with you?
When I was out today I was scanning people's faces to get an idea of their mood. Many looked grim. Some looked preoccupied. Few looked happy.
But on a few occasions, our eyes met. And when our eyes met, a look registered on their faces. It was a look of grim satisfaction.
I knew I'd seen that look before. Then I remembered.
February 4, 1997.
The evening of that particular date, I locked eyes with many, many people who gave me that same look.
It was eerie, remembering that.
There is a lot of anger out there. Anger that will be expressed in a Constitutional and orderly manner, in a matter of days and hours.
Hmmm? Were you in Serbia?
OJ