The [Dis]advantage of Surprise

It seems like only the stuff for which we're least prepared happens--Katrina, 9/11, and the current Israeli offensive.

we've been woefully unprepared for each--the CIA still doesn't have enough Arabic speakers, for example, our under-preparedness for Katrina needs no explanation, and I don't think we've paid any attention to Lebanon since the 1980's. Bush seems to hardly know what to say about it.

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