If there was a silver lining to the September 11 attacks, it was that their sequelae pretty much ended all of the nonsense that the world is on an inevitable course to a "Soft Power" / China-As-America / 2001: A Space Odyssey / EuroDisney / Summer of the Shark / Post-Communist / One-World-Government / ZOG / Netscape v. Internet Explorer / Courtney-Had-Kurt-Murdered / Both Parties Are The Same [except that they are] / Rambo Fighting Alongside Afghans / Chandra Levy / Princess Di / Ve-Are-Nihilists-Lebowski future in which nothing really matters because the course of history is set, by those who misunderstood Fukuyama's meaning. Oh, and it ended Fukuyama to the extent that he rode that wave into stardom, and fine. He's an odious person, now pretty much reviled on both the left and the right.
I say this because today is the tenth anniversary of the apex of our hundred year nostalgia wave for the gilded age, the day that Drudge broke the news of the Lewinsky scandal. While I loathe Clinton, I loathe the times in which our obsessive focus on the differences between "just about sex" and perjury crowded out important matters even more. Once again, we live in interesting times.