safer?

ten years after 9.11, i ask a simple question, for i am a simple man and capable only of asking questions that absolutely every person in the media is asking, like a chorus of mindless jackdaws: are we safe? did the bush administration's introduction of a gigantic security apparatus make it impossible that i might contract prostate cancer, break my neck in the bathtub, get tangled with jacknifing tractor-trailer? did it prevent me from growing old should i survive that long? did it make me immortal? i really got scared after 9.11, and still i have not been carefully packed away in cotton batting or pickled in brine. i want janet napolitano to keep me safe, to rock me like an infant and sing me comforting songs in major keys, for i am an american. where are our leaders? all i really want is for someone to tell me what to believe and what to do, and i want to believe whatever it is safe to believe.