Every day, you wonder, “Is this a day when I won’t be there?”

Every morning, you wonder, “What will I wake up to today?”

I’m always the most nervous for President Obama.

I saw Osama bin Laden murdered and a nation rise up in the same kind of heathenistic mob mentality glorifying death that I saw on faces from the other side of the world on 9/11. That was a gross day.

I saw Kim Jong Il die. I sat with a nation as it held its breath.

One morning, I woke up and had the pleasure of CNN for the first time in years. CNN told me that a bunch of little children had been mowed down by a maniac and his death machines.

This morning, bombs.

I have no commentary. I just feel more numb every day. This is not a safe world.