In previous years, I enjoyed them, in an odd way: speed, precision, human potential, etc. Today they just made me think of war, war, war, and more war. Politics and our warmongering president have changed them for me, from aerial acrobatics to just another sign of militarism. Watching them nip in and out of the Seattle skyline — and then vanish entirely below my sight — wasn't reassuring.
Part of my unease may stem from the Vanity Fair article on the NORAD military response five years ago, taken from audio tape at the time. We had 4 fighter planes defending the entire east coast and out to Chicago. Four.