There's little to say that's not been said or felt. I'm sure you have your own favorite sites that you visit for news and commentary, but I particularly commend to you the National Review website, the Wall Street Journal, and Andrew Sullivan's site, where he has posted the following well-known poem by Auden, written at the dawn of another catastrophe:

I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade;
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night

- W. H. Auden, September 1, 1939