I just can't help it; this nagging fear that we are becoming one giant nation of brain-damaged single celled organisms that feed off the televised crud and somehow believe in some divine aspirations for our species.
I felt this way long before Lindsay (Rehab) Lohan decided to bare her likely crinkly physical personality for that Viagra supported publisher Hugh, who himself reportedly cannot match his own hype's publication that should be renamed Prayboy, just in case.

And the fear began long before Sarah Pale-In-Comparison first opened her "I want to be president" mouth and uttered those early stupifications that later made Michelle Bachman look near genius despite her own special brand of "special."
When I see the quality of candidate we propose that the world take seriously, I am at a loss as to which genius decided to gather the bottom of the barrel for an all out attempt.
I do expect that members of the same party might put their best foot forward, preferring to go after their opposition rather than treating each other as opposition. Instead we have been graced with one back stabbing talkfest after another, each trying to build a lead at the expense of their own party, the party of big blundering fools.
This is contrast to the prevailing leadership that itself has managed to cast the American public in a suspicious light with legislation that allows Americans to be detained for any reason suspected to terror, for any period, without due process. In other words, no Constitutional protections. The whole purpose of that Revolutionary War has been lost.
And so I am scared of what we will get out of this process. Whichever side prevails,all should be concerned. After all, who is the greater fool; the fool or the fool who follows him?
It is a little like watching the movie star awards where these really overpaid people who pretend to be someone else are treated as if they had made a giant contribution to the planet. They are actors but could well be politicians. The reality of it all has escaped us collectively as we watch the performance of the day wrapped in glitzy news graphics, trying very hard to stir our national pride between commercials for the "I'm Lovin It" diet.
There used to be a time when you could state that if so and so got elected you would move to a different country; alas that option is no longer available between their own madness and disdain of the puffy American heritage we thrust forward along with mandates like "buy our genetically modified wheat or we will impose trade sanctions on you."
After we revise those gay, lesbian and transgender history books, perhaps we can require students to study the famous political buffoons, and foolish celebrities that we are forced to watch on TV.
We're just not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy!
MisterWriter
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