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Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Calling Mr. 9mm.
Once society becomes more complex than a modest tribe or small town, once its affairs extend beyond the immediate visual horizon of the citizens, they become clueless. Most don't have the brains, and almost none the time or interest, to monitor sprawling bureaucracies and distant wars.
Grifters and the Tweedledee Men will soon drive our ship onto the rocks at which point the immediate visual horizon will become like a landscape in a Steven King novel (From a Buick 8) in which delicate matters like social justice, structural racism, and the Paperwork Reduction Act will diminish in importance and Mr. 9mm, with whom so many horizon-challenged citizens are well acquainted indeed, will teach many valuable lessons.
No viable force or visible trend of the present hour appears to be capable of preventing the shipwreck. Like Mr. Italian Cruise Ship Capitano, our guys are steering hard to port to get us to the rocks. A nation that tolerates and sustains a press that got all hot and bothered over Herman Cain's alleged dalliances or hideous patriarchal utterances when racial, cultural, fiscal and constitutional catastrophe threaten deserves nothing less than the rocks.
More candidates. By Fred Reed, Fred on Everything, 1/17/12.
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