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We have a feckless fratboy masquerading as president. We have an insane man running the country as vice president. The White House Chief of Staff keeps a book entitled "Walter the Farting Dog" on his desk (you can't make this stuff up -- google "Josh Bolton farting dog"). Top White House aides and high-ranking administrators charged with running our country's most important departments call reporters and divulge the name of a covert CIA agent for publication. When an investigation is undertaken, all these men suddenly lose their memories and become blithering idiots -- just like the ditzy blonde TV bimbos of the past! As a final coda, the "real" source of the spy revelation, Richard Armitage, purports to be nothing more than a big old harmless gossip - it just happens that this gossip maven is a former Deputy Secretary of State as well as a former high-ranking CIA operative during the Vietnam War. Silly boy!
Who was the spy who was outed? Valerie Plame, a blonde but not a ditz. A very capable-seeming woman who had an important job relating to weapons of mass destruction.
Who does our fratboy president send out to the media when he wants to deflect attention from himself? His wife, who does not attempt lame jokes or give juvenile nicknames to world leaders.
Who does our fratboy send around the world as our top ranking diplomat? A woman in black Ferrigami boots.
Television is merely reflecting the zeitgeist of our time.
