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When I was but a wee lad old school variety magazines often had a humor column based on readers submissions or the odd wire service story that was usually a collection of anecdotes concerning the foibles of people or the mundane day-to-day pitfalls of life. A little comic relief based in schadenfreude or, if we were honest, a little laugh at our own shortcomings.
This article about congressional reaction to the "dangers" of the internet might be just such a story, one of those of the "ain't-pollyticians-dumb" sort, if it wasn't the ONLY news ever coming out of Washington.
Because it IS the only news coming out of Washington or, rather, out of our political and media systems, especially since we endured the Republican "do-nothing" Congress of recent years. But it looks like the Democrats won't fail to disappoint.
Every shred of any kind of news about any of our members of Congress, either House, either side of the aisle; anything at all that comes from the lips of the current Administration, goddamn fucking ANYTHING. Any act they pass, any budget they enact, any response to what the rest of address as the Real World: Nonsense. Hysteria. Triangulation. Self-Justification.
Pardon Scooter Libby? What the FUCK!
My friends we have allowed a Bunch of Clowns to Commandeer the Ship of State. We've given them the Keys to the Family Car, We've Given Barney Fife all 6 bullets.
A Bunch of Clowns. Look at the field of presidential candidates, either party. Is this the best we've got? The constant pandering, the illogic, the subsumation of basic common sense in reaction to shit like this miracle of modern technology, the freaking internet?
The internet. Progress. Interactivity. The end of the one-way banality of television. A way to rebel against the dominance of the Main Stream Media, Advertising, the corporate dumbing-down of America. A two-way street, a way to establish dialogue between groups, nations.
And the clowns tumble and the Ringmaster screams "Danger, danger!" We must regulate, we must Clamp Down, "The children, the children!".
Oh, help us all.
