I have to say it. It is cliche, it is predictable, and yet it is urgent and true. Our country is broken beyond repair.
I’m picking on females here, and will tuck into that dish in a moment, but first I have to throw out a NAWALT. I have to add that, year in and out, I hear less and less intelligent interaction with John, not just Jane, Q Public.
These man on the street interviews show stupidity beyond anything that should be remotely acceptable in a wealthy developed country. What I see (and confirm by reading Theodore Dalrymple) is this infects the English speaking world in particular for some reason. [I wonder about this…as a sidebar its interesting. For example, the first email I read this morning upon waking was from a colleague in Poland who I am friends with after several years of visiting there regularly. His message said, “Hi _empath__, the election my friend, is bad for you, bad for America, and is bad for the world”. This is a man of 32 years old, young middle class, Catholic. Other eastern Europeans say similar. ]
Just this past weekend I watched as woman after woman described why she was going to vote for Obama. Heck listen to the girl prattle on about Obama as if voting is a sex act, sit aside the absurdity, and listen to the points she makes. With no exceptions,the gal in the ad, and the women on the street, the reasoning was vacuous, goofy, silly, pick your descriptor. During a business dinner a few weeks back, my wife and I and a vendor and his wife were together. The vendors wife was a well cared for women, the vendor owns his company and supplies a form of energy to my employers factories. He is THE RICH. He is also very smart. The wife then shamelessly told us that she was taken by Obama in 2008 because, as she put it, he was “fresh and a smart snappy dresser”. I could see the poor man clinching his jaws silently praying for a subject change. I know my wife wanted to take the woman to task. This experience IS representative of the norm. It IS the norm.
To be a little bit fair I heard a man, when asked who he was voting for Sunday, say (with brow furrowed for seriousness) , “Oh I just don’t know, they are so very similar you know”. The man thought he was demonstrating insight. I cringe, embarrassed for him.
In a strange way, Obama’s plan to hire a few busloads of teachers as an economic fix is at least categorically (education) close to where the problem lies. The population of this country just isn’t very bright anymore. While I have no interest in debating his personality or any outlandish thing he says, radio host Michael Savage has a catch phrase, “borders, language, and culture” as things which are important to form a cohesive nation. He means these things should be COMMON. We don’t even have SENSE in common, as in common sense. The disorder infects even men of letters, men I know and otherwise respect cannot follow a simple discourse on economic matters. They cannot let go of the juicy kernels of political accusations long enough to try and understand facts.
I’m off topic. Women and voting….lets put it this way. How can anyone subscribe to what we do in the sphere, know the things we know, and yet defend women as having, as a block, the ability to truly and logically weight options and choose the best one while keeping narcissism and raw empathological emotionalism at bay?
Easy, the same way we can say wrong is right, up is down, and that whole host of ridiculousness we call political correctness.
I’m not one who will pronounce the end of our country is imminent because of Obama. But I am one who will say confidently that our best days are well behind us because we got and will continue to get what we deserve.
Remember those ads that show women gripping warm mugs of tea in front of a fire…., or the ones with women hugging, while nearby there is a damaged building following a disaster, brows furrowed, men working in the background to repair whats broken….the ads are designed to elicit certain emotions in women.
Try a different image
The metaphorical needy citizen arrives to find a large empty soup urn and a rusted ladle in a cafeteria long abandoned.