It seems that with all the talk of "hope" and "change" going on in the political arena during this election, good old fashioned cynicism has lost favor among even the most critical radicals among us. We are once again enamored of the American political/industrial complex and I reckon it is because we have gladly re-upped our addictions. A black man and a white woman are in the race and we have swallowed this illusion of progress. It's understandable, what with the state of things being what they are. War. Economic trouble. Social and moral fragmentation. We have been provided with novel programming, not a true vision for national revitalization.
Families stay broken. Marriages stay fragile. Lives stay purposeless. The sick remain unhealed. The hungry stay hungry. The alien stays distrusted. The widowed stay lonely. The imprisoned stay forgotten. The soldier keeps fighting.
I remember a brighter time, when the shame of a political system was put through the ringer by a few frustrated voices. I remember a brighter time, when the bullshit was easier to detect.
I remember when President Bush and Senator John Kerry were running two campaigns of stale horse shit spun into golden fluff. And everyone was pissed.
Jon Stewart takes us back:
Godspeed. We'll need it.
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"I would drink Jon Stewarts bath water."
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