I'm with you, Chris. Not only should we question our leaders' credibility, we should question it all the time and DEMAND competency and credibility. The trouble is we're not doing that enough. Only David Letterman, Jon Stewart, Jay Leno, Bill Maher, et. al have the balls (and let's not be coy - are financially rewarded) for doing so. Our press should be lambasting this pinhead DAILY. Hell, CONSTANTLY. Christ, they were on Clinton's case like ugly on a monkey for getting a few extramarital blow jobs. Meanwhile, this man is KILLING people all over the world with his actions or lack thereof. Thousands of them - in Iraq, in Afghanistan, in Africa, in the Middle East, and in our own country. EVERY day. And they say nothing. He can't give a proper answer as to why we're still in Iraq, let alone why we even went there in the first place, and they say nothing. He couldn't bring himself to end his 30-day vacation a couple of days early when a Category 5 hurricane was headed to one of his country's biggest ports, and they said nothing.
Please. At the very core of the problems in this country sits the news media. They, and they alone, have the power to change things. And they choose not to. They choose not to because that would adversely affect their bottom line - a bottom line that is controlled entirely by big pharmaceuticals, the oil companies, and all other all-powerful corporations in this country, which also, by the way, control our federal government.
As always, a (in this case, Green Day) song comes to mind:
Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an armageddon flame (Hey!)
The shame, the ones who died without a name
Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called Faith and Misery (Hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protestor has crossed the line (Hey!)
To find the money's on the other side
Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)
There's a flag wrapped around a score of men (Hey!)
A gag, A plastic bag on a monument
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
