I mean, I really worried about a future ruled by infinite bureaucratic agencies controlling everything from my medical care and diet to the eventual recycling of my bodily wastes into taxable energy for the government grid.
Now however, I can relax, knowing that the president’s plans to tax and regulate the energy companies aren’t a communist plot to destroy the capitalist oligarchy, but only the utopian dream of a poor, black teen, growing up in the shadow of the University of Chicago with only a lid of pot for inspiration.
That settled, I can now fret over the ancillary issue of just what sort of tin hat space cadets believed this “birther” bullshit in first place, and how many of them are there, out in the bushes. The failure of the American educational gulags to instill the basic skills of critical thinking has never been better exemplified than in the current plethora of conspiracy cults on every topic from the Kennedy shootings to the plot behind “9/11” and fluoridated water. Having learned, at some cost, that our government lies to us with impunity and regularly, the public now suspects everything of being some nefarious plot. Only morons entertain such delusions, but recent polling suggests that well over half of the registered Republicans queried weren’t sure of Obama’s nationality, (a statistic that says more abut the collective sophistication of the GOP than the president’s origins).
Politicians constantly preach the doctrine that educating the coming generations is the key to national success, but with jobs likely to be scarce even for Ph.D. grads, that conclusion is far from assured. What is sure is that failing to educate them will produce an increasingly idiotic proletariat, subject to mass hysteria at phantasms of all sorts. There are already bodies of believers that the middle of next month will be the end of the world, and others who subscribe to ancient Mayan predictions of the end of time following the next presidential election.
It doesn’t take much to amuse a moron, but most still vote!
“Travus T. Hipp” is a 40-year veteran radio commentator with six stations in California carrying his daily version of the news and opinions. “The Poor Hippy’s Paul Harvey,” Travus is a member of the Nevada Broadcasters Hall of Fame, but unemployable in the Silver State due to his eclectic political views. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.